Riley’s mouth fell open. “You didn’t have to do this.”
I shrugged, acting nonchalant, but I was extremely satisfied over her pleasure and surprise. When I aimed to please, I went all the way. I rarely left a woman wanting more. Unless I was the one who happened to be bored and done.
“I want to ask how many places you own in this city.”
“I can tell you.”
She bit her bottom lip. “I’m not sure I want to know.”
“Are you looking to leave baked goods behind and get into realty?”
She laughed. “Not in a million years.”
“Good. I have more than enough competition as it is.”
“This is nice,” she whispered. “Thank you.”
“You’re the one who’s made the night worth it. Without you here, I’d be dancing around on my own. I’d look like a crazy person.”
She bobbed her brows. “That would be unfortunate.”
We never got our drinks. Instead, we danced and bantered until Riley complained of aching feet. Without asking her, I called my car and suggested it was time to go. She gratefully eased herself into the limo, sighed, and dropped her head back. “I had a great time. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome,” I answered, taking a seat next to her. The limo started. I’d already given my driver instructions to head straight back to my penthouse.
I shuffled closer to Riley, but before I could make a move, she sat up straight and pressed her mouth against mine. It was as if my comments on the rooftop about taking responsibility for her preferences transformed her. Shy Riley vanished, and wild Riley appeared in her wake. Not that I was complaining.
Riley’s lips moved with a steady rhythm, and I took full advantage of the situation. Wrapping my hand around the back of her neck, I pulled her closer to me. A sweet taste reminiscent of cotton candy covered my taste buds.
I briefly stopped the kiss but didn’t move back. “That took me by surprise,” I whispered against her lips.
She grinned. “You told me I need to be more assertive. Well, here I am, making decisions.”
“I have to say, I think I like it very much.”
We kissed all the way to the penthouse. When we pulled up to the front of my building, Riley leaned around me to look out the window. “Your place...?”
“I can take you home.” I held my breath and waited for the answer.
She locked her eyes on mine. “No. I want to be here. That is, if—”
I brought her words to a halt with another kiss. We held hands the whole way out of the car and through the lobby. The second the elevator doors closed, I spun her around and pushed her back against the wall. A little gasp escaped her mouth right before my lips crashed into hers. I ran my hands over her shoulders and down her back as we tongued. She was piping hot against my body, each inch of her exposed skin feeling like a bit of sunshine. I grasped her ass through her dress and lifted her up.
With her back against the wall, she dug her hands into my shoulders and wrapped her legs around my waist. I shoved my tongue further into her mouth, exploring every inch of her sweetness.
Behind me, the elevator opened with a ding. I set Riley on her feet and pulled her through the doorway. There were several apartments on the top floor, but the hallway to the right, which also happened to be the best space in the whole building, belonged exclusively to me. I squeezed Riley’s hand as I guided her to my front door. Heat pounded in my ears, making me dizzy and nearly delirious — all physical feelings I’d never experienced before with a woman. I could hardly remember the code to disarm the security system, but somehow, I got the digits right.
With the door finally opened, I looped my arm around Riley’s waist and took her into the foyer. Most of the penthouse was dark, but a small amount of light spilled in from the living room. Riley looked around in interest.
My arm still around her, I buried my face in her neck. “Care for a tour?” I murmured against her skin.
She shivered beneath my touch. “Maybe later.”
I nipped her earlobe, running my tongue over the soft shell. “That’s what I was hoping to hear.”
Grasping her hand once more, I took her through the living room and down the short hallway. The master bedroom waited for us, city lights sparkling beyond the windows that covered an entire wall. I took Riley’s purse from her hand, set it on a chair, and gently eased her down onto the edge of the bed.
Sinking to my knees, I slowly removed first one heel and then the other. Barely more than the outline of Riley’s face was visible, but I thought I could see a smile there.
“Anything I can get you?” I asked.
She shook her head. “No,” she whispered. “This is perfect.”
A deep rumbling started in my chest. I was a wild animal, savage and in rut. I was ready to claim the woman in front of me, to devour each inch of her, to make her tremble at my touch. I slowly stood and pressed myself against Riley’s legs. She collapsed and fell backward.
Having her splayed out in front of me, looking so innocent, nearly made me burst. I calmed myself with a shaking breath and pushed down the top of her dress. Her chest heaved as I rolled the fabric down her waist and peeled it from her legs. A long, lithe form—better than I even hoped it would be—waited for my undivided attention.
Climbing onto the bed, I rested my forearms on either side of Riley’s head and kissed her openmouthed. Slowly, I trailed my fingers over her bare shoulders. They skimmed her bra straps, but I made no move to undo any more of her clothes. Instead, I swirled my palms over her bra cups. Her nipples instantly hardened at the touch.
Riley arched her back and pushed herself closer to me, breasts and hips grinding against my body. My dick pulsed and grew harder, begging to be released from the tight fabric of my pants.
Pushing my hands under the small of Riley’s back, I rolled over and brought her with me. We landed in the middle of the bed, her on top of me. A giggle left her, and I responded by sneaking my hands under her panties. My fingers hit her slick wetness, and I smiled. She was more than ready for me. I could slide into her right then, and it would be easier than slicing through butter.
I pressed the pad of my thumb against her hard nub and made her whimper in pleasure. She dropped her face to mine, her hair falling to create a veil around us. We kissed as I stroked her, each movement of my hand causing her hips to thrust against me. A low moan hummed in her throat as I kissed her deeper, eager to take her pleasure and make it my own.