“Then what are you going to do about it?” I shoot back.
Without another word, Riley grabs my face and pulls me into a kiss.
His big mouth closes over mine, and his stubble scrapes my skin as a surprised jolt of pleasure goes through my core. For a heated, fleeting moment, I kiss him, too, even leaning up into his weight, but then I let out a yelp of surprise and stumble back.
“Riley!”
He gasps. “Oh fuck!” He throws his big hand over his eyes. “I’m sorry. I don’t know…”
When he lowers his hand, we stare at each other. I can feel my heart pounding, and there’s a slightly crazed, hungry look on Riley’s face.
“Is that what this is?” I manage. “Are you interested in me?”
“What? No.” He frowns. “You kissed me back!”
I did kiss him back. What the hell?
“Because you get me so worked up I can’t think straight.”
“Neither can I! If I knew I was going to end up alone in a hotel room with someone, believe me, I wouldn’t have picked you.”
Offended, I tighten my brow. “Even when you’re comfortably across the street, it’s sometimes too close for me,” I counter.
“Not when you’re staring at me, apparently!” He raises his chin, like he’s winning an argument. “You called me a stud.”
We’re still standing only a foot apart, and my eyes are locked on his.
Neither of us moves away, and desire burns through me.
“So what? You think that means I want to make out with you in a random hotel room?”
“Might as well! Considering I can’t turn around without seeing your annoying pretty face.”
“That’s one way to purge our mutual annoyance.”
He grinds his jaw and leans in. “It would mean nothing.”
“Less than nothing! It would have negative meaning.”
“We’d get it out of our systems,” he practically roars, “and never talk about it again!”
“Fine by me!”
This time, I’m the one to grab Riley by the face. My hands land on his scruffy jaw, and I pull him down to me, meeting him in another deep, passionate kiss. The sensation roils through me, making me weak in the knees as Riley’s meaty hand lands on my hip. He hitches me to him and kisses me deeper, and I push back against his considerable strength.
Panting, I pull my lips away, but stay close. “Don’t think for a second this means your garage is off the hook,” I tell him. My heart pounding, I walk over to the door, click both locks, and return straight to Riley.
With a growl, he pulls me back into his arms.
His hand goes to my crotch, and as we kiss and stumble toward the bedroom, he rubs his palm up my hardening length. The rough pressure pulls a groan from the bottom of my lungs, and I thrust against him as I plunge my tongue into his mouth and we fall to the bed.
Riley pulls his shirt off and throws it aside. Light hair grows atop his broad chest, and his brown nipples are hard. The tattoosthat stretch to his arms and neck are dark and detailed over his torso, fantasy creatures and elaborate landscapes mixing together in a beautiful, otherworldly dream.
I strip off my shirt, too, and fall back onto him with another kiss. Now that we’ve gone this far, there’s no point in reservations, and I quickly find his thick bulge in his jeans, groping him as we make out.
Literally the last thing I thought I’d be doing today.
“Fuck,” he groans. He pushes a hand up over my chest, and when I lean back, he thumbs my nipple. “Why do bad ideas feel so good?”
