Chapter Two
“You coming?” Sam asked, tossing a glance over her shoulder.
“Oh, I intend to,” he replied in a low voice.
A thrill shot through her body as she pulled her gaze away and focused on walking in a straight line. She’d expected a little resistance, but propositioning Riley Scott had turned out to be a lot tougher than she’d anticipated. His reluctance had been written all over his gorgeous face, and yet at the same time, she’d seen the way his eyes had glimmered with passion when she’d asked him to bed. He wanted her, and the knowledge that he returned the attraction made her break out in shivers. It also made her wonder why he’d fought it for so long.
And why he’d looked almost guilty when she’d suggested acting on it.
Ah well. No time to think about any of that now. She finally had Riley exactly where she wanted him, and she wasn’t about to spoil what was bound to be the best night of her life by over-thinking it. She did that a lot, turned things over in her head and analyzed them to death, until she’d sucked the fun right out of them.
Tonight would be different.
Tonight there would be no thinking.
She led him to the dark corridor in the back of the bar, toward the staircase leading up to the second-floor apartment. They climbed the stairs, neither one saying a word. As she paused to unlock the door, she felt Riley’s warm breath on her neck. A second later his hands cupped her butt.
“You’ve got such a sweet ass,” he muttered from behind.
“Wait ’til you see the rest of me.”
Click. The lock unlatched and she pushed the door open. When they got inside, she didn’t turn on the lights. She didn’t want to ruin the moment by shedding light on this barren little apartment. She didn’t want to look at all the boxes full of her possessions or think about the fact that she was sleeping on a mattress in an empty bedroom. She missed her old place. No, she missed her old
life
, the one she’d led before the bar had been snatched out of her hands and she’d been evicted from the brownstone she’d lived in for years. Hard as she’d tried to turn a profit, her little corner bar simply hadn’t been able to compete with all the new, hip establishments that kept opening up on the block. She’d poured every dime she had into the Diamond, until she was totally and completely broke, unable to pay the phone bill, let alone her rent.
But she forcibly shoved all the ugly thoughts out of her head. At the moment, she didn’t want any of her troubles tainting what was about to happen.
So she left the light off, smiled at the big sexy man in front of her, and squashed any notions of time-consuming pre-sex pleasantries by reaching for the hem of her tank top.
She pulled the material over her head and bared her breasts.
“Are those real?” Riley rasped, his voice thick with desire.
“Come here and find out.”
He took two steps forward and cupped each full mound. Flicked his thumbs over her nipples, and then dragged his hands along the underside of each breast. “Real,” he remarked. “Rare, in this day and age.”
She almost purred as he fondled her breasts, his big calloused hands scraping over her sensitized skin. Damn, she’d wanted this for so long. Envisioned it. Fantasized about it late at night while fingering herself. She’d been with other men, of course, but none of them even compared to this ruggedly gorgeous one who practically triggered an orgasm with one sinful stare. Riley was all man, rough edges and all.
“Why did we wait two years to do this?” he muttered as he stroked her breasts. “You actually thought I’d turn you down?”
“I wasn’t sure I was slutty enough for you,” she replied dryly. “I’ve seen the girls you leave my bar with.”
“You’re right. You’re nothing like the women I usually go home with.”
“Because my tits are real?”
“Because you make me laugh.” He shrugged, still palming her breasts. “Because some of the most meaningful conversations I’ve had in my entire life have been with you. I didn’t want sex to ruin our friendship. If I were the commitment kind of guy, I would’ve asked you out on a date.”
“I don’t want a date. I want to fuck you.”
She heard his sharp intake of breath and grinned.
She stepped back, her chest feeling cold without Riley’s hands fondling it. Reaching for the button of her jeans, she raised her eyebrows. “So, what do you do with a girl you don’t date? You’ve just walked into her apartment, you’re hot and horny and staring at her half-naked body, and what do you do?”
“You really want to know?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Well, I’d tell her to unzip my pants and suck my dick.”
An ache pulsed between her legs. Oh yes. She knew he’d be like this. Dirty. Demanding. Bold.
“But since it’s you,” he said gruffly, “I’ll ask instead. Do you want to suck my dick, Sam?”
