Page 78 of Ridin’ Dirty

“I didn’t plan on you, Lyla. Three years. Three fuckin’ years I spent in a cage, plotting my vengeance. I had back up plans, contingency plans, and an escape route mapped out if it all went to shit. Gettin’ married three days after I earned my freedom was not on my list. Forkin’ out the cash for a house remodel wasn’t, either.”

“You think I dreamed all this up?” I cried. “I didn’t plan on you either, Riley—but here we are. You got me!”

I held up my left hand, showing off my ring for good measure.

He immediately batted my fingers away, took another step toward me, grabbed me behind my neck and muttered, “Fuckin’ right, I do.”

And then he kissed me.

I gasped in surprise, and he took advantage.

Using his tongue, he parted my lips open fully.

That was all it took.

One taste of him, and my memories were set ablaze.

Our first night.

Our courthouse kiss.

‘Hey, angel. You good?’

This. He was who I wanted.

On a moan, I pressed up onto my tiptoes, wrapping my arms around his shoulders as I tangled my tongue with his.

This kiss wasn’t gentle.

It wasn’t curious.

It wasn’t two strangers caught up in the heat of the moment.

It wasn’t a groom kissing his bride.

It paled in comparison to all of that.

It was teeth and tongue.

It was wet and merciless.

It was angry and urgent.

It was fire and ice and sexy as hell.

It turned me on so fast I could hardly keep up.

His grip around the back of my neck tightened as his other hand slid down over my ass. He palmed one cheek, pressing me further into him, and I felt his hardening length against my lower abdomen. Instinctively, I rolled my hips, showing him what I wanted—what I ached for.

He didn’t disappoint.

I lost his hand at my neck as he wrapped his arm around my waist and hoisted me off my feet with ease. He didn’t have to tell me to wrap my legs around his hips, I just did it. He then slipped his opposite hand into my sleep shorts, over my ass and between my legs, reaching for my center. He found what he was after as if he’d been there a million times.

My arms tightened around him, I opened my mouth wider, kissing him deeper, moaning unabashedly as he slid his fingers across my wet entrance.

“Want to fuck you,” he spoke into my mouth.

“Yes. Do it,” I breathed.