But Riley, he treats me like a fucking queen with his words and his touch.

My eyes flutter closed as my body tightens, and Riley increases his pace, thrusting faster until I’m falling again. This time, I scream his name as I squeeze my thighs around him.

I try to catch my breath because I know Riley’s close. Having him bare against me is a first, and it feels so damn amazing. He’s thick and hard, and I already know I won’t ever get enough of him.

Lifting my hips, I encourage him to go faster. He fills me so full that the moment his body stiffens, I know he’s about to explode.

“Come inside me,” I tell him breathily.

“Fuck, baby…” he hisses between gritted teeth, removing his hold on my wrists and gripping my hips. I arch them higher as his fingers dig into my skin, chasing his release. He lets out an animalistic groan, the vein in his neck throbbing as he tilts his head back and moans.

A moment later, he collapses on top of me, both of us breathless and sweaty.

“Jesus Christ, Zoey. What have you done to me?” He lies down, brushing his fingers over my cheek and holding me close. “You made me fall in love with you so easily. I’ve never said those words to a woman before, so I hope you know how much I mean them.”

Tears form on the edge of my eyes at how badly I want to give this man everything. He owns my heart and soul, and the only thing holding me back is in Arizona.

“I love you,” I tell him, worried he might change his mind when he finds out the truth. “No matter what, please don’t ever forget that.”

“Never, sweetheart,” he reassures me. “Eloping in Vegas was the best dare I’ve ever done.”

I half-chuckle, half-sob at his confession. “Let’s not tell our kids that part of the story, though.”

A wide grin splits his face. “Kids? You want children someday?”

I shrug because I haven’t really thought much about it. I’m still young and have time to decide, but when it comes to Riley, I want it all. “Yeah, I think I’d like having babies with you.”

“If I’m dreaming, please don’t ever wake me up.”

I giggle at his corny line, but hell, I can’t help smiling at the truth of his words. “Agreed.”

Chapter Seventeen

Riley

I wake up with a warm body nestled against mine, and all I can do is grin. Carefully, I roll over and pull Zoey into my arms. Her head rests against my chest, and she lets out a hum. If I could stay here all morning, I’d be the happiest man on earth, but I know I can’t. It’s times like this, I wish I weren’t on such a strenuous schedule. Calling in wouldn’t even be a possibility because, ultimately, I’d be letting my family down and they’d have to take up my slack.

“Morning,” she says in the sexiest sleepy voice I’ve ever heard.

Leaning forward, I kiss her forehead and hold her tighter as if she’ll slip through my fingers if I let go. “Morning, sweetheart.”

She lifts her head, and her eyes flutter open. A small smile touches her lips, and I lean in to press mine against hers.

“You have to go soon, don’t you?” she asks, and her eyes close.

“Mmhmm. It’s the first time I’ve considered calling in sick for no reason.” I groan, not wanting to leave her warmth.

She sucks in a deep breath and yawns. “We’ve got forever, Riley.”

I remember last night when she told me she loved me, and I smile like an idiot. After she tells her family, she’s really coming back to live here with me. We’ll fall asleep together every night and wake up in each other’s arms.

“We do, baby.” I kiss her cheek. “I’m going to make some coffee, and it’ll be waiting for you in the kitchen when you decide to get up.”

“Okay,” she says, her breathing becoming more steady.

I slip out from under her and lean over and kiss her again. I can’t seem to stop. “Meet me at the barn behind the B&B after you wake up.”

Zoey lets out a sigh, and she’s soon falling back asleep. She’s not used to my alarm clock yet, so I know it woke her.

“I’ll text you,” I whisper, then get dressed. As I sit on the edge of the bed and slip on my work boots, I glance over my shoulder at her, sleeping so peacefully. I’m three seconds away from hopping back into bed, but my dad would know, and he’d bust up in here to kick my ass. Being love-sick isn’t a proper excuse. Not one he’d accept anyway.

On the way over to the office, my smile doesn’t falter. Zoey’s made me the happiest I’ve ever been, and to know she’s going to stay with me and be my wife just feels unreal. When I walk into the shop, Diesel is already there with a smug look on his face.

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