Just One Night(60)

that if she ever had the chance, she’d never stop.

But kissing was no longer enough. She wanted more. Needed more.

And this is where her career came in handy.

Remembering a move that had gotten particularly rave reviews from commenters,

Riley let her hands slide down to his butt as she lifted to her toes and put her lips

to his ear.

“I want you inside me.”

The fingers that had been so gently cupping her cheeks tensed before he let out

a terse “Christ.”

Then he was hauling her across the tiny apartment in the direction of the

bedroom, and Riley allowed herself a small smile of satisfaction.

Maybe she could get by on book smarts after all.

Sam peeled his layered T-shirts over his head and dropped them to the floor.

Nope. Never mind.

The way her mind went fuzzy and her br**sts went tingly was most definitely

something best experienced in person.

“I’m scared to death,” she blurted out.

Instead of condescending to her or mocking her, he merely gave a brief nod of

acknowledgment before tugging her hand and pulling her toward him. “I know.

How about a safe word? Dentist?”

“Why dentist?”

“Because I hate the dentist. It’ll cool my ardor instantly.”

“I don’t think I want to cool your ardor,” she said as he lifted the hem of her shirt

and ran a finger along the waistband of her jeans below her belly button.

“No?” he asked, bending to lick the spot he’d just exposed.

Her back arched.

“You like?” he asked, nudging the shirt upward.

“You know I do,” she whispered as his tongue tracked upward over her ribs, her

shirt moving ever higher.

“You’re new to this; I want to get it right.”

“You are.”

And then Riley forgot all about dentists and the fact that it was finally happening

and turned herself over to the skilled confidence of Sam’s hands. His hands and

mouth played endlessly over her stomach, his teeth skimming the base of her bra

but refusing to lift her shirt any higher until she was gasping his name.

Finally he let her sit up just long enough to pull her shirt up and off, and then he

placed a palm between her br**sts, pushing her back down against the pillows,

his eyes taking in her lacy blue bra.

“Not exactly softball practical,” he said, flicking a finger over the small green bow

on one of the straps.

“You don’t seem to mind,” she whispered, her voice husky, watching him

watching her.

His eyes went to hers. “I’m the only one to see these?”

“Well … Dan,” she said.

His gaze darkened before it returned to the spot where his fingers traced over the

thin lace. “It’s time to start pretending that never happened.”

“But if it hadn’t, I’d be a literal virgin,” Riley said, wiggling a little when his fingers

moved over the center of her breast, stimulating her nipple through the fabric.

“Good. I want you to be mine. Just mine.”

His lips met hers, and the kiss was the perfect mix of sweetness and possession.

Their hands resumed roaming, their lips separating once while he removed his

jeans. Again to remove hers. But each time their mouths found each other again,

until they were both na**d, panting, and ready.

There was no room to think. Only feel.

Sam’s hand slipped between her legs, fingers pushing her thighs apart and

finding where she was warm and wet. “Riley,” he whispered. “I should take my

time with you.”

“You’ve taken more than ten years,” she said, her hand gliding over his hip before

her fingers wrapped around where he was firm and smooth.

He let out a harsh breath, his forehead against her shoulder. “You’re sure you’ve

never done this before?”

“No, but you know … I read somewhere …” She tightened her grip just slightly as

her thumb moved over him and his groan banished the last of her lingering

insecurities.

“This is going to end badly if you don’t stop that,” he said, grabbing her wrist and

pulling it to his mouth, brushing his lips against her knuckles.

“So get on with it already,” she said. She tried for teasing and came out desperate,

and she didn’t care. She may not have been an expert at this, but she knew one

or both of them were likely to die if they waited much longer.

“You sure are demanding for a newbie,” he said, sliding over her and nudging her

chin up with his nose so he could nuzzle her neck.

She turned her head, lips seeking his. He complied, and their kisses turned

frantic.

“Condom,” he grunted, pulling back. “Where’s my wallet?”