Going for It (3 page)

Riley shoved his hands under her ass and cupped it, lifting her off the mattress as he slammed his cock inside her. He fucked her hard. Fast. Rough. It could’ve been hours or minutes. She had no clue. And she didn’t care. While the last waves of orgasm washed over her hot, quivering body, she stared at the man on top of her, watching his eyes narrow with pleasure, smolder with heat. His face was taut, his chest muscles bunched and flexed as he pumped into her.

With a groan, he quickened the pace. Erratic, jerky thrusts. Then he muttered, “I’m going to come,” and lost control while she dug her fingers into his ass.

Afterwards, he rolled onto his back, and they lay quiet as each of them recovered from the erotic tornado that had swept through the room.

Sam’s gaze roamed the hard muscles and planes of Riley’s body. She got hot again just looking at him. With a tiny smile, she slid her hand over and started stroking his half-erect cock.

Riley moaned. “You’re an animal,” he grumbled.

“Like I said, I’ve waited two years for this.”

A mock sigh rolled out of his throat as he slid his hand between her legs. She whimpered, and he responded with a half-smile. “Can’t keep the lady waiting,” he murmured.

Chapter Three

Riley woke up the next morning to find Sam’s warm, naked body next to his. One long leg was draped over his thigh and the feel of her silky skin brought on a serious boner. He was tempted to wake her with a wicked kiss between her legs, but he restrained himself. He couldn’t have sex with her again, not until he told her the truth about the Diamond.

A throb of pain instantly shot through his temples. Damn it. He didn’t want to do this. Not after last night.

He’d been with plenty of women, but none of them compared to Sam Taylor. Sam and her sexy little body, her eager tongue, the breathy sounds she made when she came. He didn’t think he could ever get enough of her, and one look at his crotch confirmed it. His cock was even harder, stiffer than it was a moment ago when he opened his eyes and saw her lying naked beside him.

He was pretty sure that once he told her what he’d done, he’d never see her naked again.

He stifled a groan, tempted to slide out of bed and skulk out of the empty apartment. No note, no goodbyes, just duck out before she awoke and avoid the confrontation. She’d probably expect it of him anyway. She probably thought ditching a woman after sex was right up his alley. And that’s precisely why he couldn’t bring himself to leave.

He didn’t want Sam thinking he was an asshole.

Even though he did feel like a pretty big one right now.

“Mmmm.”

Her soft murmur brought a smile to his lips. He gently threaded his fingers through her tousled blonde hair. “Good morning,” he said with a smile.

With a tiny yawn, she propped herself up on one elbow and planted a kiss on his cheek. “Mornin’,” she answered sleepily.

Apparently grown men were capable of melting, because that’s precisely what happened. His gaze swept over her gorgeous face, then lowered to the bare breast pressing against his shoulder. Seeing her lying there, warm and sleepy and so obviously sated, caused his chest to squeeze.

“I’ll make us some coffee,” he said, feeling awkward. Disentangling himself from her embrace, he edged off the mattress and got to his feet.

“No coffeemaker.” She sat up, and her breasts taunted him, her rosy nipples erect and far too tantalizing. “All my stuff is in storage,” she admitted as she ran her fingers through her tangled hair. “I didn’t see a point in bringing it over here since I’m leaving town in a couple days.”

Guilt burned his throat like a shot of tequila. Fuck. He knew he was to blame for her current predicament and he suddenly wished he hadn’t been so dead-set on buying the bar. And coercing his buddy at the bank into denying Sam another extension had been a pretty low blow.

But her leaving town…this was news to him. News that caused his gut to twist into a pretzel of fierce guilt.

“You’re leaving town?” he managed, finally finding his voice.

Her expression grew somber. “Yeah. I can’t afford to stay here anymore.”

“Where will you go?”

“My sister in New York is willing to put me up for a while. I would’ve asked Jane or Callie, but they’re both newlyweds and I didn’t want to inconvenience them.” She shrugged, then hopped off the mattress and headed toward the suitcase sitting near the door.

His guilt deepened when he glanced around and finally took a good look at the room they’d stumbled into last night. It was empty, save for the mattress and the suitcase. No furniture, no decoration, nothing.

