Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 82747 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82747 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
Instead, when I press my hand to her lower belly, she sinks against me, her hips still moving to the music playing in her ears. I stand stock-still, letting her delectable ass move against my body. My cock aches with need, but there's something incredibly satisfying about the way she moves against me. I don't want to rush her. I want to live in this moment for as long as she'll allow it, no matter how much more complicated it's going to make things.
"Riley," I whisper as I reach up and pull her earbud from her ear and drop it on the counter.
I press my mouth to her neck, and despite the tension in her body, the second my teeth dig into her flesh, she melts into me as if she's right where she's always meant to be.
Chapter 21
Riley
There's something about being back in the house, despite how it ended last time, that just set my body on fire the second I stepped back inside.
Guilt swam inside of me for a long while once I got started helping him with the cabinets, but then the air changed somehow. It's as if the entire room was charged with electricity despite the fact that we're working by the sunlight streaming through all the open blinds.
My fingertips are like ice, but my body is on fire, the sensual music from my playlist making me feel sexy and damn near feral with need.
I was picturing what happened between Mac and me when I felt the warmth of his body at my back, exactly the same way it happened the last time I was here with him. Only this time there's no food to burn. There's no elderly couple on their way to interrupt. There's no phone call to the fire department.
It's only me and him and this moment, and if I take any guesses of where this is heading by the way his erection is digging into my ass, then I'm going to be a very happy girl very soon.
"Riley," he growls as he rips an earbud from my ear before tossing it recklessly on the counter.
I know where this is heading, but there's still an awkward edge to my emotions with it being broad daylight. Unless one of his neighbors happens to walk up his very long driveway, we have complete privacy, yet it still unnerves me a little to know what's about to happen.
I turn in his arms, my palms flat on his chest as I look up at him. His lips glisten from being against my neck, and despite still being able to feel the sting of his bite, I can't really be bothered by that mark he probably left behind.
"Mac," I say, my fingers curling against his chest as I fight the urge to run my hands lower and unzip his jeans. "Let's go upstairs."
"No," he snaps, his tone sounding as if he's angry that he's attracted to me in the first place.
I swallow, my eyes dropping as I go to take a step back. Maybe it isn't even attraction but opportunity. Maybe he's disgusted with himself for what his body wants.
"Stop," he growls, his tone even more angry. "I don't know what's going through your head right now to make you look so suddenly sad."
"I--"
"No, Riley. Just shut the fuck up."
I open my mouth to speak again, but he jerks down my mask, covering my lips with his hand.
"Don't speak," he says as he inches closer, replacing his hand with his mouth.
I'd like to say I resist him for at least a few seconds, but I know I don't. The warmth of his lips on mine makes me moan into his mouth.
As tender as his kiss is, his hands are frantic as he shoves down the leggings I have on, and I'm a second away from asking just how he plans on making this work because I'll fight him if he tries to lift me to set me on the counter. Before I can formulate the words, he guides us as far away from the damaged cabinets as he can before turning me around, pressing a hand between my shoulder blades, and urging me to lean forward.
"Mac, I—"
The sound of him lowering his zipper makes me snap my lips closed. The only other sound in the room other than our harsh breathing is the crinkle of a condom wrapper. I have to worry about the loss of time because it doesn't seem like enough time passes for him to roll it down his length before the hot head of his cock is pressed exactly where my body aches for him.
My legs are trembling as I angle my body out more, doing my best to give him the access he needs. I nearly crumple to the floor when he presses into me, my body ready for him.