Without another word, Riley bent down slowly and let his tongue flick Lexie’s right nipple. She arched slightly and her hands gripped his hair. His tongue twisted and turned over her while his hands moved to her waist. Her skin burned under his palms and made Riley’s entire body ignite with want. He lifted his head and moved to her left breast, repeating the movements of his tongue, flicking her, sucking her skin into his mouth tightly, reveling in her sounds of pleasure. He knew he was driving her insane, just as she was him.
Riley lifted his head and stood straight, their faces mere inches apart. He hummed as he licked his lips. “I love your taste.” Her breath caught. “Let me see more.” He grabbed the edge of her panties and pushed them down. She wobbled slightly. He put his arm quickly around her waist and held her tightly. “Easy, baby.”
Her hands held his face. “I’ve thought about this for so long.”
“About what?”
“You.”
He pushed his nose to the side of hers. “What did you think about? Tell me.”
“Your touch.”
“Where?”
“Everywhere.”
“Lex,” Riley whispered. “Show me.”
Without hesitation, she stepped back from his embrace and lowered her hand down her stomach, rubbing it gently over her hip. Riley watched her every move as he pushed his jeans and underwear down. He was unable to resist grazing a hand over himself—his hard-on was borderline painful—and heard Lexie suck in a quick breath.
He smiled, knowing from the look in her eye what she was about to do, and watched as she pressed her middle finger to her clit. Fuck. She rotated her finger a few times, whimpering, before her index finger joined the party. He could see how wet she was; her fingers moved so easily. Riley grunted and took a step toward her, imagining it was his hand or his cock that was making her feel that way. He wanted his mouth on her. He wanted to lick and taste her all over and then let her do the same to him.
He imagined his cock in her mouth and groaned louder.
With that thought, Riley tugged Lexie’s hand away and lifted her off the floor, grabbing her under the knees and around her back. Her lips found his, frantic and hot, as he carried her over to the bed and laid her down, pushing his tongue into her mouth as he fell on top of her. Her fingers knotted deliciously in his hair and he panted into her mouth. Their movements were fast, disorganized, and impatient. His cock brushed over her heat repeatedly, their hips pushing against one another, frenzied and desperate.
Kissing her soundly, he pushed himself up onto his hands and shifted down her body. Using his fingers to spread her open, he took her clit between his lips and sucked, making her body buck under him. He laid his forearm across her stomach and licked and feasted on her like a starving man. Her wetness coated his face, filled his senses. He pushed his hips against the bed, needing something, needing anything, to ease the pressure.
“Coming!”
Yeah, Riley knew, and as soon as he pushed two fingers into her, she detonated around him. Riley closed his eyes, basking in the heat, wetness, and noise of her. She ground against his face, gasping, and whimpering for more.
“More, Lex?” he gasped, moving back up her body and kissing her neck. He tilted his hips, causing his full length to rub her.
“Yes,” she answered, grabbing at his face and pulling it down to kiss him again.
“How do you want me?”
She stopped moving. “Inside. I want.” She licked his neck, letting her tongue linger on his jaw. “You inside me. I’m so empty.”
Riley’s grip on her tightened and his entire body tensed. “Shit. Can I— Do we need . . . I mean, can we?” He’d only ever gone without a condom once, and that had been with Lexie the night they conceived their son. He was always careful, but he wanted her to feel safe.
Lexie kissed his shoulder and moved her hands around his neck. “Yes. It’s okay.” She whispered the word like it was a secret between them. He moved his hips again and whispered her name. She moved her mouth back to his ear. “Fuck me, Riley.”
As soon as the last letter of his name left her mouth, he spread her legs as wide as they would go and slammed into her. She cried out, wrapping her legs around him, locking her feet around his thighs. He groaned loudly against her shoulder. Then he pulled back and drove into her again, harder than before. “You feel so fucking good.” And it was the truth. Of all the women he’d been with over the years, no one made Riley’s spine burn or his cock pulse like Lexie.
Lexie grabbed his ass and squeezed as he began thrusting. Like oil, his words seemed to make her body slicker and wetter.
