Page 106 of The Woman By the Lake

The moonlight shaded the muscles of his chest, arms and shoulders. My legs trembled. His hands went back to my hips, and he hustled me to bed.

I fell back, he fell on top of me, and he was right.

It was on.

There was a lot of kissing—a lot—but I had that body to explore, the one I’d wanted my hands on since the first time I saw him run into my yard, slick with sweat.

And I explored it.

That was, I did until he undid the button of my jeans, slid the zip down, and dove right inside.

He didn’t mess around.

He glided a finger over my clit, through my wet, and buried it inside me.

My head shot back.

Riggs put his lips to my throat and growled as his finger stroked aggressively.

I didn’t hesitate.

This was my ride, and I rode it.

His lips went up the side of my neck, he nipped my earlobe and whispered, “Yeah, honey.”

“Riggs,” I panted.

“I hear you,” he murmured, and his finger went away, as did his entire hand, so, clearly, he didn’t hear me correctly.

Then my jeans and panties were whisked away with a fierce tug, and okay, maybe he did hear me.

I went after the buttons on his jeans as he reached for a condom.

I got the last button undone and yanked them over his hips, Riggs helping by bucking them up powerfully.

Just that nearly sent me over the edge.

Lord, have mercy.

His cock sprang out, and from what I could tell in the dark, I liked it, very much, and he immediately rolled a condom on one-handed and expertly.

Not expert enough. I nearly slapped his hand away so I could do it.

But finally, it was done, and he reached for me, but he didn’t have to reach.

I threw a leg over, grabbed hold of him, guided him where he needed to be, and bore down.

“Shit, Nadia,” he groaned.

Taking all that was him, I moaned.

Sensory proof, he had a great cock.

I bounced. And bounced. And bounced.

He clasped his hands behind his head, I saw the white flash of his teeth through the moonlit shadows, and he teased, “Tell me if you need me.”

But his deep voice was sexy thick.