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His chest caves as his jaw feathers.

“Good girl.”

Chapter 27

Spencer

Sometimes life hands you something so unimaginably good that you are in a constant state of having to double-check you’re not dreaming. This moment right here would be one of those.

Riley straddles my lap. Her long, dark hair cascading down her chest to cover up what my mouth waters for. Her skin under my hands on her belly and lower back is so fucking soft. Her wet heat has all but soaked through my boxers, eliciting the most agonizing throb through my veins that ends in my cock.

Every slight move she makes has my body ratchet up to another level of ecstasy I have only dreamed of before. No matter how many one-night stands a man can manage, nothing comes close to the woman who stole your whole heart the day she ordered you out of her space with her rolling accent and fiery expression. Half dressed, I might add.

“Spence . . .” she breathes.

My balls cinch with my name almost a moan on her damn lips.

But the look of worry that pinched her face before at realizing our size difference has me not only needing to take this way tooslow, but Iwantto. The last thing I will ever do is hurt Riley O’Malley.

Inanycapacity.

“Fuck, baby, I need to be everywhere all at once when it comes to you,” I rasp, sending my hands up her ribs, underneath her sleep tank.

Her head tilts, and she tugs the scrap of fabric from her body and tosses it to the floor.

“What are you waiting for?” Her eyes are so dark they would match a moonless night sky.

I send my thumbs brushing over her peaked nipples. Her head falls back and her back arches, pushing her ample breasts into my hands.

My back leaves the mattress a beat later, lips closing around one peak as I suckle it, my tongue flicking over the hard point.

“Oh, god, Spencer.” My name is a smoky rasp.

Fucking sexy as hell.

My hips thrust up, an automatic motion I can’t override at this point.

I need slow.

Riley needs slow.

I lose her peak with a pop and shift to the other. Fine fingers curl through my hair.

“As much as I can’t get enough of your mouth on me, cowboy, I need mine on you. Like yesterday.”

The nipple falls from my mouth as I look up at her. “Those pretty little lips wrapped around my cock, Riles, and I’m likely to fill your throat.”

“Good,” she breathes.

“No, O’Malley, bad. Very bad. I want to be inside you like yesterday. If we?—”

Her finger presses over my lips, her head shaking as she shuffles backward. “Don’t care. Besides, I thought you bull ridersliked a challenge?” Her brow lifts, a soft smirk growing on her pretty face.

She has my boxers on the floor with her tank a beat later.

Huffing an annoyed sound, her face falls with a frown.

“Riles?”