Page 169 of The Vacation Mix-Up
Bracing my hand against the wall, I lean forward and nip the soft spot below her ear, nibbling and kissing before trailing my tongue to the top of her cleavage.
She moans, and I close my eyes, savoring the sexy sound.Fuck, I’ve missed this.
Palming her breast, I rub the pad of my thumb over her nipple before gently pinching it. She gasps again, so I press my mouth to hers, swallowing her pleasure and soft, shallow pants.
“Riley,” she rasps out, her hands cupping my cheeks.
I pull back, my breathing heavy. “Tell me what you want.”
Her eyes chase mine, her tongue darting out to lick her lips. “You.”
“You already have me,” I whisper, smiling as I nudge the crook of her neck with my nose.
Because she does.
chapter twenty-five
RILES
Awave of ecstasy, belonging, and yearning rushes through my blood as I capture Riley’s mouth with mine, desperate for more.
He pushes off the wall and carries me to his bed, gently placing me down as his eyes devour my body, anticipation peppering my skin as I squirm.
Climbing onto the mattress, he hovers over me, his perfect lips kissing and nipping a trail down my neck to my breast, the soft stubble of his beard a delightful tickle. I draw in a ragged breath as he sucks my nipple into his mouth before flicking it with his tongue.
“Oh, God!” I cry out, my voice breathy as I grip his hair, clenching it tight, my hand gentle as it uncontrollably pushes him lower.
He chuckles and inches back toward the foot of the bed, his fingers slipping beneath my panties as he collects them and slides the cotton down my legs. Parting my knees, he clears his throat and rubs his beard, his devilish eyes the shade of midnight.
I swallow.
He looks up at me again, and just as I think he’s going to say something, he clenches his jaw instead, slips his hands beneath myass, and wrenches me toward his mouth, breathing in deeply when his lips touch my skin. I gasp at the feel of him, my back bowing and lifting from the bed, my fingers gripping the sheets as he licks, sucks, nips, and kisses.
My core tightens, and I cry out his name.
My name.
Our name.
Huh. That’s weird.
Standing up, his lips glistening, a sinister yet sexy gleam blaring from his eyes, I don’t give our name a second thought when he wrenches down his underwear and leisurely fists his length.
Oh, dear Lord!I push up to my elbows and lick my lips as he opens his bedside drawer, pulls out a condom, rips open the foil packaging with his teeth like an animal, and then rolls it on so seductively that I almost incinerate.
Following the hard edges of his collarbone, down his arms, to the rigid lines of his stomach, my body shudders with heat. It’s been so long since I’ve been with a man, a decent man, one so deliciously impeccable. And for quite possibly the first time in my life, nerves over what we’re about to do tangle my stomach.
“Don’t look so scared, Riles,” he says, a grin twisting his lips.
“I’m… I’m not.”
He climbs onto the bed and positions himself between my legs. “I’ll be gentle.”
As he slowly pushes into me, I relax around him while he rocks his hips, the feel of him glorious and strong, his movements heightening as I pant and moan into his mouth.
Lips seek lips, tongues lapping, our hands feverish as they caress, squeeze, and claw at each other’s skin.
“You feel so good,” I murmur.
