Page 13 of Score Her Heart

I sat on the couch next to her, pulled her head into my lap, and stroked her hair. “Okay, so when are you going back to Philly?”

She groaned and sat up. “Right, I forgot. I have to deal with all the cancellation shit. When were you planning to go back?”

“My flight’s tonight, but I can reschedule it.”

“Oh, Riley, no. When do you need to be at the airport?”

I waved her off. “It’s fine; I’ll reschedule. I can go back tomorrow; I have a practice that I need to be at.”

She bit her lip but got up to pull her computer out of her bag on the floor. She spent the next couple of hours dealing with canceling everything while I looked up flights for us to go back to Philly tomorrow. I changed my flight and then ordered a seat next to mine going home so she could come along with me.

“Oh my God, finally!” she said after hanging up the phone. “Now, I need to book a flight back to Philly.” She looked down at her phone, and I knew by the scowl that she saw the email I sent her. “Did you...ugh, you did not buy me a flight home!”

“Yes…” I trailed off. “You were busy. Isn’t that what husbands are supposed to do?”

She leaned against me. “Thank you. This has been a nightmare.”

I pulled her into my side and kissed the top of her head. “I know. At least we have the rest of the day to ourselves. You should take that nap.”

“So…you never answered my question,” she said, giving me a sly look.

“Huh?”

“This morning, I said you looked like you wanted to throw me on the counter and fuck my brains out. Did you?”

Uhh…yes. Yes, I very much wanted to do that. Now I very much wanted to fuck her again here on the couch, on the kitchen table, in the shower, and then finally in the bed.

“Riley?”

I gulped. “Yes.”

She laughed. “Knew it!”

“Tease.”

She smirked at me but stood up from the couch and walked over in front of the kitchen table. She stood with her hands on her hips and cocked an eyebrow.

“Then fucking do it,” she dared.

I stared at her for what felt like an entire minute. “What?”

She crooked her finger at me. “What, you don’t want to fuck me? You don’t want to shove me up on this table and fuck me like a wild animal?”

I curled my hand into fists at her crass words and exhaled. I stood up from the couch and walked across the room to where she stood. She was egging me on, but I was going to call her bluff. I wrapped one hand around the back of her neck, and the other went to her hand and placed it right on the straining zipper of my jeans. Then I kissed her hard. I smiled against her skin, traveling down her jaw and onto the side of her neck while she massaged me over my jeans.

“Is this what you want?” I whispered against her ear.

“Riley,” she whispered.

“I think the question is, do you want me to fuck you?”

“You know you didn’t have to marry me if you just wanted to fuck,” she huffed.

“Um, you kind of had a long term boyfriend.”

“True, who I should have broken up with sooner. But let’s not talk about him right now.”

“Answer the question, Fiona,” I urged.