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“If I have it my way,” Riley goes on with a sexy grin, “you’ll orgasm at least two more times before we’re done.”
Two more times? Before we’re done and not just him? “You want more?”
“So much more.” He gives me a sensual kiss and rubs his hardness against me, as turned on as he was before my orgasmic outburst. “Are you okay? How’s the sugar?”
A flutter of tears sting my eyes. I giggle and nod, loving that he remembers and cares enough to ask. No guy ever has. “I’m good. Better than good.” I reach down and cup his hard length, rubbing my hand over it in his jeans. “Your turn.”
His eyes close and he enjoys my ministrations for a moment before he pins me with a heated gaze and takes the hand I’m using on him, securing my wrist near my temples. He does the same with the other. “Who said I was done with you? I’m still having fun, getting to know you and your body better. I like to learn.” He winks. “I’m a perfectionist that way.”
I’m in too much awe to argue. Can this be real?
He sits up between my spread legs and raised knees. His gaze devours my breasts, and he licks his lips.
It’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.
“Keep these here.” He releases my wrists and gently runs his fingers down my chest, over my breasts, my sensitive nipples, and my stomach until he reaches the elastic band of my leggings.
His gaze finds mine, as if he’s asking for permission.
I lift my hips and watch his expression as he slides my leggings down my thighs. The moment he notices I don’t have on underwear, he sucks in a breath. “Damn, Nova. That is sexy as fuck.”
I like how I surprise him. It could be a West Coast thing or just a guys-I’ve-dated thing, but none of them ever seemed surprised by me.
I hope he likes it bald down there. I got hair laser removal a few years ago. Most of the girls I know do at an early age, so we don’t have to shave. It makes going to the beach easier too. Bikini-ready at all times. The only hair on my body is on my head.
Riley tosses my shorts on the floor and takes me in as I lie naked on the bed. A blush heats my skin, like it always does when I bare myself to a guy for the first time.
“Take off your shirt,” I say, to distract myself from his penetrating gaze.
“You do it.” Riley smirks, watching my every move.
I sit up and pause, worried what he’ll think when he sees I have a slight belly. No washboard abs for this girl.
“What’s wrong?” Concern fills Riley’s navy eyes.
“I’m not the typical California beauty. I have curves.”
He nods, his eyes gleaming with desire. “And I love every single one of them. A woman should be soft and curvy.” He brushes the backs of his fingers down my arm. “Your body is perfect. Heaven.”
My confidence soars. I shouldn’t need a guy to tell me I’m beautiful. I’m supposed to see it for myself. But after the whole Justice debacle, I haven’t felt sexy.
“Are you going to leave me fully clothed, or would you rather be the only one naked? I’m not complaining. In fact, I think you should walk around naked all the time with me.”
I giggle and scoot close enough to kiss him. His arms snake around my body and pull me close, his tongue delving into my mouth as if worshipping my taste.
As much as I love how he’s crushing me to him, I want his shirt off so I can feel his skin against mine. I lean away, grip the hem of his shirt, and pull it over his head.
Tan abs, wide shoulders, and a V-shaped waist greet me.
Damn.
I unbutton his jeans. “If I’m naked, you have to be naked, too.”
“I can live with that.” He rises to his knees so I can slide down his jeans. To my surprise, he’s not wearing underwear either.
“Aren’t we a pair?” He smirks and removes his jeans all the way, throwing them off the bed.
Riley has a beautiful body. Even his penis is gorgeous—thick, smooth, and the perfect length and shape.