shaky little breath, and his tongue swept in as he tilted her head back, lips twisting, tongues tangling as he moved against her, pinning her more firmly against the door.
Her hands moved to his shoulders, and for a heart-wrenching moment he thought she’d push him away. But then her fingers dug into his shirt, tugging him closer.
It was like he was a teenager all over again, finally getting his hands on the hottest girl in school.
Only the hottest girl in school was his best friend’s baby sister, and he was sure to fail at this, just like he failed at everything.
He pulled back just enough to search her face.
Both of them were gasping, and her hand went to his face, her fingers lightly brushing his lower lip. “It’s about time.”
He closed his eyes briefly. “You know this is insane.”
Instead of responding, she gazed back at him smugly, looking a lot more sure about this—about
them
—than he was. “Well, Brent’s probably just now getting to the train station. I bet I can catch him.”
Sam growled and kissed her again, hard and fast.
She kissed him back, just as hot, before her hand went to his chest and pushed. “So you’re going to be the guy? You’re going to help me with my article? I’m not in a serious relationship, and I can’t just write about any old guy and make it personal …”
No
.
Yes
.
Just …
hell.
“Why can’t you be a kindergarten teacher or something? Why do you have to be a goddamned
sex
writer?”
She smiled, her fingers lightly scratching his bare arms. He was more than a little tempted to take her right here and right now. But they were in a room with her father’s old radio and her mother’s nativity scene, and there was a fake Christmas tree one wrong move from digging into his ass.
“Riley—”
“Say yes, Sam,” she said, interrupting him. “Don’t make me do this with another guy.”
He closed his eyes and rested his forehead on hers.
“Please,” she whispered. “I want it to be you.”
Shit
.
It was one thing to deny himself all these years. It was no more or less than he deserved.
But to deny
Riley
?
He couldn’t. Had never been able to.
“We’re going to regret this,” he said when he opened his eyes and gazed at her.
Her eyes lit up at the implicit acquiescence in his words.
“Maybe,” she said softly. “But we’re going to have a lot of fun doing it.”
Chapter Eight
Normally a first date with a new guy called for girl talk.
For years, Riley had been counting on Julie and Grace to tell her if her emerald silk dress with the plunging neckline was too trampy for a first date (yes), or if her new boot-cut jeans were too casual for a fancy dinner at Per Se (also yes).
Julie and Grace, and more recently Emma, were her dating mentors.
But tonight she was on her own.
Because there was no good way to tell even your best friends that you were about to end a ridiculously long sexual hiatus with …
Well, whatever Sam was to her.
Friend
seemed inadequate.
Especially after that kiss at her parents’ house.
Turned out no amount of daydreaming could prepare one for the real thing, because Riley had definitely not been ready for whatever it was she felt when he backed her against that door.
It had been planned, of course. She’d known that Brent would try to kiss her. And she’d been pretty sure that Sam would follow them into the foyer at her parents’ house. Right on both counts.
But she’d only meant to goad Sam into reconsidering her offer.
Stiletto
had taught her enough about machismo and male possessiveness to know that even if Sam wasn’t entirely sure that he wanted her, he wouldn’t want
Brent
to have her.
She’d been right.
Too
right.
Because no part of her had been prepared for how one kiss would make her want to end her sexual hiatus right there in her parents’ makeshift storage room. In the span of two minutes, Riley felt what she’d been waiting years to feel with other guys—that uncontrollable,
Her hands moved to his shoulders, and for a heart-wrenching moment he thought she’d push him away. But then her fingers dug into his shirt, tugging him closer.
It was like he was a teenager all over again, finally getting his hands on the hottest girl in school.
Only the hottest girl in school was his best friend’s baby sister, and he was sure to fail at this, just like he failed at everything.
He pulled back just enough to search her face.
Both of them were gasping, and her hand went to his face, her fingers lightly brushing his lower lip. “It’s about time.”
He closed his eyes briefly. “You know this is insane.”
Instead of responding, she gazed back at him smugly, looking a lot more sure about this—about
them
—than he was. “Well, Brent’s probably just now getting to the train station. I bet I can catch him.”
Sam growled and kissed her again, hard and fast.
She kissed him back, just as hot, before her hand went to his chest and pushed. “So you’re going to be the guy? You’re going to help me with my article? I’m not in a serious relationship, and I can’t just write about any old guy and make it personal …”
No
.
Yes
.
Just …
hell.
“Why can’t you be a kindergarten teacher or something? Why do you have to be a goddamned
sex
writer?”
She smiled, her fingers lightly scratching his bare arms. He was more than a little tempted to take her right here and right now. But they were in a room with her father’s old radio and her mother’s nativity scene, and there was a fake Christmas tree one wrong move from digging into his ass.
“Riley—”
“Say yes, Sam,” she said, interrupting him. “Don’t make me do this with another guy.”
He closed his eyes and rested his forehead on hers.
“Please,” she whispered. “I want it to be you.”
Shit
.
It was one thing to deny himself all these years. It was no more or less than he deserved.
But to deny
Riley
?
He couldn’t. Had never been able to.
“We’re going to regret this,” he said when he opened his eyes and gazed at her.
Her eyes lit up at the implicit acquiescence in his words.
“Maybe,” she said softly. “But we’re going to have a lot of fun doing it.”
Chapter Eight
Normally a first date with a new guy called for girl talk.
For years, Riley had been counting on Julie and Grace to tell her if her emerald silk dress with the plunging neckline was too trampy for a first date (yes), or if her new boot-cut jeans were too casual for a fancy dinner at Per Se (also yes).
Julie and Grace, and more recently Emma, were her dating mentors.
But tonight she was on her own.
Because there was no good way to tell even your best friends that you were about to end a ridiculously long sexual hiatus with …
Well, whatever Sam was to her.
Friend
seemed inadequate.
Especially after that kiss at her parents’ house.
Turned out no amount of daydreaming could prepare one for the real thing, because Riley had definitely not been ready for whatever it was she felt when he backed her against that door.
It had been planned, of course. She’d known that Brent would try to kiss her. And she’d been pretty sure that Sam would follow them into the foyer at her parents’ house. Right on both counts.
But she’d only meant to goad Sam into reconsidering her offer.
Stiletto
had taught her enough about machismo and male possessiveness to know that even if Sam wasn’t entirely sure that he wanted her, he wouldn’t want
Brent
to have her.
She’d been right.
Too
right.
Because no part of her had been prepared for how one kiss would make her want to end her sexual hiatus right there in her parents’ makeshift storage room. In the span of two minutes, Riley felt what she’d been waiting years to feel with other guys—that uncontrollable,
Similar Books
