“You don’t even look real,” I tell him, pressing my palms against his chest, then sliding them down his stomach.
“I was about to say the same thing, baby. You’re fuckin’ beautiful, Zoey.” He kisses me softly, and as soon as he pulls back, I already miss the weight of him.
Standing, he retrieves a condom from his wallet, then tells me to lie in the middle of the bed naked. Removing my bra and panties, I do as he says. Riley crawls between my legs, spreading my thighs apart, and inches closer to me.
Without wasting a second, Riley slides his tongue up my slit before he sucks my clit. A million beats of pleasure shoot through me, and the perfectly calculated pressure causes me to fist the sheets. My back flies off the mattress as he continues his delicious assault. Then he slides a finger inside, and my eyes roll back as a moan escapes me.
Riley twists his wrist and inserts a second finger, thrusting in and out as he flicks my clit with his thumb. It’s the best pleasure I’ve ever experienced, and just when I’m about to beg him to let me come, it shakes through me like an earthquake. He knows exactly what to do as I ride it out, and when my legs fall to the side, all that can be heard is my panting.
“Holy shit,” I gasp. “They teach you that down in the south, too?”
Riley chuckles, opens the condom, and takes off his boxers. My gaze slowly strolls down his body to the very thick and hard cock he’s stroking. I watch as he slides it over his length, then climbs on the bed, hovering above me. Our eyes stay locked as he grips my hips and pulls me closer. Swallowing hard, I bite down on my lip as he gently enters. My back arches at the fullness, and I swear the room grows ten degrees hotter when he sinks deeper. Wrapping his hand around to grab my ass, he slowly slides out. When I hike my leg up his waist, he pumps in long and hard.
“Christ, Zoey,” he mutters with uneven breaths. “You feel better than I imagined you would. Fuck.”
I lift my hips to meet his thrusts, and it’s not long until we’re both begging for relief. Riley cups my breast, then pinches my nipple, and I’m halfway to heaven when he moves his hand down and rubs my clit. “You like that, sweetheart? Because I’m only getting started with you.”
“Yes…” I hum. “Oh God.” My eyes flutter closed, and I’m moaning out his name as my body tightens. He leans over to capture my mouth with his, then slams into me over and over until I’m falling over the ledge once again.
Before I can catch my breath, he’s losing himself too.
It’s not long after we’re sweating and panting that he flips me over and fucks me from behind, giving me the best sex of my life. Hell, the best night of my life.
I wake up next to a hard body pressed against me. I inch closer, not wanting to lose the warmth. Humming to myself, I smile at how content I feel. “Good morning,” I say, nuzzling my face against skin.
“Uh, mornin’.”
My eyes pop open at the deep and low voice as my smile falls.
There’s a man in my bed! I glance around and realize I’m not in my room and then look at the person next to me. “Oh my God.” Then I notice we’re both naked. “Oh shit.”
After I apologize for my reaction, he chuckles. I immediately pull away, grabbing the sheet with me. My mind is fuzzy as hell, and all I want to do is get out of here with the sliver of dignity I have left.
“Uh, Zoey…” I hear him as I sit on the edge of the bed, feeling like a hot ass mess. I probably look like one too.
The moment he mentions a ring, I hold out my left hand and gasp at the gold band on my left finger. “Oh God, I remember now.”
The night comes back to me in flashes, and heat rushes through my body.
“Was it really legal?” he asks.
“We signed a marriage license and said vows, so yeah, I’m pretty sure we’re legally married now,” I respond, chewing on my lip. My parents are going to kill me. This is not good.
Riley’s friend—aka the dare master—barges through the door, telling Riley they have to leave. My mind races a million miles an hour at the thought of having to figure this out because he lives in Texas. Somehow, we’re going to have to fix this.
But then I remember the way it felt when he touched me. Kissed me. Held me and cherished me.
We only had one night, but I’d take that over a hundred crappy dates. Riley made me feel things I’d never felt before. Maybe it was the alcohol and the excitement of being in Vegas, but what if it wasn’t? What if there could actually be something real between us?