Just One Night (Sex, Love & Stiletto 3)

t of bed, realizing that her anger was deteriorating into hurt, and not wanting him to see it.

He gently grabbed her arm, pulling her back toward him. “You know I’m not good at this.”

“Good at what?” she asked, determined not to let him retreat to his comfort zone.

He swallowed. “Relationships. Or whatever.”

“Which one are we? The relationship or the whatever?”

His eyes begged her to let him off the hook.

She didn’t.

“I just didn’t want you to think I expected anything,” he said. “We’d always talked about this being just one night, and well, obviously it’s been more than that.”

“Do you want to see other people?” she asked timidly. “Has this whole awkward conversation been your way of suggesting that we not be exclusive?”

He looked away and her heart sank. But then his fingers tightened briefly on her arm and he pulled her closer.

“No one else compares,” he said quietly.

Riley’s heart flipped over in her chest, and she couldn’t help the smile that spread over her face. She leaned over and kissed him softly. “This is great news, because I want to show you the wedding dress I’ve been eying.”

Sam went pale, and Riley burst out laughing. “Kidding.”

He gave a half smile, but he wasn’t ready to let her out of the conversation yet. “Anything you want to tell me? Maybe about this whole exclusivity thing?”

Her eyes skimmed over his familiar features, and she felt her expression go a little soft. “Nobody else compares to you either.”

His arm pulled her even closer. “So you’re really not itching to see what else is out there? See if there are any moves someone else does better than me?”

“Well, now that you mention it … no.”

He grinned and rolled over her. “We should have done this a long time ago.”

“Says the guy who wasted precious years ignoring or picking on me.”

“Self-preservation. I suspected you’d be lethal to my sanity, and I was right.”

Her hands moved up over his biceps and shoulders, and then she locked her fingers behind his neck. “And now?”

“Still lethal to my sanity. But in a much more enjoyable way.”

“So you only like me for my body.”

His hand moved upward, cupping his favorite part of her body. “Maybe.”

“Prove it.”

And he did. Very well.

Only afterward did Riley let herself wonder if that would always be enough.

Chapter Eighteen

“You only get one, Ri.”

She scowled. “Says who?”