Hot Item (Hot Zone 3)

Sophie’s entire body shook and trembled, on the edge of something so much bigger than she’d anticipated or experienced before, even with Riley. He knew just where to touch her to make her burn, exactly how hard to squeeze in order to push her past reason and sanity.

Unable to wait, she reached down with shaking hands and unbuttoned Riley’s jeans. She hooked her thumbs into the waist and quickly helped him shove them down his legs and past his ankles, until they joined the growing pile on the ground.

She was crazed with wanting, practically panting with desire, yet she was still partially dressed. Riley’s eyes were glazed and dark with need, but he didn’t reach to help her. Instead he clasped his hands behind his head as if he were relaxed and composed, with all the time in the world.

But his penis thrust upward, demanding attention, making a mockery of his so-called composure.

“Undress for me,” he said in a gruff voice.

At the request, a liquid trickle of desire pooled in her panties. A desperate throbbing pulsed low in her belly and she vibrated with unfilled longing. She rose to her knees and slowly, deliberately, wiggled her jeans down her thighs, stopping when they reached her ankles.

Sophie was braver than she’d given herself credit for but she couldn’t muster the courage to strip completely in the great outdoors. She glanced at Riley and saw only understanding in his eyes. He wasn’t going to push her further than she could handle.

His understanding was enough to bring her to tears. The little things—like the way he read her mind, and the way he understood her and accepted her anyway—chipped at the walls around her heart. But all his sweetness and decency couldn’t change the differences between them that would drive them apart in the end.

Sophie feared loss more than she feared anything else, but she couldn’t lose what wasn’t hers. Her wish upon a star had been for someone to love her and cherish her forever. That might be in the cards one day, but not with Riley. Not with a man who’d tried and failed at marriage, and who’d decided he wasn’t someone to be closed in by rules. But that didn’t mean she couldn’t have him now.

And once again, being with Riley made her want to push beyond her security level, beyond her normal comfort zone. For Riley, she wanted to be braver than she’d ever been before. And she couldn’t wait a minute more.

She rose over him, his thick head poised between her legs. Then his erection disappeared as she slid down, fusing their bodies and filling the emptiness inside herself with everything that was Riley. She enclosed him completely, feeling him all the way through to her soul.

“Sophie.” He called out her name on a rough gasp, his pleasure evident in his tone.

Sophie shut her eyes and let herself feel. She rose upward, squeezing her inner muscles around him, and released as she slid back down. The friction between them was sweet and intense, taking her by surprise. Her throat filled with emotion with every slick glide up and down, with each thrust of her mound against him.

His breath quickened without warning and she realized he was near his peak. She wasn’t far behind and when he grabbed onto her hips and pumped his body up into hers, slick, hot and harder each time, he took her closer still. He found the rhythm she needed, and she soared up and over, wave after wave of the most intense climax washing over her, pummeling her relentlessly, until finally, she peaked and saw stars brighter than those she’d wished upon all these years.

Just when she thought she was sated, he thrust upward once more and she squeezed him tight,

causing one last wave of ultimate sensation to sweep through her body.

She thought she’d heard herself scream but was too embarrassed to ask. All she knew for sure was that, once again, Riley had engaged not just her body but her heart and soul.

Heaven help her when he walked away after this.

SOPHIE AWOKE, her body aching in sinfully delicious ways. When Riley had said good-night outside her bedroom door, the kiss had been achingly slow and beautiful. She’d felt so cherished and loved, even without the actual words having been said. Thank God. Because her fears were knocking loudly and she was having one hell of a time ignoring them.

She showered and dressed for breakfast, choosing a casual peasant skirt, T-shirt and loosely draped belt before heading downstairs. She didn’t know who she’d find in the dining room where staff set the long table each morning. She was hoping to run into Riley’s mother, Anne, whom she’d truly enjoyed spending time with. She prayed she’d miss Lizzie, who, as was the tendency of teenagers, may have slept in.

Instead she discovered Senator Nash sitting at the head of the table, drinking coffee and reading the morning newspaper. Food had been set up buffet style on the credenza, and Sophie chose to indulge for a change, picking scrambled eggs and hash browns along with a large glass of orange juice before joining Riley’s father at the table.

She eased into a seat beside him and set her plate in front of her.

“Good morning,” he said, folding the paper and placing it aside.

Sophie smiled. “Good morning to you, too.”

“Looks like we’re the early birds.”

She nodded. “Force of habit, I guess.”

“I never set an alarm clock. I’m up at five forty-two every morning.”

Seeing a kindred spirit, she couldn’t help but laugh. “It’s six forty-six for me.”

In the comfortable silence that followed, she ate her breakfast while he rose and served himself. Seconds, he informed her, hoping his wife didn’t catch him overindulging.

He appeared warm and friendly and Sophie couldn’t help but be drawn to the man, since she could relate to him on many levels, including his need to control the world around him, she thought wryly.