Goddamn. He slipped farther in; he was so deep inside her. “More,” she called out before she leaned into his shoulder and bit him hard. He yelled but didn’t stop moving, grabbing her face and kissing her as hard as he could, leading her tongue out of her mouth so that he could suck on it. Jesus fucking Christ, he couldn’t get close enough. He needed more.
He groaned and gripped her hips harder.
“Yes.” She moaned against him. “Give me more. I missed it. I missed you.”
Riley pulled his hips back until he was almost out of her completely before crashing back into her, over and over. His mouth found her left tit again and sucked on it, biting and nibbling on the skin, before moving to the other. She dragged her nails down his back, then up again into his hair and to his face.
“Lex,” he panted, his eyes half closed, “I’m close.” He grabbed her wrists and slammed them to the bed before lifting her knees so that they were against his chest, letting him slide deeper.
She cried out his name, loud and beautiful, when his fingers found her clit and began playing her orgasm out of her. She rocked her hips in a way that he recognized and her pussy tightened around his cock. Oh, thank God. He never slowed, as his dick grew impossibly hard, knowing that watching and feeling Lexie come around him would catapult him into his own release.
“Come on, Lex. Please. Come.” He dragged his mouth down her throat. He shook his head and bit his lip hard, scrunching his eyes closed, feeling his balls tighten and his stomach clench in warning. He was going to come so hard.
Lexie rocked her hips and tensed, as she started to chant his name. Riley’s eyes shot open and he drove into her body so hard that she moved at least a foot up the bed. Unable to hold back any longer, he exploded inside of her, gripping her hips and bellowing loudly into the crease of her neck. She moved up and against him, his fingers never stopping on her clit until she arched her back and came with such force, her body almost pushed his out. She opened her mouth and moaned the most beautiful fucking sound Riley had ever heard. Blood thundered in his head as the pressure released from him into her.
Almost immediately, he collapsed on top of her, his head resting on her heaving chest as she breathed loud and fast. His hips finally slowed to long, languid strokes before he stopped altogether. Lexie placed her hand on his head and stroked her fingers through his hair. He was sure she would be able to feel his heart as it hammered behind his ribs.
He took a deep breath and blew it out of his cheeks. “Jesus, Lex. It’s the same. Every time. Every time. I just . . .”
She snaked her arms around his neck. “I know. Perfect.”
He lifted his head and smiled gently, anxiety skulking up his spine. It was usually at this point that the shutters came down in her eyes and she pulled back, pushing him away, and the thought that it might happen again terrified him. “Are we okay?”
She nodded and kissed him softly, letting her tongue graze his lips. “I’ve never been happier. I don’t ever want to be without you again.”
16
An hour later, hot, spent, naked, and deliriously happy, Lexie handed Riley the glass of cold juice she’d commandeered from the kitchen and crawled back into bed with him. He took a quick sip before he placed it on the bedside table. He kissed her forehead as she settled in next to his warm body. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him closer, fee
ling her chest tighten at having him at her side again. The love, desire, passion, and yearning she felt could only be shown through the kiss she gave him when he smiled at her.
Holding his face, Lexie let her lips whisper over his, letting his breath enter her mouth. He sighed and moved closer, their tongues dancing together. His taste was incredible, and exactly as she recalled. Every aspect of their night together had been as good as she had imagined. As few bed partners as she’d had, Lexie knew that no one could or would ever fill her the way Riley did. Her body felt complete, nourished in a way that she only ever experienced with him.
She wrapped her arms tighter around his neck, trying not to think about the panic and hurt that had washed across his gaze when he asked if they were okay. Lexie knew she had only herself to blame and she hated it. She could only continue to reassure him; her body and heart craved him like nothing else. She bent her right knee, bringing it over his hip, and twisted her foot so it was between his legs, locking him against her. She moaned into his mouth when she felt his hard-on press against her thigh. There had never been anything as intense as the thought of her turning Riley on. It drove her insane with desire.
“I’m sorry,” he murmured, dropping his lips to her neck.
