I am on fire with the urge to rip his fucking shirt off and lick those rigid muscles. Find the source of that spicy scent. Find the spot where he sprayed whatever it was and lick him clean.
I just need to scratch this itch, and I need Rowdy to be here for it.
Chapter
Six
Rowdy
I didn’t come up here with the intent of ripping Riley’s clothes off, but here I am.
At least she undid the first snap on that horrible oversized flannel she wears as a sad excuse for a winter jacket.
I don’t know who took off whose shirt first, to be fair. I do know that it was highly satisfying to free all those snaps, shove that monstrosity to the floor, and find her completely bare underneath, except for her leggings and cozy socks.
“God, you’re beautiful.”
I whisper this just before she helps me peel off my button-up shirt, Henley, and undershirt in one go.
Her brows draw together in consternation. Okay, so she doesn’t like to be told she’s beautiful. Or she’s conflicted about me calling her beautiful. She’s a confounding woman. But I love that about her.
“Less words, more action?”
She breathes, “Yes, before I change my mind.”
First, I just need to look at her. I need to take in the sight of her standing in front of me, her pretty breasts with their rosy nipples, and dark freckles scattered over her skin,
I thrust one hand into her hair and draw her mouth back to mine, while my other hand cups one of those perfect breasts.
She moans into my mouth, and I run my thumb over one hard nipple, making her gasp.
I keep going, drawing out needy little noises. I switch to the other breast, teasing the other nipple, thrusting my tongue into her sweet mouth, until it’s clear she’s getting frustrated. Until I know she wants more. Until she’s wet through.
When Riley pulls back and whispers my name, I dip my head down and capture one nipple in my mouth.
“Oh!”
Her fingernails dig into my shoulders slightly as I tease my tongue over one tight bud. I lick and suck until she writhes against me, then let it go with a soft pop. I switch to the opposite breast and do the same.
“Rowdy,” she says, a little louder, a little bossier. “Windows. Windows.”
I don’t know what the hell she’s talking about computers for.
I’m an idiot. Not computers.
I am damn close to leaving a hickey on her tit when I realize she’s talking about literal windows.
I pull away and gaze at her again. The lower half of her face is pink from our kissing and from my scruff.
She’s right, I don’t want anybody seeing her nakedness down on the town square.
“You got a bed anywhere in the studio?”
She nods, but adds, “My apartment adjoins the bathroom, but let’s stick to the sofa.” As she says this, she goes to thecoffee table in her sitting area and pushes a button on a remote. Automatic blinds come down over the window, and the room darkens.
I sit down on the sofa and pull her on top of my lap, helping her straddle me.
All the better to keep her warm. I pick up a cozy throw and wrap it around her shoulders as I get back to the business of kissing her until she’s delirious.
