“Say yes.”
She lets her hands run through my hair and whispers into my lips: “Take me home with you”.
* * *
I openthe garage door and park my bike. Riley follows, and waits in the middle of the living room as I close the door. The silence plunges down on us. Silence that means waiting, anxiety and desire.
I approach her and slip her coat off her shoulders. I toss it onto the sofa and brush her hair out of the way, uncovering her neck. I kiss it, and feel her shiver. I pull her to me from behind. My hands slide under her jumper. I caress her hips and then rise up to her breasts. Riley rests her head backwards on to my shoulder and abandons herself to my touch.
I’m scared. Seriously. I’m afraid to have her now, afraid that she really is mine and that I might not be able to hang on to her. That she could wake up tomorrow and tell me it was all a big mistake. That she could leave me during the night and I’d wake to find myself alone in a bed of pain.
“Riley,” I whisper in her ear before taking her earlobe in my teeth. “I want to be everything. I want you to not be able to breathe when I’m not around. I want you to be unable to even imagine a better place than here in my arms. I want to be the centre of your fucking world and if you don’t plan on sticking around, then tell me now before it’s too late.”
I hold her breasts tighter and she moans loudly, making my erection even harder. I play with her nipples through the fabric of her bra and my underpants are about to explode.
“Ian?”
“What?”
“Everything,” she pants. “I want to feel everything.”
I can’t hold back one more second.
I pull my hands back and grab her by the shoulders, spinning her around. I lift her up as she wraps her legs around my waist, squeezing them and I push her up against the wall.
I kiss her.
I breathe her in. I breathe her panting and all of her desire; I breathe her lips and her tongue, that plays sensually with mine. I breathe her in, her body that is burning up under my hands as I run my hands under her jumper again, looking for her breasts.
I torment them, squeeze them, I want them.
I want her. Right now.
I pull away from the wall and take a few steps towards the counter where I sit her down. The memory of our first night together pounds painfully in my head, but the desire to have her again is stronger and more devastating.
I don’t stop. I don’t waste one more second.
I leave her mouth just to pull off her jumper and she frantically takes off my jacket. I grab my shirt and pull it off, throwing it to the floor.
Riley sighs, her eyes full of desire. She bites her lower lip on seeing my bare chest.
Shit.I’m going to devour it.
I take it between my teeth and then suck on it anxiously, searching for the clasp to her bra. I let it slide down and toss it over my shoulder, before leaving her lips and throwing myself onto her chest, hungrily. She arches her back and puts her hands in my hair as I torment one of her nipples and press my hard erection against her legs.
Riley’s moaning pushes me over the edge.
My hands run down her abdomen and when they arrive at her waist, I undo the button on her jeans, half crazed as she takes off her own shoes. She lifts her buttocks so I can pull the jeans off of her completely.
Seeing her in her wet panties, my need to lose myself in her takes control.
I touch her and she grabs onto my shoulder.
“I want to feel you,” I whisper in her ear. I slide her panties to the side and slide a finger into her.
She stifles another tormented noise.
Her heat surrounds me, making me want more –much more.
