For some, the thought of sex at a time like this would be inappropriate. Distasteful, even.
But for Riley, it was a chance tofeel.
She needed the reminder that she was alive...that they both were. And she needed to remind herself that the bastard hadn’t won.
Maggie was safe under Noah’s watchful eye, and she and Eric were here. Together.
So yes, she was taking this....takinghim...tonight.
She would relish in the warmth of Eric’s loving touch. Lose herself in the way his body moved against hers.
Because no one could truly forecast the future.
“Make love to me, Eric.” Her lips moved against his. “Please.”
He didn’t speak. He simply slid his hands to the backs of her thighs and hoisted her into his arms.
Riley wrapped her legs around his narrow waist and held on tight as he carried her across the deck to the oversized outdoor chaise.
The house was set on a stretch of land away from the others in the area. The only witnesses to what was about to take place were the moon, the water, and the breeze.
That was good because Riley didn’t want to share this man with anyone else. Ever.
Eric laid her down in the center of the chaise’s thick, red cushion. Riley watched with mouthwatering anticipation as he pulled his T-shirt over his head and tossed it to the wooden planks by his feet.
He hadn’t bothered with shoes when he’d come outside earlier, so he went straight for the button on his favorite, well-worn jeans.
Yes, please.
A rush of heat filled her core, and she could feel her own arousal dampening her silk panties. She thought about taking off her own clothes, but she was too busy enjoying the show in front of her to move.
Eric popped open the denim flap and worked the zipper all the way down. With two hands, he pushed both his jeans and boxer briefs over his hips and down his thick thighs.
Riley sucked in a breath when his swollen cock sprung free. She’d seen it many times before, but that didn’t matter. Each time she saw it, felt it, tasted it...she wanted more.
Speaking of tasting...
Riley sat up and scooted to the furniture’s edge. From this level, she was positioned at just the right height to take him into her mouth with ease.
“Baby, you don’t have to—”
The loud hiss of Eric’s breath filled her ears as she filled hermouthwith him.
His low moan told her he loved what she was doing, and she loved pleasing him, so...
Riley reached around, filling her hands with his taut, toned ass. She held on tight, her short fingernails digging into the smooth skin there while she sucked and licked and laved to her heart’s content.
Eric moaned again, his hips moving back and forth to the rhythm she’d created. He fisted her hair, his hold causing only the slightest of stings as she ran her tongue across the sensitive tip and down along his magnificent length.
“Fuck me,” he panted when she swallowed him whole again.
Um...I kind of thought I was.
Riley’s swollen lips spread into a small grin even as she continued pumping his hot shaft in and out of her mouth.
Before Eric, sex had been a primal necessity. A temporary escape and a way to release the pressures of life.
It wasn’t until that first night with him—when he’d taking her as if he were a starved man and she was his only source of sustenance—Riley had never realized how much pleasure she could get simply from pleasing someone else.
