Chapter 24

"Will you take off your shirt so I can touch you, too?" She heard the faint tremble in her voice.
He didn't answer her, just yanked his shirt over his head and let his gaze bore into hers like a laser. Tempted at the sight of his very masculine, very well-muscled chest and the fine sprinkling of hair that dusted it, she gave herself a treat. Bracing her hands at his waist, she leaned forward to flick her tongue over each of his bronze male nipples. A slight shudder raced through him, so she did it again. At the top of her pussy, his cock lay thickly against her, and she felt it swell and flex at the touch of her tongue to his chest.
"Jesus, Lia." His voice sounded tight, and his hands gripped her bare shoulders. "Have a heart. I'm right on the edge here as it is."
She gave a giddy little laugh. "Already?"
He slid a hand over to tilt up her chin. "Would you believe, since I laid eyes on you? But I want to take my time here, not rush things, if that's even possible. I don't want to miss worshipping one inch of your body."
He lowered his head to trail kisses along the column of her neck, heat following in their path. Her pulse ratcheted up, and her breathing became choppy. Just the touch of his lips raised her temperature and set her blood pounding.
And they were still partially clothed!
What would happen when they were naked?
Hurry, she wanted to tell him. Hurry, hurry, hurry.
As if he'd heard her thoughts, he moved his hand to the waist of her jeans, popped the button, and slid the zipper down with agonizing slowness. Pressing his mouth to hers again, he slid his tongue inside as he eased his hand down the front of her jeans and into her silky panties. The moment his fingers touched the lips of her pussy, every muscle in her contracted. She had to clutch Riley's shoulders to keep herself upright.
His mouth still fused to hers, he eased one finger between her hungry labia until he found her clit. Electricity shot through her, waking up any nerves that might still be sleeping. She shook with the force of the desire coursing through her, silently urging him for more with the press of her hips.
He ate at her mouth, devouring it, sliding his finger up and down in the wet flesh surrounding her clit, a dual assault on her senses. As aroused as she was, it took no time at all before a climax roared up from deep inside her, grabbing her body and shaking it. She clung onto him for dear life as her liquid poured onto his fingers, drenching him. If she responded this quickly to him with little or no foreplay, she couldn't even imagine the intensity or strength of her response when he finally had his cock inside her.
Her legs finally stopped shaking, and Riley lifted his head, the smile curving his lips one of pure male satisfaction.
"I knew you'd be responsive the second I laid eyes on you." He nipped her lower lip. "I can't wait to get all your clothes off and have you naked."
"M-me, too," she stammered. "I mean, I want to see you naked, too."
"You first," he told her, and pushed her jeans down past her hips.
Lifting her, he placed her on the bed, removing her shoes before easing her jeans off the rest of the way. Lia expected him to do the same with her bikini panties, but instead of using his hands, he lowered his head and took the lace edging the top in his teeth and tugged at it. He slipped his hands beneath her hips, cupping the curve of her ass, and raised her so he could tug the fabric down inch by gradual inch.
He let go of the material a moment to blow a soft breath over the curls covering her mound then continued on his journey. Reaching her clit, he halted again and paused long enough to swirl his tongue around the hot, sensitive bud. The walls of her pussy quivered at his touch, and her own breath caught in her throat. Then he was back on the sensual journey until he finally dragged the tiny panties down to her ankles and off.
She watched him through half-closed eyes as he spread her legs wide, knees bent, feet planted at the edge of the bed, and stared with a hot, hungry look at her exposed sex. It was all Lia could do to lie still beneath his gaze, the look he gave her practically a palpable thing.
"Exquisite," he breathed at last. "Goddamn beautiful."
Without warning, he knelt on the floor, spread the lips of her pussy wide, and drew a line the length of her slit from top to bottom with his tongue. The heat of him scorched her, sending down a fresh spate of cream that he eagerly lapped up.
"God." The word broke from her lips before she could swallow it.
Riley looked up at her, a sultry look on his face. "No, just Riley." He gave her a hot grin. "But I have been called a god before."
"Then put your godly tongue to work, please," she begged.
His laugh was low and raw, tempting her even more. "It will be my pleasure."
No, she was sure it was all hers, as he went to work, as good as his word. Tamping down his immediate desire to hurry, he took his time lapping the soft flesh of her inner lips, drawing the tip over them with a soft, teasing touch. He swirled that same educated tongue around and around her now throbbing clit, sucked it into his mouth, and drew on it hard before moving to the line of her slit. When he dragged it from top to bottom, she nearly levitated off the bed, fisting her hands in the covers to anchor herself. Over and over, he licked the tender flesh, now sucking, now licking, now taking little nips here and there. Each touch, each stroke, raised the heat level in her body and sent her blood rushing through her veins.
When he finally thrust his tongue deep into her channel, she clenched her muscles around it, trying to hold it tightly in place. Again he gave that low, sexy laugh, the vibration of it rumbling through her, and dragged it slowly back to her opening. Again he stabbed it inside, again with that unhurried, sensuous glide, this time curling the tip to drag it against her very sensitive sweet spot. Lia dug her heels into the mattress and lifted herself to him, silently urging him to do more, more, more.