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Like Cinderella’s shoe was a perfect fit, Riley’s lips and the way he kisses me feels too perfect to be true.
Can lips be made for each other? Can a person’s kissing style match beyond any others?
I felt the connection the moment we kissed on the beach. It seems surreal, like a romantic scene in a movie, where the characters’ chemistry is so on point you’re certain they’re into each other off-screen, too.
Everything seemed easy with Riley. Maybe not from the start by the pool where we were reintroduced, but by dinner time we clicked, like old friends picking up where we left off.
We even parent the kittens in an effortless way, like we’re naturally in sync.
I’ve never had a relationship with a guy, friendship or otherwise, be this easy. What does it mean?
Riley’s hands tangle in my hair and then slip down my back as his tongue teases mine. He cups my backside and slides me onto his lap. I’m straddling him again, like I did at the beach, and I’m soaked.
With Justice, it took awhile for me to get to this point. I never truly believed he wanted me. It’s hard to when he was often criticizing my appearance and how if I did this or that, I’d look better.
Riley never gave me that impression. From early on, he complimented my appearance and stared with an intensity that hinted his attraction, even if I didn’t realize it at the time.
Maybe that’s why I respond to him the way I do.
I’m already panting like a dog who’s been running in the summer heat. I slide my fingers through Riley’s hair at the back of his neck and tug.
He groans and grips my hips, helping me rock against him. He’s so hard and ready.
Justice used to get so high, he couldn’t get hard at times—a lot of times, in fact.
I need to stop comparing the two. You can’t compare a donkey to a stallion.
Riley kisses a path down my neck to my exposed shoulder. He kisses my skin, then gives me a gentle bite.
I squeal from the rush of heat pooling between my legs. Once again, I’m not wearing underwear and my leggings are soaked.
His eyes brighten with my response. He kisses a trail up my neck and bites my earlobe.
Who knew I liked being bit so much?
When Riley’s lips find mine, we kiss, our tongues tangling, and then I bite his bottom lip.
He groans and grips me harder. His hands drift under my shirt to my breasts.
I want his hands on me there so badly.
His warm palms caress my breasts, then his fingers find my nipples through the lace bra and pinch. It’s not that time of the month but it’s getting close and the sensitivity I feel is near overwhelming.
“You like that.” Riley smirks and does it again.
I let out a high-pitched moan that sounds like a whimper, my head dizzying.
In an instant, Riley is lowering me onto the couch. He pauses and stares at the doors that lead to the glowing pool area.
The kitchen lights are on, and it’s easy to see inside and what we’re doing. That’s where my thoughts are.
Riley must be thinking the same, because he stands and tugs me to my feet. “We should go to the bedroom.”
“I agree.”