“What for?” she asked, kissing his temple.
Lexie’s heart stammered when he didn’t answer. “Riley? What is it?” His eyes rested on the pillow at the side of her head. She ran her hands up his sides, letting her nails graze his skin up to his shoulders. A wave of goose pimples washed over his arms.
She kissed his cheek. “Please, talk to me. We have to talk. Whatever you’re worried about, you can tell me.”
The left side of his mouth rose. “You can’t help, because it’s you I’m worried about.”
She raised her eyebrows, waiting for him to continue. Riley shifted slightly and Lexie exhaled when his cock rubbed her in the most perfect way. She locked her legs tighter around his thighs, trying her hardest to focus on what he needed to say instead of the insane need she had to take him inside her body again.
He smirked, seemingly knowing exactly where her mind was at. Lexie smiled. “Tell me.” She traced an invisible circle on his back with her finger and he closed his eyes.
He sighed and placed both of his hands on either side of Lexie’s face. “I don’t want you to think that this,” he motioned downward with his chin to where their bodies were pressed together, “is all I care about.” His gaze was beautiful hazel and full of hope that she understood. “It’s so important to me, being with you this way, but it isn’t everything.”
His caution was heartwarming. Lexie didn’t want their reunion to be based on their ability to have amazing sex, either, but it had always been an integral part of who they were to each other. It was going to be a difficult balance, but Lexie knew they could achieve it.
“I don’t.” She continued to lift her legs slowly up his back so that her feet were resting on his ass. She fought the urge to push him into her and watched as he glanced from her mouth to her eyes and back again. “We can have both. We’ve done it before.”
He closed his eyes, shook his head, and cleared his throat. “I’ll always need you like this. I need you to understand that.”
The fire that ignited in Lexie’s stomach was scorching, deep, and it traveled around her body at lightning speed. Her skin burned and her breathing hitched. She crushed her lips to his at the same time that she pushed her feet against his ass, lifting her hips to meet him. He growled against her mouth as he slipped into her again.
“Riley,” she panted, kissing his face, his neck, and his throat. “Want me, have me.” She pulled her face from his and waited for him to open his eyes. “I’m yours.”
His eyes widened and then he was kissing her again, desperate and hungry. He drove his hips and she bowed her back.
“Fuck.” He moaned when she did it again, desperate for the release, this release that was building throughout her body. Riley ground against her hard and messy, sensing her need.
“So deep,” she gasped.
He licked her from shoulder to ear. “I want to taste you,” he panted, pushing into her farther. “Touch you.”
Lexie felt her orgasm grow stronger with each syllable that came from his mouth. “Kiss you. Lex.” She called out as her body began to pulse hard and relentlessly. He slammed into her one last time and they came together quickly, the sensation intense and scorching hot.
He bent his head back, closed his eyes, and through gritted teeth growled out his release. Lexie swiveled her hips, trying to make the pulses of her orgasm last as long as she could. Her whole body throbbed from head to foot and every space in between. She looked up at Riley. His eyes were still shut as he rode out the end of his own orgasm. Lexie felt her heart swell further. She loved him with a love that couldn’t be expressed in words.
As their breathing began to settle and Lexie’s heart slowed, his grip on her body loosened and he relaxed, slumping gently against her. He nestled his head under her chin. Lexie wrapped one arm around his shoulders and placed her other hand on his head, stroking his damp hair. The burn on her skin from his beard rubbing all over her was sexier than anything she’d ever felt, and feeling his weight on her was the most comforting feeling in the world. She felt safe, warm, and wanted.
“I need to sleep, but . . . Noah.”
Lexie smiled. Yeah, that might be an awkward conversation if Noah came in for morning snuggles to find Riley there. “It’s okay,” she assured him. “I’ll wake you.”
They didn’t speak again. They didn’t need to.
Lexie simply listened to Riley’s breathing as it slowed and settled into a sleeping rhythm, knowing that there was no place on Earth she’d rather be.