Without bothering to answer that no-brainer, she unbuttoned her jeans and slid the denim material down her legs. His eyes widened again. She wasn’t wearing panties either, and the appreciation on his face told her going commando had been a very good decision.
With her jeans on the parquet floor at her feet, she was now naked. Naked and hot and wetter than she’d ever been in her entire twenty-six years. She sauntered up to him, bunched the bottom of his T-shirt in her hands and peeled the shirt off his rock-hard chest.
She pressed her mouth to his bare chest and kissed it. He smelled like soap and spice. Her tongue darted out and licked a flat brown nipple. He tasted like one hundred percent
man.
God, this was fun. She’d fantasized about this so many times, it was almost surreal to finally experience it.
She rubbed herself against him, licking his chest, kissing it, sucking on his nipples. Then she brushed her tongue down his body and sank to her knees. With deft fingers, she unzipped his jeans and pulled them down his toned legs, then tugged at his black boxer briefs. He kicked the pants and boxers aside. His thick, erect cock jutted out and brushed against her cheek.
With a faint smile, she tilted her head and met his gaze. His eyelids were heavy, the muscles in his face taut. Oh, how she loved that face. The hard angles, the defined jaw, the stubble dotting his chin. Masculine. Sexy.
“You’re a tease,” he muttered, eyes flashing with unrestrained lust.
“Yeah, so?”
She grasped his dick with one hand, squeezed his tight ass with the other, and lowered her mouth to him.
She kissed him.
He shuddered.
A bead of moisture formed on his tip and she sucked it in, savoring the salty, male taste of him. She took him deeper in her mouth, running her tongue along his shaft while pumping him at the same time.
“Shit,” Riley choked out.
She pulled back. “Something wrong?”
“Hell, no. Keep doing that.”
She obliged. Riley’s ragged breaths and soft groans encouraged her to be more daring. Stroking his cock with her hands, she teased his balls with her tongue. Then she licked him from shaft to tip, once, twice, long, sensual strokes that had him groaning with pleasure. She felt his cock pulsing against her tongue and he grew impossibly harder, hotter, the more she teased. After a few more torturous licks, she took his tip into her mouth and sucked on it, swirled her tongue over his velvety skin then sucked again. Hard.
He moaned, and a jolt of pleasure spiraled down her body and seized her clit. She could’ve stayed there all night, on her knees, jerking him off, sucking him off, but the ache between her legs refused to dissipate. It only grew stronger, throbbed harder, making her so wet and aroused she could barely breathe.
Whimpering against his tip, she gave it one last lick then shot to her feet and pressed her naked body to his. “Come to bed.”
“If I can walk,” he replied with a shaky chuckle.
“I think you’ll make it.”
She moved toward the shadowy hallway without turning to see if he’d follow. She knew he would. He’d come up here, after all. Not even Riley would be cruel enough to walk away now.
She smiled when she heard his footsteps and heavy breathing behind her. A second later, she stopped in her tracks, taken aback by the feel of his lower body thrusting against her ass. He clasped her waist with those calloused hands, and she sagged against the wall, sticking her butt out so his erection grazed between her cheeks.
“I could fuck you right now, right against this wall,” Riley hissed out, planting an open-mouth kiss between her shoulder blades.
She sucked in a breath. “Do it.”
“No.”
He rubbed his cock against her crease, bending down just enough so that his blunt head danced across her wet opening.
“I want to make you come first,” he added, then tugged a chunk of blonde hair out of the way so he could kiss the nape of her neck.
She shivered. “Trust me, I’ll come the second you shove yourself inside me.”
“Later,” he said absently. “First I want to drive you wild. With my tongue.”
He gave her bottom a little push and urged her in the direction of the bedroom.
Oh God. She’d never been so turned on. She’d
known
it would be like this. Riley Scott had gotten under her skin from the second she’d laid eyes on him. His husky laughter and cocky grins never failed to make her hot. His rough voice made her hotter. The sight of his hard, naked body sent a full-blown inferno raging through her.
No lights in the bedroom, either. She liked it. Stretching across the mattress on the floor, Riley was nothing more than a shadow as he loomed over her. The darkness made everything more seductive. Sexier. Dirtier.
