Page 82 of Shattered Hearts
Her deep kisses drag me under. Lust chokes me until I can’t breathe. We’re both casualties today.
My wandering hands caress her. The urgency in my fingertips won’t die. Underneath the insane and otherworldly comfort I feel in her presence, an edge remains. Touching Riley is the sweetest crime. I can’t stop doing it because the high tastes too good…
When it comes to women, I’m not always the smartest guy in the room. I know that. But I’m not a big enough moron that I can’t discern something’shappeningbetween Riley and me. And not just a sex marathon for the history books. I’m talking about something that started the moment she came down the aisle in her sister’s place.
Riley knows it, and so do I.
I don’t want to name anything or speculate about what it is or isn’t. It’s not something I can even bring up to her. Not so long as I’m engaged to Harper.
I pull Riley onto her side, so that she’s spooned inside my body with her back to my chest. As I kiss the back of her neck, the scent of her skin tantalizes me. She shudders against my fingertips when I trace the line of her back.
“Tell me when it feels good,” I whisper in her ear.
She chuckles a little. “I’d be talking nonstop,” she mumbles.
Riley arches her top half, causing her ass to rub up against my medium-hard cock. A volt of electricity zips down my spine.
Rubbing my hand down the outside of her thigh, I drop a kiss on her shoulder.
“Finn?”
“Speak, angel.” I leave another kiss on her neck.
“What are we doing?” The softness in her voice jabs me in the heart.
“Coming back to life.” I answer without thought, tugging her closer to my chest. But I mean it. And the fact that I do comes with implications I don’t know how to face. All I know is that I want her. More than I have ever wanted another human being on earth. And just for today…this one magical day…she’s mine.
This is the best lucid dream in existence. And I intend to enjoy it to the fullest.
No one knows the brutality of life better than I do. It’s over in a second. Cherishing the small crumbs of bliss found along the way is the best someone like me can hope for.
Later, I have Riley with her face down and her ass up all over again.
“Finn.”
The way Riley whines my name into the sheets over and over leaves me breathless. I hold her down with both hands and jam my cock into her. The way her body spasms around my dick is my new favorite thing. I can’t get enough.
Dimness comes over my suite as the sun sinks out of view.
I barely perceive time flowing past us. We tumble back into missionary, Riley’s tongue in my mouth. Holding her legs open, with my hands cuffed on the underside of her thighs, I continue to plunge my cock inside her.
“Who’s my sweet angel?” I snarl against her skin.
Riley’s nails digging into my back only gets me harder.
I pin her knees to the bed, her calves and feet bouncing, as I do her deep.
“Oh, fuck!” Riley shouts, squeezing her eyes shut.
Her facial expressions entrance me. Whether her half-open eyes gaze up into mine or roll back beyond her fluttering eyelashes, it’s all interesting to me. Right now, her pursed lips draw my eyes. Her breaths and gasps slip between them, while carnal joys rule over us like the sun and moon.
Grunting into her neck, I screw my cock inside her hot, writhing body. This is the moment I know, from the top of my head to the bottom of my feet, that Riley Brennan can have me any way she wants. I’ll do anything she asks of me.
How has she put me so completely under her spell?
I’m hers. I can’t tear myself away from this. She’s snared me, like an animal in a trap. The overpowering sensation angers me.Knowing she has me so completely…it stings with the same ache of defeat.
Makes me fuck her harder.