Just One Night (Sex, Love & Stiletto 3)

Riley very deliberately latched onto the long-dormant lust that was churning through every part of her body and let it overtake the fear.

And for the first time, she kissed him.

His fingers dug into her shoulders, threatening to push her back, but Riley was one step ahead of him, pressing her body against his as her arms went around his neck.

She let her tongue find his, and his fingers tightened again, but this time it was to pull her closer. One of his hands slid to cup the back of her head as the other wound around her waist, pulling her close.

They were mouth to mouth, stomach to stomach, toe to toe. Exactly as they’d always been meant to be.

She lost track of how long they stood there kissing in the quiet dark, his hands sliding up her rib cage to rest just beneath her breasts, his thumbs touching their undersides lightly.

Helplessly, she tilted her hips against his just as his hand slid upward to cover her. Riley moaned. He pulled away from the kiss just enough to watch his hand moving over her, his thumb finding and pressing her nipple through the fabric of her bra and shirt.

And then the shirt was gone, and she stood before him in a black lace bra and skirt.

Sam ran his fingers over the top curve of her breasts before sliding his hands down to cup them, lifting them for his inspection.

He bent his head, brushing his lips reverently against her. “Damn, Riley.”

Then she was on her back on the bed, his fingers quickly finding the zipper of her skirt and sliding it over her hips.

“You weren’t kidding about the lingerie,” he said, his voice husky, his hands circling her waist as he looked her over.

Smiling through her nerves, she pushed herself into a sitting position and her hands went for the hem of his shirt as her fingers slid under and touched him, just slightly.

She hesitated then, not sure what to do next, but Sam took charge, quickly pulling the sweater up and over his head, taking his undershirt with it, in that easy way men had, not worrying about messing up their hair or makeup.

Sam Compton didn’t need any lingerie to look fantastic without a shirt.

She’d seen him in his swim trunks before, so she’d known what she was getting: perfection. But being able to touch was another thing entirely, and the feel of his warm skin was better than she’d ever imagined, and she’d done a lot of imagining.

Sam gently eased her all the way back against the pillows before stretching out beside her, one hand sliding up the inside of her thigh, stopping just before his fingers brushed the tiny scrap of black lace.

Riley squirmed, but instead of putting his fingers where she ached to be touched, he slid his hand to the outside of her hip, his fingers pressing her into the bed as his lips found her neck.

His mouth made love to her neck, her shoulder, her collarbone.

When he finally moved to her breasts, she wondered if she was being too passive, but from the way his breath was coming hot and fast against her skin, she didn’t think he minded.

His hands slid around behind her to the clasp of her bra, and she arched her back to give him access, panicking only slightly when she lay topless beneath him.

Sam brushed a finger against the tip of one breast, then the other, and they both watched as her nipples puckered for him.

His warm mouth wrapped around her, and she gasped. They’d been moving at a slow, unhurried pace, but it was more frantic now, her nails scratching at him as he let his teeth touch her softly.

Riley’s hands slid down, not quite bold enough to go for the button of his jeans just yet, but exploring the bulge of his erection through the thick denim, relishing the way he groaned against her chest when she pressed softly.

“Is this okay?” she asked softly.

“What do you think?” he asked, with a teasing nip against her belly.

I have no idea.

But instinct took over, and her fingers undid the button with only the slightest bit of faltering.

Riley’s hand dipped into his jeans, under his briefs, her palm finding the hot, hard length of him at the exact second his fingers dipped beneath her panties and found the warm center of her.

Their twin moans made the perfect sexual moment.