Reckless Temptations (Tempted #4)(21)

Riggs kissing me.

And that’s it, my last memory. It’s a good memory too. He’s a pretty awesome kisser.

Focus, Lauren.

I groaned as my eyes finally fluttered open. My head was killing me and I had a serious case of dry mouth. I tried to lift myself, to sit upright, but the room spun. Not really feeling like playing “Dorothy,” I left my ruby slippers at home, I dropped my head back onto the pillow.

Something stirred beside me but before I could turn to see the critter moving, a hand wrapped around my midsection, pulling me across the bed. My eyes widened as I turned and saw Riggs beside me. He mumbled something into his pillow and I held my breath, waiting for him to open his eyes and release me but that never happened. Instead, he snored, and draped his thick leg over mine. His thick, naked leg, might I add. I pinched the edge of the sheet, about to lift it and peek under it to assess the damage when I felt something long and hard poke my thigh.

Oh, hello, little Riggs.

Although, little was the wrong word to describe the erection digging into me. I suppressed the urge to reach under the sheet and wrap my hand around him to size him up.

I closed my eyes and prayed for the coma to take me again. Yeah, no such luck.

Finally, finding the nerve I lifted the sheet and saw I was wearing a t-shirt that read “I’d Rather Be Naked.” How fitting.

At least I had my underwear on.

“Go back to sleep,” he mumbled, startling me and I snapped my head in his direction.

“You’re up?” I asked, my voice squeaking like a chipmunk.

“No,” he replied with his eyes closed.

“Riggs, you need to move. I have to get up. I have to get out of here.” I rambled nervously.

“No, not moving,” he grunted stubbornly, as his hands traveled under the hem of the t-shirt.

“Oh God,” I groaned.

“You said that a lot last night,” he murmured, as fingers grazed my belly.

My eyes widened and my cheeks felt like they were on fire.

“We didn’t…I mean of course we didn’t, right?” I asked, swallowing hard and praying for the right answer. If we had sex, and I didn’t remember I’d hate myself.

I probably should’ve been thinking something nobler, something purer, like please God forgive me for having sex before marriage or something just as ridiculous. But me? I was kicking myself in the ass because if we had sex, and I forgot what his cock felt like inside of me, I’d never forgive myself.

His eyes opened halfway and locked with mine.

“What’s the matter, Kitten? Can’t remember?” He said, huskily.

I bit my lip, shaking my head silently.

“Want me to show you?” He asked as his fingers slid under the elastic of my panties.

Yes, please. Pay attention, Lauren. Don’t forget this time.

“I remember kissing,” I croaked.

His lips quirked and my heart stopped. Was it possible to come from a man smiling? I snapped my legs shut, trapping his hand between them, as his fingertips dragged along the seam of my pussy.

“You’re soaking wet, Kitten,” he growled against my hair, slowly sliding one thick finger between my lips.

“We kissed,” he affirmed, pressing his mouth against my neck. “You tasted like cinnamon.”

“I drank Fireball,” I stammered, lifting my hips and moving against his hand.

“Mmm,” he murmured against my neck, before his teeth grazed the spot just below my ear and he added another finger inside me. His fingers took slow, tantalizing strokes, sliding out and plunging back in as his thumb massaged my clit.

“You’re very good at that,” I commented breathlessly. “So we kissed and then this happened?”

“No,” he said, picking up the pace with his fingers.

I was going to come in two seconds and I couldn’t hold out even if I wanted to. I needed this. I needed him.

His thumb circled my clit over and over again, building up my release as his fingers curled inside of me. I arched my back about to fall over the edge when his thumb stilled and his fingers left me.

“Then you threw up all over me,” he said, pulling his hand out of my panties.

“I’m sorry…what?” Did he just stop? I breathlessly turned to him, his smug smile firmly in place as he stretched his long body and propped his hands behind his head.

“It wasn’t pretty,” he added. “You made a mess of me and yourself. I threw your clothes in the wash but might want to consider throwing them out,” he continued.

“So, we didn’t have sex?” I asked, somewhat disappointed and somewhat relieved.

“No, Kitten but if you want to now, I’m game,” he offered, treating me to an eyebrow wiggle.

I stared at him, mouth agape, as he stretched underneath the sheet, pitching a tent with his erection.

“What do you say?”

I snapped out of my trance, glancing over at the clock and my eyes nearly fell out of their sockets.

“Oh, my God, is that the right time?” I screeched, throwing back the sheet and jumping to my feet. Whoa, my equilibrium and my head apparently were not on the same page just yet. My head was spinning, causing me to sway on my feet.

“Please don’t throw up again,” he pleaded. “I ran out of air freshener,” he said, sitting up.