Did he only want to have sex and then run for the hills… err, trees?
Second, his skill level. Had it improved, deteriorated, stayed the same?
Whiskers finished her treat and came back for another, pausing her death glare to look at me cutely.
I tossed her a treat, this one landing between her paws. “This has been a good chat. I like that we have a plan.”
“Meow.”
Now the only thing left for me to do was prep. Shave, wax, lotion, all the necessities. Except right as I formulated my prep plan, a truck stopped in Riley’s driveway. I twisted around to peek out his window.
“Damn it, Whiskers. He’s home.” I didn’t have time to prepare mentally or physically. It was go-time. “Change of plans.”
Just plain attack him.
It should work. What male turned away kitchen counter sex? Putting my mind on my new and improved idea, I grew excited. Like tingly lady-bits excited. I was about to have sex with Riley Jefferson. Go me.
I stood at the kitchen counter smiling at the back door and fretting over what to do with my hands? Did I twist them in front of me? Lean provocatively on the counter? How did one even lean on a counter provocatively? Something which said, “I want you,” but didn’t go into full slutty territory.
Riley’s super long legs ate up the steps of the short walkway, and he entered through the back door before I was ready for him. I ended up looking like I was doing a weird yoga pose only achievable in the Alps. Definitely not a move I learned at Hot Yoga on a Saturday morning.
He gave me a weird expression as I untwisted my body and smiled. “I brought the Chinese,” he said, sliding the heavy bag onto the countertop.
I pushed the bag out of the way and slid on top of the counter so I faced Riley and he stood between my legs. “That’s great. Let’s eat later.”
“Babe, is everything okay?” he asked, letting his hands fall to my hips.
“Absolutely,” I said before grabbing onto Riley’s shirt, tugging him forward and then kissing him with everything I had in me. Which was a lot. Riley Jefferson was hot.
His lips were smooth, and he tasted like lip balm—the coconut kind he always used. We’d kissed before, but something was different about this time. The exploring part of our new relationship had ended, and now we were working with raw emotion. At least I was.
Riley pulled away to suck in a breath. “If I realized you liked Chinese this much, I would have brought it home every night.”
We didn’t have time for Chinese talk. I wanted Riley naked to touch every inch of him. With my tongue. I yanked at his shirt, untucking it from his low hanging jeans, and exposed his tight abdomen.
His shirt was halfway up his chest when he grabbed hold of my hands and stopped my movements. “Whoa, babe.” Riley took a step back, separating us with way too much distance.
My hands fell along with my confidence. Did he just refuse sex with me? Kitchen counter sex. Holy shit. “You don’t want to?”
Each breath I sucked in came as a pant, but I desperately tried to get it under control so he didn’t notice how much our kiss affected me. Especially if it didn’t do the same thing to him.
I hated having to ask, but I needed to know because I couldn’t go on fawning over Riley if he didn’t feel the same way. It’d break my heart to leave again, but at least this time I’d know we weren’t meant to be together. Shit. Had I created his mutual attraction in my head?
“Are you kidding me?” he asked quickly. “Oh, I want this. I’ve been thinking about it for days.” He licked his top lip and then smacked them together.
“Then why not?” If he gave me some crap about respecting me as a woman or something, I was going to rip his shirt right off him. This was me being an empowered woman. He needed to have a seat and let me lick him.
Riley twisted half around and pointed to his living room window, the one with the curtains twisted off to the side to easily see outside. “This floor has basically no walls and the living room curtains are wide open.”
“Oh,” I said as we both watched someone pass by the window while walking their dog. A cute little yorkie bounced around on the sidewalk.
You could see a long stretch of his neighbors’ houses from our location. Riley watched as I took it all in. “Rhonda Devon lives across the street, and she’s a member of the phone tree as well as Katy’s protest squad.”
“Oh.”
Riley tilted his head at me. “Oh, is right. How do you think Katy learned you slept here?”
He raised a brow waiting for me to answer, but I had a feeling the window and nosey neighbors had a lot to do with it. “So, no, I won’t fuck you on the counter even though I want to, but I will carry you upstairs and do it there away from prying eyes.”
