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.