Page 74 of Head Over Spurs

“As you wish,” she purred.

Reaching for her, Riley had her bra unsnapped in a blink of an eye, his other hand reaching for the waist of her panties. “Off. These need to come off.”

She slid them down her legs before tossing them and the bra off the bed, adding to the pile of disarray around them. A strong arm wrapped around her waist, holding her to him as he leaned for the nightstand. He withdrew a condom a moment later, leaning back against the headboard once again and holding it up between them.

“I need more of you,” he repeated before capturing her mouth with his.

She snatched the condom from him, rolling it down his length as he sucked at her neck, his fist knotting in her hair. She was already soaked from the way he reacted to her mouth on him, ready for him.

Lifting onto her knees, she lined him up at her center and lowered herself onto him. Again, she felt her body stretch for him. This time, the fullness sending waves of pleasure radiating through her core.

She slid back up his length, her legs working to hold her hovering above him before sinking back down. His eyes trackedher every moment, his mouth tipping up at the way she was teasing him.

But she was teasing herself too. And she needed more of him. She began riding him at an increased rate, finding the angle that hit her in just the right spot.

“Good God, Juliette,” he rumbled, his mouth claiming hers roughly. With urgency.

She moved her body with equal need, taking his cock greedily. Desire unfurled within her, and she threw her head back in ecstasy.

He dug his fingers into the soft flesh of her hips, guiding her rhythm as she rode him. Her whimpers increased, her nails clawing desperately at his neck, shoulders, chest as he lifted his hips to move with her.

“Oh my,” she moaned breathlessly. “Fuck, Riley.Yes.”

“That’s my girl,” he praised. “Riding me like this cock is yours. Fuck, I love being buried in you.”

She only managed a whimper in response, her brain in a haze. Her nerve endings lit up. Had it really been her idea to keep away from him, from this?

“That’s my girl,” he repeated, thrusting upward into her. She was supposed to be doing the work, but her body had gone limp as pleasure radiated through her, an orgasm coming on like a tidal wave.

She dropped her head to his chest, kissing the marks from her nails that were already turning his skin red as he shuttered his own release, clutching her tight to him.

Neither made a move and she leaned her cheek on his chest. His arms wrapped around her, one hand cradling the back of her head. The sound of them slowing their breathing filled the silence. Jules missed this part the last time they had fallen into a bed together. They had gone round after round until collapsing into sleep, then she had run.

Tipping her face up, she found Riley’s eyes already on her, a soft smile peeking out from under his mustache. He pressed a kiss to the tip of her nose.

“How is your back?” she asked, closing her eyes as he continued to scatter kisses across her face.

“Perfectly fine, never better,” he answered distractedly.

“Riley.” There was a challenge in her tone.

“You did all the work, remember?”

“I was supposed to, but it didn’t go as planned.” She narrowed her eyes as he lifted her off his lap.

Swiftly disposing of the condom, he laid on his side and pulled her against his chest. His fingers moved over the soft curves of her side before settling on the rise of her hip. He handled her like she was something precious, he had been doing it since the day they met. The look in his eyes as he noticed her for the first time from his seat in the saddle mirrored the way in which he studied her now.

“I can’t help myself when it comes to you.”

She propped herself up on her elbow and bit her lip. Riley was so open and giving with her. So sure. She wanted things to be that clear for her too. The way her feelings for him had taken root, that was clear. But to have what she wanted; she would have to hurt so many others.

There was too much to decide, and she only had a matter of days to do it. The trip to Argentina hung over her like a pall hovering in the darkness at the edge of her attention. Lingering just enough to remind her that she couldn’t fully enjoy this moment. She should tell him—Riley would make this feel manageable.

“Riley, before the bar last night,” she started. But as he blinked back at her with contentment and warmth overflowing from his gaze, she lost her nerve.

“Yeah?” His voice filled the silence that hung at the end of her unfinished thought.

She couldn’t make that look go away. She couldn’t rely on him to take care of yet another thing. It was high time Jules stopped running and handled it on her own. “I just… I feelsomad at myself that I kept you at arm’s length all summer.”

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