He didn’t comment on the lack of furniture, just swept his gaze over her naked body and murmured, “Spread your legs.”
“Do it for me.” She spoke in a seductress’s voice. Riley seemed to enjoy hearing it as much as she enjoyed using it.
“Making me do all the work, huh?”
“Yep.”
“I like that.”
He edged toward her, kneeled down on the hardwood floor, and with one sharp movement, he pushed her legs apart. “You said you’ve wanted this for two years?” he prompted.
“Mmm-hmmm.”
“What exactly did you want, Sam?”
“You,” she managed to squeeze out.
“Be more specific.”
She was lying on her back, her legs wide open, wet and ready for him, and he wanted her to be more specific?
“You inside me,” she elaborated.
“Again, you’re being vague.” He tilted his head, looking thoughtful and calm, as if he had all the time in the world. “Which part of me do you want inside you?”
“Your cock.”
“Good start. What else?”
“Your fingers.”
“Anything else?”
“Your tongue.”
He snaked his hands up her legs, caressed her inner thighs, then rubbed one flat palm against her pulsing sex. She shuddered out a breath and bucked into his touch. With a soft chuckle, he leaned forward and dipped his head between her legs. First he teased her. Licked her clit with slow, feather-light brushes of his tongue. Then he teased some more. Dragged one finger up and down her wet slit, toying with her opening without entering.
She couldn’t take it anymore.
Tangling her fingers in his dark hair, she pushed his head down, lifted her hips and rubbed her swollen clit against his lips. “Suck it,” she begged.
She almost cringed at the desperation in her tone, but Riley didn’t seem to mind. He chuckled again, but he obviously possessed some kind of gentlemanly side, because he ceded to her wishes. He suckled her clit, flicked his tongue against it, but still denied her the pressure she craved. His tongue darted out, took a brief taste, then slid away to taste her inner thighs. She moaned and clawed at the lone sheet draped over the mattress, her distress obvious, but he didn’t deviate from the lazy, torturous pace he’d set. Just when she opened her mouth to beg for more, he clasped his tongue over her clit and sucked it hard.
She cried out, teetering over the edge, trying to prolong the pleasure, but she gave up the second his fingers came into play. One slid deep inside her, then a second joined the action, then a third. His hot insistent mouth and skilled fingers sent a whirlwind of sensation through her body. Pleasure assaulted her, seized her, penetrated her. Fire consumed her. The wave of orgasm slammed into her.
She came harder and faster than she could ever remember coming.
When the orgasm finally subsided, she gasped for air, trying to bring much-needed oxygen to her lungs. “You’re way too good at that,” she breathed.
“So I’ve been told.”
Riley slid up so that they were at eye-level. Chest level. Pelvic level.
Raw hunger glittered in his blue eyes. “Why haven’t we kissed yet?” he asked with a curious raise of his brows.
“We were busy doing other things.”
“That’s no excuse.”
Sam’s eyelids fluttered shut as he covered her mouth with his. His kiss wasn’t gentle, but rough, as she knew it would be. He pried her lips open with his tongue and she tasted herself on him. As he claimed her mouth the way he’d just claimed her pussy, she wrapped her arms around his neck and dug her nails into his sinewy back. Every inch of this guy was pure muscle. She loved it.
He thrust his tongue in and out of her mouth, his stubble scratching the hell out of her chin. With a groan, he reached between them and started fingering her again. “Goddammit, Sam. I want to fuck you.”
She could feel another orgasm swelling inside her.
She wanted him inside her now, but she forced herself to get up. Her purse was on the floor next to the door and she made a beeline for it, fumbling for the box of condoms she’d stashed in there earlier. She found it, but opening it was another story. Her fingers were trembling so wildly she could barely tear open the lid.
With a grin, Riley came over to offer assistance. He opened the box, pulled out a condom and sheathed himself before she had time to blink. And when she did blink, she suddenly found herself on the mattress again, on her back, while Riley slowly lowered that lean, muscled body over hers.
Without giving her time to react, he drove into her.
She came the second he filled her, her inner muscles squeezing, her body convulsing as she cried out with sheer delight.