Among the Echoes (Wrecked and Ruined #2.5)(29)

Her cheeks pink, but she looks up at me playfully. "Is the offer still good?"

I know what she is asking, but I can't stop myself from taking it a step further. "The offer to kiss me?" I ask, trying to both clarify and restrain the smile that is threatening to swallow my face.

"Yeah, that one."

"For you. Always." Before the words even finish coming out of my mouth, she dives into my arms.

Her mouth crashes into mine, and the taste of wine lingers on her tongue. Somehow, in the half hour since she left, she managed to get drunk? I’m not too proud to admit that I don’t give one flying f*ck how much she has had to drink. I’m taking this opportunity.

I pull her against my body and she stills for a second before my tongue coaxes her back into a rhythm. Her soft lips glide over mine and her hands roam up my chest and over my shoulders. I can’t stop my own wandering hands from pushing down the back of her pants and squeezing her firm ass. I hold her tight as her tongue meets mine thrust for thrust. I need to slow things down before my dick forces its way out of my pants, but this woman…

I thread a hand into her hair and suck her bottom lip into my mouth, all while holding her tight against me. "Should I start leaving the door open for you?"

"It wouldn’t hurt," she responds, moving her attention to my neck and sucking her way up to my ear.

Chills spread over my body, forcing a groan in their wake.

"I should go," she whispers into my ear.

"You really should." I lift her with both hands on her ass. We both know she isn't going anywhere.

She immediately wraps her legs around my waist, rendering me completely silent. A groan wouldn’t even come close to doing justice to the moment when her fully clothed heat rolls over my cock.

Only one word will suffice.

"Fuck," I breathe, pushing her against the wall. She may have heard my curse, but she shows me absolutely no mercy with her mouth.

Her pace is wild and her intensity is confusing from the woman who blew me off less than an hour ago. Her hands slide under my shirt. God, her touch feels so good. I need more of it. I use my leg and hips to support her against the wall while I tear my shirt over my head. Her breath catches in her throat as her eyes grow wide. Even if I didn’t get paid to keep in shape, her reaction alone would have me adding hours a day in the gym.

"God, Adam," she gasps, sliding her hands up my chest and back down again.

I focus on her lips as her fingers explore over my body. She moans into my mouth when they reach my abs. We both need more room to play. I palm her round ass and pull her away from the wall.

"I thought you didn’t drink?" I ask as I turn and gently lay her down on the mats still covering my floor. I’m careful to never break our full-body connection.

"Liquid courage," she answers before resuming her wandering hands.

I flinch when she traces them down my sides. I can’t take it anymore. Her touch is overloading my senses. I can’t focus on anything but how f*cking good the tips of her fingers feel as she drags them over every inch of my chest and stomach.

"You’re killing me, Riley."

I reach down and grab her hands, pushing them over her head. Before I even have a chance to fully restrain them, she jerks them out of my grasp. I look down, expecting a playful smile, but her eyes are wide and flashing around the room. I lean back and give her a questioning eyebrow, but she doesn’t respond. She takes a deep breath and offers me a weak smile before tugging my head back down into another kiss. Her tongue rolls against mine as she seemingly shakes off whatever I just did wrong.

"The moment you pin me to that mat, I’ll probably lose it."

Fuck.

I try to apologize as I immediately roll to the side. "I forgot. I’m sorry."

"It’s okay. Don’t," she whispers, kissing me again.

It doesn’t take but a second before she begins to lick her way down my neck and over to my shoulders. She wraps her arms around my back, but she never resumes her wandering hands. I’m careful not make any more attempts to restrain her, even inadvertently, with my body. We make out for a few minutes while trying to regain the heat we just momentarily lost. Finally, she lifts her hips, and they grind against me, sending my straining cock into the ‘painfully hard’ category.

I shove my hands down, but just before they slide into her pants, she quickly pulls them back up to cup her breasts. How the f*ck did I miss her tits? I’m out of practice, but that’s no excuse. I lift her shirt and she lets out an encouraging gasp when my fingers brush across her bra-covered nipple.

"Can I take your shirt off?" I ask, pretending to be a gentleman. She’s lucky I’m not stripping her bare right now, but after she has stopped me twice now, I have a sneaking suspicion that ravaging Riley wouldn’t go over too well. This is going to have to be slow and tortuous, but I’m willing to do whatever it takes to keep her under me.

"Roll over," she whispers, moving to the side so we can change positions.

I lie down and she straddles my hips. Before this moment, I had control over how often she could press against my cock. Now, I’m helpless, and as she settles on top of me, there has never been a better or worse feeling in the world. Well, that is until she peels her shirt over her head, revealing two pale-white breasts that are unfortunately still covered by a bra. I quickly sit up, causing more friction between us. We both groan from the connection. I drop my head to her chest as I reach around her back to unclasp her bra.