Sam grabbed some clothing out of the bag and started to dress. As much as he would have loved to see her naked just a bit longer, he had to turn away. He was pretty sure his shame was written all over his face, and how could it not be? Sam had lost her bar, her apartment, and now she was going to New York to sleep on her sister’s couch for God knows how long. He knew she’d been having money troubles for a while now, but damn it, why hadn’t he tried to help her instead of thinking only about what
he
wanted? He could’ve given her a loan, though knowing Sam, she probably wouldn’t have accepted it. At the very least, he should’ve talked to her before buying the Diamond.

And now it was too late to make things right. She was leaving town. And damn it, but the thought of not seeing Sam again tore at his insides.

“Don’t start feeling sorry for me,” came her teasing voice.

Her arms encircled his bare back. She pressed a kiss between his shoulder blades and added, “It’s my fault I’m broke. I obviously didn’t manage the Diamond too well. Can’t blame that asshole for wanting to take it off my hands.”

Riley swallowed, wondering if she’d be this cavalier if she knew he was the asshole she was referring to.

“Besides, the bank wouldn’t extend my loan. I had no choice but to sell.” She kissed his back again, then playfully slapped his ass and sidled past him. “Let’s go to the diner across the street. They make a mean cup of coffee there.”

He swallowed again, trying to gulp down that self-loathing acid sticking to his throat. He needed to tell her. Now.

“Sam,” he started.

She paused in the doorway and shot him a devilish grin. “You know what? Let’s skip the coffee and have sex first.”

His cock swelled.

No sex. Tell her the truth.

“Actually, a shower sounds pretty good too,” she added, looking completely oblivious to the battle going on between his mind and body.

“Sam, I want to talk to you about something—”

But she was already reaching for the hem of the T-shirt she’d just slipped on. A moment later, her breasts were exposed again, and this time he couldn’t seem to keep his hands to himself. He moved toward her, cupping her breasts at the same time she reached for the waistband of his boxers.

“We can talk later,” she murmured. She leaned up on her tiptoes, brushed her lips over his, and gave his ass a good squeeze.

He took one last stab at coming clean. “Sam, I need to tell you—”

“Later,” she repeated.

And then she shoved her tongue in his mouth and he promptly shut up.

Steam filled the tiled shower stall, making for a hot and sensual atmosphere for round two. Or was it round three? Four? Five? Sam had lost count of the number of times and the variety of sexual activities she and Riley had engaged in last night. She didn’t need a tally, though. The naughty memories were enough to last a lifetime.

Sweeping her gaze up and down Riley’s spectacular naked body, she fought the heat simmering in her belly and clenched her thighs together before she jumped the man. Droplets of water danced down his rippled abs and drizzled onto the erection jutting from his groin.

She licked her lips, suddenly feeling wanton and more than a little aroused.

His blue eyes flickered with amusement when he followed her gaze. “Look what you did. And before I’ve had my morning coffee, no less.”

She laughed, the sound coming out higher and more melodic thanks to the acoustics in the shower. She inched closer and slowly grasped his cock with one hand. Stroking it gently, she leaned up on her bare feet and kissed him square on the mouth.

He returned the kiss instantly, pushing his tongue between her lips and swirling it inside her mouth. The warm water slid over her back and teased her flushed skin. They stood there for a moment, tongues tangling, hands exploring, until she couldn’t stand the pressure between her legs any longer.

She promptly dropped to her knees, needing to taste him before he drove inside her and sent her toppling over that orgasmic cliff. Breathing in a cloud of steam, she circled his pulsating tip with her tongue.

Riley let out a groan then shifted over so he was leaning against the tiled wall.

She took his erection in her mouth, lightly scraping her teeth over his length. He groaned again, muttering, “You’re way too good at this.”

He shoved one hand into her hair and guided her along his dick, thrusting in and out of her mouth as his heavy, irregular breathing filled the shower stall. Using one hand to stroke his balls, she pumped his shaft with the other and sucked hard on his tip. She wanted to devour this man. She wanted to drive him as wild as he drove her, make him as crazy as he’d made her last night when he’d brought her over the edge time and time again. But Riley wouldn’t have it. With a strangled breath, he pulled out of her eager mouth and tugged her to her feet.

She moaned in protest, but suddenly he was kissing her again, and the feel of his hands rubbing and fondling every inch of her slippery body was too damn good to ignore.

“You’re built like a Playboy centerfold,” he murmured as he tweaked one of her nipples. “You should’ve gone into modeling.”

