Eric continued to take her in the most raw and primal way a man could claim a woman. The primitive need she felt for him was overpowering, and Riley greedily took every single inch he had to offer.
Again, and again...and again.
The sound of wet skin slapping skin joined the beat of the thundering rain, creating a beautiful symphony of passion and pleasure.
Riley closed her eyes to shield them from the onslaught of precipitation. The move also allowed her to become completely submersed in the act of loving this man.
Soon, their moans and harsh breaths grew louder. Her arms and legs began to quiver, and Riley felt the familiar signs of her impending climax rushing to the surface.
“Oh god, Eric,” she groaned. “I’m close.”
At first, she wasn’t even sure he could hear her over the pummeling storm. But then she felt him leaning forward, his hand reaching around her front, his fingers landing expertly on her clit.
Riley’s whole body jerked from his electrifying touch. He pressed against the swollen bud, his hand moving in the quick, tight circles he knew she needed.
A low keening sound escaped the back of her throat. She was close. So very, very close. She just needed a little...bit...more...
Riley threw her head back, screaming Eric’s name as her orgasm hit.
She felt his body jerking against hers, his thrusts becoming stiff and uneven.
He growledhername as he found his own release.
They collapsed onto the chaise, bodies drenched with rain and sex. Their chests rose and fell in tandem, and if either of them noticed the water still pouring down on them, they didn’t seem to care.
Until a blinding flash of lightning streaked across the sky.
“Guess we’d better get inside,” Eric rumbled beside her.
Though she hated to, Riley sat up, blinking against the water dripping from her lashes.
Another sharp roll of thunder spurred them into action, and they grabbed their sopping wet clothes. Riley laughed as she ran into the house.
But later, while lying in Eric’s warm and comforting embrace, sleep pulled Riley under.
And took her back to that farmhouse in the country.
****
She left. The bitchhad taken off and left him.Again!
How could she do this? Their game wasn’t over. Not even close.
He’d tried playing it without her once before. It wasn’t the same.
Didn’t she know? He didn’t just want her to play with him. Heneededher to.
But she was gone, and he had no idea where to find her.
“No!”
Molten anger rolled through him as Gregory flung his hand across the small desk in his hotel room. Papers flew through the air, and the remote to the room’s T.V. clambered across the thinly carpeted floor.
It must’ve landed on the power button, because the T.V. suddenly came to life. The channel he’d left it on earlier was showing news footage from the day before.
“The identity of the victim has not yet been released, and Detective Riley York, whose apartment the woman was found in, declined to comment. We’ll bring you more as this story unfolds.”
In an unusual haste, Gregory snatched the remote and paused the program, thankful once again that the hotel had sprung for the extra DVR cost.
