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Her heartbeat quickened. Do it. Do it. It seemed to beat with her silent request.
Instead he dropped his hand. “But then I’d get distracted by your breasts. This blue shirt of yours with the little bow in the middle has been driving me crazy. I can’t decide whether to tug at a strap or lift up your skirt.”
“You have two hands, don’t you?”
A deep laugh rumbled from his chest. “Yes, I do. And I plan to put them to good use now.”
One of Riley’s hands cupped her breast while the other found the hem of her skirt, slowing raising it. Rachel moaned low in her throat. She’d never had a lover as good as Riley, never had one make her feel so good.
Her nipple hardened beneath his palm.
“Have I ever told you how much I like your breasts?”
All Rachel could do was shake her head no.
“I love how they get all tight when I touch them. Your nipples—” he stopped to tease one tip “—I can’t wait to suck you.”
She didn’t think it was possible, but her nipple grew even tighter, just the way he mentioned he liked. She longed to have his lips, his mouth, his tongue there once more. Like earlier this afternoon. But they were keeping their clothes on.
“How your body responds to my touch drives me crazy.” Riley pressed the hard ridge of his erection against her backside.
Wet heat flooded her lower body. She wiggled back and felt his erection grow larger. Yeah … she loved driving him crazy.
The hand on her leg kept slowly moving up her thigh. His palm was rough from his job, but she didn’t care. She relished the contrasts. His hard cock combined with his gentle touch devastated her senses.
His hand began to ride up under her shirt. He found her bare skin and she quivered.
Rachel imagined how they looked to any passing stranger. Her body slumped against his, one hand up her skirt, the other under her shirt. And she didn’t care. She wanted this moment with Riley to go on and on.
Where his hand touched, she burned. And that burning was leading right to her panties.
“Yes?” Riley asked, his voice more ragged now. “Here, Rachel.”
“Yes,” she said, and his finger looped over the elastic, helping her panties slide down her legs.
“Ahhh, do that wiggling thing again,” he told her.
“This?” she asked, wiggling. She drove herself against his rock-hard penis.
“Yes,” he groaned into her hair. The hand under her shirt moved lower, and for a moment, Rachel just enjoyed the feel of his hands moving and caressing her thighs. Her hips. Her backside.
Slowly he moved closer and closer to the center of her. Do it. Do it. Her heartbeat quickened even more.
She wanted Riley’s fingers between her legs, and she wanted it five minutes ago. “Touch me,” she urged. Although it was more like an order. Whatever. The man was military. He was used to taking orders.
And Riley did. His fingers slipped between her legs, past the curls and over the slick heat of her clit.
“That feels so good,” she said after she caught her breath.
“I’m not done yet,” he whispered against her ear. A promise.
His fingers slid lower, until they were in the moist heat of her. Her legs began to shake.
Riley’s hand retreated. “Gotta stay strong,” he urged. Then he slipped into her once more. She lowered her head against the railing, but her legs didn’t give.
“Riley, if you’re waiting for me to say something like, go … go!”
He sucked in a breath. “As much as I hate to break the mood here, I don’t have any protection. This hadn’t been my plan when we stepped out here to eat.”
Rachel almost groaned in frustration.
She took a deep, calming breath, knowing she was about to offer something to Riley she’d never suggested before. She just wanted him so much. The man held her body in a fever pitch. “It’s okay, it’s not the right time of the month for me.” Thank you, thank you, thank you.
His hand stilled. “I just want you to know I’m totally healthy.”
She nodded in understanding.
“The military tests and—”
“Riley, stop talking and get inside me.” Another order.
The hand that had been steadying her hip, left her. Soon she heard him fumbling behind her. His pants.
“Lean farther over the railing, Rachel,” he said.
There were the shivers again. Rachel leaned, feeling the night air brush her bare backside. The tip of him touched her slick heat, and she bit her lip. This was going to be so good. With one thrust he was inside her.
“Oh, Rachel. This is amazing.”
He was right. It was amazing. She didn’t know if it was their quick pace, the slim chance of being caught or just the decadence of making love while being caressed by an evening breeze … but sex had never felt this good.
Riley’s fingers teased the curls between her legs, then her clit; at the same time his cock plunged into her body. He circled where she was most sensitive as he moved in and out of her. She tightened around him, drawing him deeper.
He thrust faster. “Rachel,” he moaned. And suddenly waves of pleasure overtook her senses.
She felt his muscles tighten, knew he was about to come and arched her back, allowing him in deeper. With a groan, he exploded.
If he hadn’t been holding her up, she would have fallen. It was an effort to draw in breath. Riley slumped above her, and the wood of the railing cut into her forearm. But she didn’t care. Something about experiencing the best orgasm of your life took away the concern about simple things like oxygen and splinters.
Riley seemed to be just as affected by their lovemaking as she was because he was slow to move. Good.
“You told me I had to be quiet, but there at the end, you were the loud one,” she teased once she caught her breath and had her panties back in place.
“I’ve never done that before,” Riley admitted, looking a little stunned.
“Made love outside?” she asked as they made their way through the French doors and into his condo.
“No, not used a condom.”
She stopped. “Wait … what? Really?”
He looked chagrined. “When they had the safe sex talks in school, I paid attention.” He entwined his fingers with hers. “Plus, being the youngest of six kids, I’m not too eager to add to the Thanksgiving dinner table. I still eat at the kiddie snack trays in the basement.”
“Wait, what?”
“Well, second kiddie table. We’re all in our twenties. There’s a third table for the under-twenty set. We’re a big family.”
Her jaw dropped open. “Six? We all assumed you had no family. I’ve never heard you talk about any of them.” Rachel would have called those words back if she could.
They underscored how little she knew about the man. How little she’d tried to get to know him.