“I don’t like having my picture taken.”

“What if I was the one taking the pictures?”

“That I might consent to.” She fought a mischievous grin. “Do baseball players even know how to work a camera?”

“Very funny.”

“And would you even want to photograph me? Wouldn’t you rather chase me around the bases or something?”

“You’re a fucking comedian,” he said, but he was smiling.

He gripped her wet ass, repositioned her so that she faced the tiled wall, and played with her pussy from behind.

She pressed her palms on the wall and closed her eyes, whimpering when he inserted two fingers inside her. A rush of pleasure seared her nerve endings, making her wiggle against his erotic touch. He teased her for a few minutes, stroking her labia, circling her clit with his thumb, pushing his fingers in and out of her. And just when she got close, just when the orgasm danced up her spine and threatened to break the surface, he pulled his hand away and replaced his fingers with the tip of his cock.

He pushed into her, inch by torturous inch. Nibbling on her earlobe, he moved one hand to her breasts, fondling each perky mound, pinching each hardened nipple, all the while maintaining a leisurely pace. And then his entire length was finally inside her and a thrill jolted up her spine. She couldn’t remember ever feeling so damn
complete.

Her inner muscles clamped over his cock, not wanting to let him go, but he didn’t seem to mind. “God, Sam, you’re so tight,” he murmured into her neck.

He started to move, slowly at first, then faster, and faster, driving into her in a hard, erratic pace that had her gasping for air. She felt herself getting close…so close…she squeezed her eyes shut, moaned…and then he pulled out.

A groan of disappointment rolled out of her throat.

Laughing, Riley turned her around and cupped her butt. “Wrap your legs around me,” he ordered softly.

She obeyed, locking her ankles against his firm ass while she twined her arms around his neck. “You’re doing this on purpose, aren’t you?” she grumbled. “Switching the pace every five seconds so I can’t come.”

“Are you seriously complaining?” He pumped into her a couple of times, grinning.

She sighed as a wave of pleasure swelled in her womb. “I guess not,” she relented.

“Good,” he said, then captured her mouth and kissed her so deeply she lost all capability of speech.

Curling his fingers against her waist, he plunged in and out as the lukewarm water slid down their bodies, tickling her breasts in the most delicious way. God, she loved the feel of this man inside her. His strong hands caressing her wet skin. His warm lips rubbing against hers. It was too much, and yet not enough.

She wrapped her arms tighter around him, burying her head in the crook of his neck as he thrust into her hot channel, each long, hard stroke intensifying the pleasure building inside her. Finally, it became unbearable, her muscles so tight she couldn’t take it, her pussy aching with the need for release.

She let herself go, and the orgasm rocked her body like a tidal wave crashing into shore. She cried out, her vision nothing more than a red haze and shards of white-hot light. She surrendered to every drop of pleasure consuming her body, moaning when he clasped her hips and quickened his thrusts.

 “Oh God,” he choked out, his hot breath fanning against her neck, the words lost in the steam enveloping them like a warm blanket.

She felt his cock throb inside her, and her moan became a growl of frustration when he pulled out, muttered “no condom,” and jerked himself to release. His semen slid down her belly as he groaned and bit her neck.

Perfection.

It was the only word she could come up with to describe what had just happened between them, the only word that did justice to the way she felt when she was with him. They’d been friends for two years, but being with him, really
being
with him, was a million times better than exchanging some jokes and talking over beers. Now that she knew what she’d been missing, she didn’t think she could ever go back to the way things were.

You’re leaving town,
a little voice reminded her.

Biting her lower lip, she moved back under the spray, letting the water soak her hair and face. Damn it. She’d been so distracted by Riley’s raw sex appeal, she’d forgotten about her plans. The day after tomorrow she’d be on a train to New York, where she planned on forgetting all the years of her life she’d put into the Diamond, where she planned on starting over.

But could she really forget about
this
? About
him
?

“You okay?” His husky voice broke through the sound of streaming water.

She shivered when he wrapped his arms around her and nuzzled her neck.

Was she okay? Not by a long shot. But she couldn’t voice what was on her mind just yet, not when she wasn’t exactly sure what her thoughts actually meant. Was she reconsidering the move? Would Riley even want her to stay? She didn’t want to think about any of that now, didn’t want answers to questions she wasn’t ready to ask herself, or him.

So instead she lied and said, “I’m great.”