Voyeur - Lacey Alexander [41]
It had only been a couple of hours since the last time, but it felt like forever to Riley, too. His mouth crushed hard on hers, the kiss swallowing her and making her forget everything else but this man and this secret space that felt so private, so perfectly isolated.
Riley had never made love to a man she barely knew, but as the kisses deepened, she understood that was where they were leading, and she hadn’t the faintest wish to stop them.
Of course, she supposed if she were serious about finally showing the world she could be a good detective, she should stay focused on solving this mystery. This might finally be the one that would lead to a career in investigations. And yet . . .
Sloane’s kisses, as they dropped from her neck to her shoulder, made her whole body tingle. And when he unbuttoned her shirt, she couldn’t help wanting him to see the pretty pink bra she’d just happened to put on this morning. Not that her choice of lingerie had anything to do with him—she might be madly attracted to the guy, but how could she have possibly known they would stumble upon a secret garden that would feel as seductive as Sloane himself?
Slowly, he stripped her free of her bra and sank his mouth to her aching breasts. Moments later, they dropped to their knees and Riley wanted nothing more than to lie down and feel the cool greenness against her back as he made love to her.
And that’s exactly what happened.The carpet of grass cushioned her as sweet as any bed while Sloane moved inside her in slow, deep strokes that filled her senses.The rich scent of the grass mixed with the fragrance of roses nearby.The sun warmed her face. And Sloane made her feel every ounce a woman.
Perhaps she should have said no. Perhaps it was too soon, especially considering that she wasn’t even sure yet if she really liked him. But she’d never met a man so tempting, and the lushness of their garden hideaway had seemed the final ingredient to something which—if she were honest—she’d been daydreaming about since the moment she’d laid eyes on him.
“I’ve never done this before,” she told him. “Made love to a man I don’t know very well.”
He grinned heatedly down at her. “You know me now, honey.”
If this was how they celebrated every time they found a clue, she had a feeling that solving this particular mystery was going to be a lot more fun than usual.
Laura smiled at the screen, having ended the chapter. She had no idea if her editor would let such a scene fly in what were generally quaint and family-friendly novels, but for now, she was following her muse, and her muse was definitely thinking about sex today. At the moment, she wasn’t sure her muse would ever stop thinking about it. Since getting acquainted with Braden, she’d had sex on the brain, and now that he was here, she didn’t expect that to change anytime soon.
Just then, the front door opened, letting in a small blast of brisk air. Another sunny day had filled the house with solar heat, so she wore only a cami and joggers. She looked up, wrapping her arms around herself to ward off the chill.
Braden appeared rugged and cold in his ski gear, like a man you wanted to wrap up with in a blanket next to the fire. “Fun skiing?” she asked, pushing to her feet to greet him.
“Yeah. Great day out there. I’m beat.”
“Oh.” Well, that was okay. She might have sex on the brain, but the blanket-and-fire idea appealed, too, so she’d make the best of it. She’d skied a little herself, and she remembered that a long day on the slopes could leave you exhausted.
She could only assume her disappointment was written all over her face when he said, “Don’t worry, snowflake. I’m not that tired.”
She practically felt her nipples harden at the deep promise in his voice. “Well, if you were, I’d understand. I mean, it’s not like I need sex constantly or anything.”
He chuckled. “Too bad, because that’s how often I plan to give it to you.”
She drew in her breath. “If you insist.”
“I do. Right now, in fact. I want