He could tell the question took her off guard, but her pupils grew in response. Their warmth matching what he felt inside his heart.
“I don’t know,” the soft admission passed over her rosy lips.
“I think you do.” Eric cupped her cheek. “I think we both do. We’ve just been too afraid to admit it.”
It shouldn’t have taken a fucking serial killer’s sick game to finally kick his ass into gear. But it had. No matter the reason, Eric was done avoiding the discussion.
They’d been dancing around the subject for far too long. It was high time Riley know what she meant to him. That what they had between them was more than casual sex.
So much more.
Her lips parted slightly, her breasts brushing against his chest with each unsteady breath.
“What do you want from me, Eric?”
Tell her.
“I want you, Riley.” Eric’s heart kicked against his ribs. “I wantallof you.”
Chapter 4
Riley should be scared.
For years, she’d done everything she could to avoid getting this close to anyone. But this man...this sweet, smart, gorgeous man was different than any she’d ever known.
I want all of you.
Those words should scare her.Terrifyher, even. In fact, she should probably run in the opposite direction.
Instead, Riley heard herself whisper back, “I’m yours.”
Heat flare behind Eric’s eyes a fraction of a second before slamming his mouth to hers. Riley slid her hands up his chest and along the sides of his thick neck. She didn’t stop until her fingers were filled with his short, brown hair.
“Bedroom or couch?” His lips moved roughly against hers.
The bed would be more comfortable, but the couch is right here...