Riley shrugged. “Navy gave me the chance to be my own man. I wasn’t Mike and Nick’s kid brother or the little boy who had to be watched by his older sisters. Besides, once one story comes out, others follow. Soon I’ll be popping out the baby pictures of my nieces and nephews,” he told her with a mock shudder.
Rachel laughed, as she knew he meant her to. Yeah, proud uncle didn’t really fit with Riley’s image. Or rather the image he worked to portray. She needed to tread carefully here or she’d find herself growing more curious about the man, and therein lay danger. “I always wanted to grow up in a big family. Seemed like so much fun.”
“Well, it’s not all it’s cracked up to be. My mom only had time to put my name and birthday in my baby book. I don’t even think there’s my weight and length.”
Rachel frowned. “That sounds kind of sad.”
He tugged her flush against his body. “Hmm, you can show me all the sympathy you want in the shower. I have big plans for you in there.”
4
RILEY INDEED HAD AMAZING plans for her in the shower the next morning. Rachel had never felt so clean … or so dirty. They were both good.
After turning off the water, Riley grabbed a towel from the warming rack and handed it to her. Really …
who had a warming rack in San Diego? Rachel blotted the water from her face. She and her sister should definitely consider warming towel racks as an investment in The Sutherland. The sensation was pure decadence.
“I can’t get over how nice and big your bathroom is,” she told him as she dried off with the thick warm towel. “I don’t imagine you often see something quite this roomy in condos.”
Since moving back home, it seemed her eye was trained now to be on the lookout for possible renovation ideas. She admired everything from the double sink marble countertops to the travertine floor. Nothing had been spared on this bathroom.
“The previous owner before me did the remodel,” he told her as he reached for a towel for himself. “Tore down a wall, and took out some of the square footage of the guest bedroom to add that jetted tub and this two-
person shower.”
A two-person shower she enjoyed the hell out of with Riley. The body spray faucets soothed her skin with cool streams of water. Heated from his kisses. His hands. His tongue. Combine that with Riley rubbing and sloshing soap all over her body … she could handle plenty of those showers.
She gave a little wistful sigh as she spotted his whirlpool bath. “Yeah, I wouldn’t mind the loss of a little walking room if I had a tub like that,” she told him, wrapping the towel around her sarong style.
“Well, you’re welcome to come and use mine anytime from now on,” he told her with a wink. He stepped onto the bath mat, then made a beeline for the counter.
From now on … That was the second time Riley had casually mentioned a future beyond this weekend. Luckily she knew he didn’t mean it, only as a figure of speech. Otherwise that little throwaway comment of his would be enough to make her heart go pitter-patter.
“Mind if I shave?” Riley asked, rubbing the steam off the mirror over the sink with his forearm.
Huh, why would she mind? She planned to have that newly smoothed cheek of his in places that would prefer a smooth cheek. “Mind if I watch?”
His hand stopped midair. “Okay, never thought of shaving as erotic, but when you said that just now, it made me hard.”
“I’m beginning to think most anything makes you hard,” she told him, meeting his gaze in the mirror.
“Only with you,” he said with a wink. Then he tugged on the bottom of the mirror revealing a medicine cabinet filled with all the routine items Riley used. Routine yes, but being in here, showering together, watching him get ready for no other reason than the pleasure of watching this man … felt very personal.
Even more so than making love.
Which was absurd.
Riley began layering lather on his face. The smell of menthol and mint mixed with sandalwood filled the steamy room. Rachel breathed in deep, knowing that no matter what else ever happened to her, she’d always associate that sexy scent with Riley.
He ran some water in the sink, and she balanced herself on the edge of the tub, ready to enjoy the show.
Riley had tucked the towel around his hips. He’d missed a few droplets of water, which still lingered on the smooth skin of his back. His sculpted shoulders were a work of art, his spine lined with lean muscles. She’d never been with a man so fit. His every muscle honed and fine-tuned, ready for action. For a moment she daydreamed about stalking over to him and removing those water droplets with her tongue.
Instead she decided to make inane conversation. “I’ve always thought I’d knock down the wall between my bedroom and bathroom. A bigger closet would be a dream come true. The Sutherland was designed long before there was a real appreciation for an en suite bathroom.” Utilitarian was the overall theme for the structure.
“So … do it,” Riley said, rinsing his razor in the sink, then taking another swipe along his jawline.
And that right there probably summed up Riley Wilkes’s entire philosophy about life. Where she liked to wait, see how things went, figure out her next move three steps ahead, Riley charged right in, ready to tackle all and everything.
“How long have you been thinking about it?” he asked, his eyes meeting hers in the mirror.
Since she was fifteen. “Uh … a little while. Not long.”
Riley shrugged. “Find out if the wall is load bearing, look at your designs for any wires or plumbing and cut the power. After that is the fun part.”
“Picking out the paint color?” she asked with a smile.
He shook his head. “Knocking that sucker down.”
Rachel laughed. Of course Riley’s favorite part would be the messy stuff.
“I can help. I did my fair share of demo and dry-
walling.”
“Where were you last year when The Sutherland looked like a mess?” she teased.
A line formed between his brows. “The place looks great.”
The Tea Room of The Sutherland had once been the place to host everything from baby showers to weddings. That was until the management company she and her sister had hired drop-kicked their once-beautiful banquet hall into ruin.
“It does now. I had to wash over two hundred individual pieces of crystal chandelier by hand. And don’t get me started on the wainscoting.”
“I’m not even sure I know what that is,” he told her without a hint of embarrassment at his lack of knowledge.
Strange. In her work experience, a man not familiar with something was a sign of weakness. Maybe it had to do with the way marketing departments worked. You had to be the authority. You had to have confidence to sell an item to people who didn’t need it. A special kind of swagger.