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Even with his eyes closed, Riley had the weird feeling that he was being watched. He shifted into a small stretch, smiling when he felt Lexie snuggle closer into his side, her hand placed on his stomach, as she nuzzled his neck.
His eyes snapped open when he was poked in the cheek.
Noah stood at the side of the bed, hands behind his back, his shoulders moving back and forth.
Shit. Shit. Shit.
“Um, hey, buddy.” Riley adjusted the covers of the bed, making sure nothing was on show.
Noah cupped a hand to the side of his mouth. “Did yous have a sleepover?” he whispered in that loud way kids seemed to do.
Riley smirked. “Yeah. You know, I was so tired after our busy day at the birthday party yesterday that I had to sleep here.” It was half the truth. He had been tired. Lexie had then zapped any energy he’d had left over. Twice. Christ.
“With Mommy.”
Riley cleared his throat. “Yeah.” He glanced at the alarm clock: 6:45. “So have you been out in the car and picked up breakfast yet?”
“No, silly.” Noah shook his head. “I’s too small to drive. Mommy makes me cereals.”
Riley chuckled. “Okay, man. How about we leave Mommy to sleep, you go downstairs, and I’ll join you in two minutes and get you that cereal.”
Noah grinned, turned, and ran out of the bedroom without a word spoken. Riley smiled at the sound of his little feet thundering down the stairs. He rolled over gently, making sure Lexie was still asleep. He kissed her softly and she mumbled something unintelligible before he carefully climbed out of bed and threw his clothes on.
Downstairs, he found Noah sitting on the edge of the sofa, feet dangling, watching a cartoon on TV. Riley leaned over the back of the couch. “So tell me, Noah, have you ever had pancakes?”
Wide hazel eyes met Riley’s. “I loves pancakes.”
“That’s good news, because I make the best pancakes in the whole wide world. Wanna help me?”
Noah jumped up and barreled into the kitchen. Riley followed with a grin. “I’ll take that as a yes.” Noah was already pulling a small bright red step stool toward the fridge when Riley entered after him.
He stood on the steps and opened th
e fridge door, pointing inside. “Eggs and milk are in there.”
Riley laughed softly. “You do know how to make pancakes.”
“Yep. Grandma showeds me.”
Riley grabbed out what he needed and laid it on the countertop. “Where does Mommy keep everything?”
Noah set about showing Riley where everything was and stood on his stool at Riley’s side as Riley broke the eggs into a plastic bowl and added milk. “Okay, you’re gonna be the head mixing man,” Riley said seriously. He cocked an eyebrow. “Are you up to the challenge?”
Noah nodded enthusiastically. “Yes! I cans mix good!”
“Excellent.” Riley handed him a silver-handled whisk and stood behind him, holding the bowl steady. “Get to it.” Noah was certainly eager to make sure the eggs and milk were whisked well, and managed to get only a little of it on himself. “I’ll give it one last mix,” Riley offered when Noah’s little arms eventually began to slow. Riley laughed when Noah leaned his back against Riley’s chest and started making vowel sounds that shook as Riley whisked the eggs and milk hard. Naturally, Riley wobbled faster, so Noah laughed louder.
The two of them spent twenty minutes mixing and whisking, and Riley even allowed Noah to pour the batter into the hot pan, watching every move of his son like a hawk. Noah asked if they could put chocolate in the batter and, unable to say no, Riley allowed him to sprinkle some chocolate chips that he’d found in the pantry.
“Hey guys.”
Riley and Noah both turned from the cooking pancakes to see a rumpled-looking Lexie standing in the doorway. Her hair was fastened back in a messy ponytail and even though she was only in a Michigan State T-shirt and gray sweats, Riley had never seen her look more perfect. He noted the red marks on her chin and neck where his beard had scruffed her and swallowed the growl that built in his throat.
“Mommy, we’s making pancakes for your breakfast in bed,” Noah explained while waving the plastic pancake flipper around. “Go back to sleep!”
Lexie smiled at Noah before she looked over at Riley. His stomach dipped, turned, and bloomed with warmth. “Hey,” he murmured with a wink, loving the pink that washed over her cheeks.
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