Smiling at the baby, she thought of how badly she’d been feeling the need for her own family. She glanced up at Riel, and her heart constricted. He was smiling at her with so much warmth, she wanted tear off his clothes then and there and beg him to make her his. Sophia’s voice broke through her vision.
“I should get going before Chase starts calling me and asking if I’m feeling fine.” Sophia jiggled Selena from Riel then turned to Sam. “Would you mind just walking him to the car with me? I hate to move them when they’re asleep just to go from hand to hand.”
“Of course.” Sam followed behind Sophia and Riel into the front yard. She laid the sleeping boy in his car seat. Too tempted to hold back she gave him a kiss on the forehead. Then she ran a finger down his chunky cheek. Her heart melted when the baby cooed in his sleep.
She stepped back and found Riel and Sophia staring at her. Sophia had that motherly pride look, the one that said she knew her children were beautiful and wanted the world to see them. Meanwhile Riel’s was so possessive, warmth settled on Sam’s cheeks, and fire coursed through her blood.
Once Sophia was gone, she and Riel walked back into his house. They stopped at the kitchen, and he offered her a drink.
He rummaged through the fridge. She stood there, drinking in the vision of his muscular body, flexing with every move he made, taunting her to touch him. He was so hot. Electric currents darted down her veins and settled in her pussy. She opened her mouth to take a much-needed breath, but a soft moan escaped. She gulped, widening her eyes.
Riel slammed the fridge shut and spun toward her in light speed. His nose flared, and he inhaled deep. His eyes turned a molten gold again. She now knew it meant he was aroused. Moisture gathered between her thighs and dripped to her panties.
“Sam.” The gravelly rumble made her nipples ache.
She took a shallow breath. Her gaze roamed his face, down his body, and then slowly back up to his flared nostrils. He stepped closer, and she whimpered. Oh lord. What the hell was wrong with her? Every hormone in her system begged for him. Wanted him. Needed him.
“Riel, I…”
Her throat went dry. He stalked toward her, watching her with enough possession to make the hairs on her arms stand on end. He focused on her mouth. She swiped her tongue over her dry lips, and his eyes darkened, the specks of amber turning brighter by the second.
He stopped in front of her, wrapped his hands around her waist, and hauled her into him. She sniffed at his neck and flicked her tongue over his throat. The burst of untamable flavor made her moan. He tasted of wilderness, raw animal lust, and of some elusive musky flavor that made her pussy throb. Her panties soaked with her wet heat. She’d never been so ready to drop all her inhibitions for a man before. She lifted her face to his, and their mouths met in a frantic mating. He didn’t as much kiss as he possessed. He conquered her with his tongue, rubbing the inside of her mouth with enough passion she thought she’d burst into flames.
The world shifted, and she was scooped up into his arms. As he walked up the stairs with her in his arms, she ran her hands into his short brown hair. She kissed his throat, licking at the pulse beating erratically under her tongue. She grazed her blunt teeth over his neck and nipped at the warm flesh. He groaned and dropped her on the bed.
“Tell me now if you don’t want this.” He gave her a heated look.
She got on her knees on the bed. Lust shot through her. He clenched his jaw. Gripping the sides of her tank top, she lifted it above her head and flung it at him after she took it off. His gaze darted to her satin-covered breasts. She moved a hand to the hook on her back and unclasped her bra, all the while watching his eyes sparkle like liquid gold. He was seeking her consent even when he was clearly having a hard time holding himself back from pouncing on her. The thought of him fucking her wildly made her pussy flutter again. She licked her lips and moved her hands to her shorts.
“Stop.” The growl was almost unintelligible.
She knew what he needed. “Please, Riel.”
“Tell me.” His voice made the fire in her blood blaze.
“I want you, Ry. Now. Right now.” Flames licked at her skin.
“You’re sure?”
What happened to the man offering her all kinds of orgasms just that morning? “I’ve never wanted anyone the way I want you right now.”
She panted while he ripped off his clothes in hurried movements. The sound of tearing cloth enhanced her arousal, thickening her blood in her veins. There was her wild man.
He marched to the bed, his powerful legs flexing with each step. His cock stood proud, pointing up to his belly button. Oxygen levels depleted in her lungs the longer she stared at his thick shaft. Pre-cum oozed from his slit, sliding down the sides of his long length. Passion overran every other thought in her brain. She needed him. Their lips met in a desperate kiss, and she whimpered in joy. She splayed her hands over the warm, muscled flesh of his chest. Her pussy throbbed and begged to come.