“Riley, Riley, oh my God, I’m gonna…come…again!” She gasped as her arms tighten around his neck. He felt tremors running through her entire body as she clung to him desperately.
As he felt himself nearing climax, he pulled back from where he had buried his face in her neck, positioning himself directly above her.
“Chelle,” he commanded hoarsely, “Open your eyes. Look at me. Look into my eyes.”
She did, her expressive almond brown eyes gazing directly into his as the spasms of climax overtook him. They both rode out the incredible, intense physical sensations, looking into each other’s eyes the entire time.
It was amazing.
As long as he had lived up to this point, he had never felt as connected to another human being.
And as long as he was going to live in the future, he didn't think that he ever would again.
Chapter Eighteen
Chelle awoke, warm and toasty in bed, to the smell of bacon and coffee. She stretched her hands over her head and smiled. She felt refreshed, renewed, happy. Last night was perfect.
She enjoyed this elated feeling for just a moment before her mind started racing with the possibilities of what last night meant. What would the ramifications be?
She didn’t know if things would be weird between her and Riley now.
Chelle had never had a one-night-stand before. It's not that she had some kind of moral objection to them. She just wasn’t that girl - the one who could be carefree and wild. She had only ever been intimate with people that she was in a committed relationship with. But, hey, she thought wryly, look where that got me.
Plus, she had known Riley forever. Did it really count as a one-night-stand? Hmm, maybe she should Google it. No, wait. She was overthinking this. Overanalyzing was her main flaw! She needed to summon her inner Samantha.
She and Riley had fun last night. They were both adults. She just needed to go out there with an air of sophistication and be very casual about the whole thing.
She rose out of bed, grabbed Riley’s shirt and pulled it over her head. It fell to just above her knee. She walked over to the full length mirror and looked at herself.
Her hair was a mess and she was swimming in his shirt. But there was definitely a glow about her.
She had always wondered if people really did have a morning-after-sex-glow. She had never experienced it. Although, in all fairness, her experience was somewhat limited. But one night with Riley and she sure as heck had it!
Excitement filled her. She wanted to jump up and down, clapping her hands and squealing...but she didn’t really think that would read “mature experienced woman” so she refrained.
She needed to pull herself together before she went out there and faced the music...or the bacon, in this case. She hoped that Riley wasn’t regretting last night.
Well, only one way to find out.
She took a deep breath. In through the nose, out through the mouth. Opening the bedroom door, she padded barefoot across the wooden floor to the kitchen.
Riley was standing at the stove in sweats that hung dangerously low. He stood there, sans shirt, and the muscles in his back rippled as he flipped the bacon.
Mmmm.....
She heard a sound of sheer, unadulterated appreciation escape from deep inside of her. She slapped a hand over her mouth just as Riley turned, now alerted to her presence.
A small lopsided grin was the only acknowledgment he made of her reaction to him.
“Good morning, Sleeping Beauty,” he said as he turned and finished removing the last of the bacon from the pan and transferred it to the plate beside the stove.
“Morning.” Chelle wasn’t sure what to do. A small voice inside her head piped up - ‘act natural, for God's sake!’
Yes! Good. She could do that. Just act natural, she repeated to herself as she walked into the kitchen to get some OJ from the fridge. She opened the fridge, removed the OJ, placed it on the counter and closed the fridge.
Okay, so far so good, she thought. She turned and opened the cabinet that held the cups. Reaching high over her head she felt Riley behind her.
She leaned back into him, feeling his solid chest at her back. Unlike the first morning after he had arrived, when she had had to fight the instinct to melt against him, now she simply let herself luxuriate in the warmth and solidness of his body. She felt his erection, rock hard, pressed against her back.
He wrapped one arm around her waist. Looking down she saw his large hand spread across her belly and the sight of it was a serious turn-on. With his other hand he brushed her hair to one side, revealing her neck.
She instinctively tilted her head to give him better access.
His lips moved to her sensitive skin and she felt a ripple of chills rush throughout her entire body. Even the tiny hairs on her arm were standing up.