Not because she was selfish, but because Eric always,alwaysmade sure she came first.
Her entire body began to shake. Her legs trembled, and her inner muscles quivered with the release they desperately craved.
“Now...baby.” His growled words escaped between thrusts. Sweat beaded on his forehead with his effort to hold back. “Need you to...come.Now.”
“Eric!” Riley threw her head back, crying out his name as her body exploded in a pleasure only this man knew how to give.
She continued moving up and down his throbbing cock as she flew into a world of satisfying bliss. She flooded him with a rush of hot, wet arousal, sending Eric into his own primal release.
He came with a guttural moan, the sound resonating from somewhere deep inside. His body jerked unevenly beneath her, his shaft plunging deep inside her core as he filled her with the last drops of his burning seed.
Minutes later—could’ve been hours—Riley rested her head atop his broad shoulder. Their labored breathing eventually slowed as they took their time coming down from their euphoric high.
“Damn.” His strong arms held her close. “That was...”
“Yeah.” She lifted her head and stared back into a set of beautiful, sated eyes. “It was.”
“I swear, it gets better every time we do it.”
Riley leaned in for a soft, lazy kiss. “Guess we should probablykeepdoing it, then.”
In an unexpected move, he kept their connection as he lifted them up and swung them around. Before she knew it, Riley found herself lying down with her back flat against the cushions, and Eric was looming over her.
“We should absolutely keep doing it.” He smiled. “Again.” He kissed the tip of her nose. “And again.” A sweet kiss on her cheek. “And again.”
He took her mouth in his, devouring her as if they were just getting started, rather than having finished mere minutes before.
I want all of you.
As her tongue danced the sweet, lazy dance with his, Riley thought of his earlier words again. That and the fact that he hadn’t been with anyone since before they met.
Between his almost-declaration and what they’d just shared, she was beginning to think maybe they reallywerejust getting started.
Several long moments later—and after another round of intense orgasms during their shared shower—they lay in the quiet of her bedroom, wrapped in each other’s arms.
After they day they’d had, Riley would’ve expected to fall asleep the second she hit the mattress.
But they were both too wired to sleep. Too wound up by the barrage of bombs Maggie had dropped on them back at the morgue. Too—
“Tell me about your parents,” Eric’s low voice cut through the silence as his fingertips slowly ran along her upper arm.
Riley swallowed, her cheek resting against his toned chest. “Not much to tell.”
A stretch of thick silence passed before he said, “I meant what I said earlier, Riles. I want all of you. Nothing you tell me about your past or your parents is going to change that.”
She knew what he was really asking. He wanted her to let him in.
It’s time.
The tiny voice was right. They’d been partners for over two years. Lovers for months. If she was ever going to let her guard down for anyone, it would be the man lying next to her.
“My mom grew up here, in Dallas,” she started quietly. “I think I told you that once before. About my aunt and uncle’s farm and how I used to stay the summers there?”
“Mmm hmm.” His mumbled response vibrated against her cheek.
“I’d go to the farm while my parents travelled the world. My dad was a hedge-fund investment manager, and he was really, really good at his job. My mom stopped working when they got married because...well, she didn’t need to. They moved to New York City, which was where I was born and raised. Mom became the perfect socialite wife while Dad got rich off other people’s money.”
“You said there was a trial?”
