Page 51 of The One Night Match

I dip my head to trail kisses down her throat, nipping and sucking all the way down, desperate to mark her the way I did that first night.

The second I make contact with her heat, we let out a mutual groan. She’s dripping for me, and it takes every bit of strength I have not to bury myself inside her right this second.

But we’ve done quick and desperate. Tonight, we’re doing slow and savoring. I’m going to show her everything she can have if she just says yes.

I rub gentle circles into her clit, reveling in the way her hands clutch my shoulders to steady herself. God, she’s so fucking beautiful when she’s like this, when she allows her body to take the front seat, when she stops fighting everything we both know she needs.

“Cruz,” she moans, her hips moving in time with my fingers.

“I’ve got you, Kitten. You take everything you need. You know I’ll give it to you.” I bite into the same place I did the night in my office, and she screams out, tightening her grip on me.

I dip my head lower, nipping at the swell of her breasts before devouring the pretty pink peaks that have done nothing but tempt me for the last week.

One of the tells Riley can’t hide is how turned on she gets around me, because every single time I do anything even remotely nice for her, her nipples harden.

It’s my new favorite version of a lie detector.

Her arms wrap around my shoulders, clutching me against her chest as I devour her soft flesh like I can’t get enough. And at this point, I don’t think I ever will.

I could spend the rest of my life worshipping Riley, and it would never be enough.

“Cruz, fuck. I’m close. I’m so close,” she pants, her hips stuttering as I double down on the pressure against her clit.

Her body tightens, right at the edge of the cliff with blinding pleasure just a breath away, but right as she’s about to tumble, I pull away, leaving her breathless and desperate.

“What the fuck?” she snaps, her eyes locked on me as I lick her from my fingers.

“The only place you’re coming is on my cock, Kitten. I suggest you get used to the idea.”

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me.” I slip my fingers into the waistband of her panties and tug, tearing the delicate fabric from her flushedskin and leaving her completely bare for me while I’m still fully dressed.

“I liked those!”

I slip the ruined fabric into my pocket and shrug. “I have half a mind to ruin every pair you own so your pussy is easier to access.”

“You wouldn’t.”

“Wouldn’t I?” I smirk with a raised brow. “Get on the bed, Kitten. Ass on the edge.”

She looks like she’s about to argue, but she does as she’s told, shuffling until her legs are dangling off the edge awkwardly.

I step forward, wrapping my hands around her ankles and positioning them on the edge of the bed, leaving her completely exposed.

“Cruz,” she murmurs, her eyes filling with worry.

“It’s okay, Kitten. You’re going to give me a little show while I strip.” I take my time unbuttoning my shirt.

“What do you want me to do?”

“Touch yourself, Riley. Show me how you get yourself off.”

Her lips pop open in surprise, but she makes no move to follow the instructions I’ve given her.

“Kitten,” I warn.

She swallows heavily, slowly moving her hand between her spread thighs. She brushes her fingers over the sensitive bundle of nerves.