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Or maybe she was here because what she’d seen in Justin’s eyes when he’d kissed her, what she’d felt at his touch, had soothed the ever-present rawness Johnny’s cruelty had dealt her.
“You taste good.”
Was that why he was nibbling at her neck that way? As if her skin was nectar and he was starved?
“Sweet as honey,” he continued, his lips miracle-workers at her throat.
“Too sticky,” she murmured, finally freeing him of his shirt.
Wanting to look at what she’d uncovered, she attempted to take a step back. But she was too close to the bed to manage more than bumping against the king-sized monstrosity.
“Sticky sweet,” he practically growled, prickling her more and more sensitized flesh with goosebumps.
His hands made their way beneath her dress, cupped her bottom, and pulled her against him.
Her entire body tingled. As if someone had hooked up a TENS unit and cranked the power full-blast.
Oh, wow.
He pressed against her belly, hard, tempting, promising great pleasure.
Riley wanted great pleasure.
She had heard about it, had dreamed of it a long, long time ago, but experience it? Nada.
Her ex sure hadn’t delivered great pleasure.
Johnny had been okay in bed. Probably as good as Riley. Which should have her reconsidering what was happening now, because the last thing she wanted was Justin thinking her a dud between the sheets. She must be. Johnny wouldn’t have strayed before they’d even made it down the aisle if she was any good, right?
But Justin wasn’t acting as if he thought her a dud. He couldn’t get enough, seemed to want to kiss her all over, touch her all over, as if he found her curves sexy rather than too fleshy. As if he found her irresistible.
Justin was with her, kissing her, grinding his body against hers. He was focused on her and making her feel good. He wanted her.
She’d regret it tomorrow. She knew she would. She knew herself too well to believe otherwise. She had to work with him, for goodness’ sake.
But when his fingers hooked her panties and slid them down she couldn’t lift her feet fast enough to shake free of the skimpy satin and lace material.
Not only was she doing this, but she was going to demand Justin
make it worth every single recrimination she’d feel later.
With that thought, she pulled his belt free from his jeans, tossed it to the floor, then twined her fingers through the loops of his jeans and tugged him to her.
Eyes locked with his, she lifted her chin.“You only get one shot,” she warned, with the bravado of a seasoned siren rather than a woman whose groom had been a no-show at their wedding. “Make it good.”
Not looking the slightest bit worried about his making-it-good abilities, Justin grinned.
“I can do that,” he promised, and then he did.
* * *
Slowly waking, Justin felt his lips curve when he recalled how he’d spent the night.
With Riley. Sexy, curvy Riley. With her long brown hair and big green eyes. Sweet and sassy Riley, who was all business at work, tough and forceful with her patients when they needed to be pushed, kind and gentle when they needed a soft touch, and always professional.
It was her smile that had first hooked him. When she smiled her eyes lit, dimples dug into her cheeks, and a genuine warmth exuded from her that soothed something deep inside him and yet left a raw achiness.
Last night, when he’d gone to her, he’d been thinking along the lines of chatting, going for a walk, strolling near the lake to admire the fountain, then heading back to the party to dance.
