Brennan:How should I know?
The three dots appear next to Ronan’s name as he starts to type a response, but then they disappear again and the chat goes quiet.
Fucking typical.
I pocket my phone and finish buttoning up my shirt.
Seeing as there’s only one bedroom, I’ve resorted to getting dressed in the living area to give Riley some privacy.
I thought it was bad enough that we were having to share my penthouse, which has four bedrooms and plenty of space to getaway from each other. But here, there’s nowhere to hide, which is apparent when I notice the water has stopped running.
I glance over at the bedroom door and find that it isn’t closed all the way, and through the small gap, I catch sight of a dripping wet Riley with a towel wrapped around her body.
Water droplets cling to her skin, and I watch, transfixed, as they slide over the smooth curve of her shoulders. But then her fingers are moving, and the towel starts to loosen, and I freeze as it suddenly falls to the floor.
Fuck.
I should look away. Ineedto look away. But for one raw, helpless second, I don’t. I just stand there like an asshole, drinking in the sight of her bare skin.
She’s the perfect mixture of soft curves and lean muscle.
My eyes trail over her breasts, and I swallow a groan at the sight of her peaked nipples.
I want nothing more than to suck on them, to hear the sounds of pleasure she makes as I reach between her thighs.
Christ, thosethighs.
She’s gorgeous, and the effect she’s having on my body is dangerous.
Every muscle is tense, and my pulse is thrumming in my ears as I let myself wonder what it would be like to spread those soft thighs apart and bury my face between them.
“Goddamn it, Riley,” I hiss through my teeth as my cock starts to thicken.
Before I do something stupid, like barge in there and throw that wet, naked body on the bed, I stalk over to the bar and pour myself a double shot of whiskey.
It burns my throat as I down it, but I welcome the feeling because I need the distraction.
I can’t let myself sit with what I just saw, or what Ifeltfor that matter, because I’m going to snap and ruin everything.
As if pretending to be Riley’s husband isn’t complicated enough already, now I have the image of her naked body seared into my mind.
“You can’t fuck her.” I pour myself another stiff drink and down it in one gulp.
My throbbing cock thinks otherwise, but I can’t cross that line.
One kiss had me almost addicted, so I know that if I ever got the chance to taste her pussy, it could actually be the death of me.
I’m on my third drink by the time Riley appears, wearing a fitted black dress. It’s not quite as revealing as the one from the other night, but it still hugs her curves in all the right places. Her hair is up in a messy bun on the top of her head with a few little wisps falling around her face, and she’s wearing only a shimmer of gold on her eyelids that brings out the flecks of gold in her eyes.
She looks good.
Toogood.
I can’t look at her because if I do, I’ll say something I’ll regret. Or worse, I won’t regret it at all.
“You ready?” I pull my phone out of my pocket and pretend to check the time.
“Yeah.”
