Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 102719 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 514(@200wpm)___ 411(@250wpm)___ 342(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 102719 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 514(@200wpm)___ 411(@250wpm)___ 342(@300wpm)
“Can I bang you?”
“Yes, but not eight times. My back hurts. And my feet! God, look at my ankles. They’re the size of grapefruits.”
“Aw, baby, I love your cankles.” Coop shoots us a grin over his shoulder as he and Goldie head out into the night.
“No you don’t. But I love you.”
“I love you too, baby.”
Goldie sends a glance my way. “Lu, I’ll see you at eight? Mom will have coffee and bagels for us. Hair and makeup start at eight thirty.”
“I’ll bring some champagne and orange juice for mimosas.” I hold up a hand. “Don’t worry, I’ll get sparkling cider for you.”
Goldie smiles. Her eyes are tired but I can tell she’s happy. “Thanks, friend.”
“Get some rest. We’ll see y’all in the morning.”
The door closes, leaving Riley and me alone near the empty hostess stand. He looks at me and smiles.
The kind of handsome, hungry smile that knocks me in the backs of my knees.
“My place?”
“Nah, I think we should hook-up at my grandparents’ house. That way Mom and Lady can hear exactly how hard you make me come.”
Riley’s eyes go feral. He pinches my ass, making me yelp. Heat pools low in my core. “I’m not sure Lady is coming home tonight either.”
“How cute was she with Joe? I love that they hit it off.”
“Just needed a little push in the right direction.”
I glance over his shoulder at the restaurant, where staff is busy cleaning. “I feel like we should stay and help.”
“Ordinarily I’d agree.” His hand is cupping my ass now. He lowers his voice. “But I don’t know how much longer I have you for, so I ain’t about to waste time.”
The words—spoken and unspoken—hang between us. He’s not pressuring me for an answer about what we are. What my plan is. Not yet.
But I know if I gave him one, he’d welcome it.
“I’m also hard,” he continues when I don’t say anything, “so there’s that.”
I bite my lip. “Sounds urgent.”
“I think you’re going to like it. Anal.” His fingers inch closer to the crease between my ass cheeks. “How ’bout we find out?”
Clouds have moved in after the sun set, and thunder rumbles overhead as Riley unlocks the gate to the dock.
It’s dark. Quiet, save for the thunder. The salty air has a metallic tang to it.
“Lightning.” Riley curls a hand around the nape of my neck as we head toward Dolly. “You can taste it. Much as I hate to say it, I’m not hopeful for tomorrow’s weather.”
“Goldie’s worried.”
He gives my neck a squeeze, making my blood jump. “Nothing we can’t handle. We put on a good show tonight, and we’ll do the same tomorrow.”
It’s the we that gets me.
Said in that casual way of his, like it’s a given he and I are a package deal. Like it’s been that way forever.
The ache inside me pulses. I feel like I’m coming out of my skin, needy and raw and so very full of feeling.
More thunder.
And this time, lightning too. Heat lightning, the kind that crackles through the clouds and illuminates them from within.
In a sky this big, it’s a breathtaking sight.
Awareness tingles from the place where Riley palms my skin down the length of my spine. My nipples pebble to hard, aching points.
I cross my arms over my chest, shivering. Goosebumps break out on my skin.
“You cold?” I hear the frown in Riley’s voice.
I shake my head. “Just turned on.” And overwhelmed.
He glides his hand down my neck and across my shoulder, reaching for my hand. He holds me steady as I board Dolly, following close behind.
And then, in the darkness, he’s on me.
His hands are on my hips, his body pressed into mine. He uses his legs to back me against the boat’s solid side. I can feel the heat of the wood, still warm from the day’s sun, seep through the thin fabric of my dress into my back.
I shiver.
Riley growls, crowding out the night with his body as he ducks his head and captures my mouth in a hard, deep kiss.
“Your staff,” I manage.
“Sent them home. I don’t usually keep anyone here overnight anyway.”
“Tom?”
“He’s spending the night at his grandmothers’ house.”
His hands are moving up and down my arms now. I grab the lapels of his jacket and pull him closer, losing myself in the taste of his mouth. The smell of his skin.
His erection presses into my stomach, the heat between my legs becoming acute. I reach for him, both of us moaning when I stroke him through his pants.
“You serious about trying it?”
I suck on his bottom lip in reply. “Yes.”
“Then none of this”—he swats away my hand—“or I’m going to come before we get to third base. Inside. Now.”
He grabs my wrist and yanks me after him. Laughter bubbles up inside me as he hauls me down the stairs, down the hall, and into his cabin.