I snuggle close, both content and amazed at how right it feels to be in his arms. “For taking care of me. For watching out for me. For tonight.”

“Tonight,” he repeats.

I nod, then shift on his lap so that I’m straddling him. “Every single thing about tonight,” I say huskily as his cock stiffens beneath me. “Except the part where we got off track.”

“Off track,” he says, and I hear a welcome note of humor in his voice. “That’s one way of putting it.” He traces a finger over my collarbone and then lower over the swell of my breast. “I seem to recall we had very specific plans for when we reached your house tonight.”

“Did we?” I tease as he unzips my bustier, then tosses it onto the floor.

“I seem to recall promising some very specific things,” he continues, reaching back to unzip my pants. “Like, for example, fucking you senseless.”

“Oh,” I say, my tender nipples tightening again, the sensation wildly enticing.

“It’s ridiculously late,” he says, gently sliding me off his lap so that I’m standing in front of him. “But I have to have you. Tell me if you want me to stop,” he adds as he falls to his knees and peels the pants and my thong down my legs. “Because, baby, right now I can’t think about anything else but being inside you,” he says, then licks my very sensitive pussy, sending a current of electricity racing through me.

“Riley…” It’s the only word I conjure, but it’s enough. My feet are already bare, and I kick out of the last of the leather pants as he leads me back to the bed, then lays me out naked.

He stands beside me, then shrugs off the black leather vest and lets it fall to the ground. I swallow, wondering if I’ll ever get used to the beauty of this man. The strength and power he exudes.

Wondering if I’ll ever stop craving him and knowing that I won’t. Hell, that I don’t want to.

For so long, I’d denied myself this man, and now I can barely remember why. He’s blown through my defenses in record time and settled himself firmly in the Riley-shaped place in my heart that’s been waiting for him for years.

He meets my eyes, his grin crooked and cocky, as if he knows what I’m thinking. As if he understands how much I want him. All of him.

Then his hand goes to his fly, and I actually whimper. After everything we’ve done together, I realize with surprise that I haven’t actually seen him naked. And I hold my breath as he pulls the leather down. Since he’s gone commando, his cock springs free, hard and thick and huge.