Sam grabbed some clothing out of the bag and started to dress. As much as he would have loved to see her naked just a bit longer, he had to turn away. He was pretty sure his shame was written all over his face, and how could it not be? Sam had lost her bar, her apartment, and now she was going to New York to sleep on her sister’s couch for God knows how long. He knew she’d been having money troubles for a while now, but damn it, why hadn’t he tried to help her instead of thinking only about what he wanted? He could’ve given her a loan, though knowing Sam, she probably wouldn’t have accepted it. At the very least, he should’ve talked to her before buying the Diamond.
And now it was too late to make things right. She was leaving town. And damn it, but the thought of not seeing Sam again tore at his insides.
“Don’t start feeling sorry for me,” came her teasing voice.
Her arms encircled his bare back. She pressed a kiss between his shoulder blades and added, “It’s my fault I’m broke. I obviously didn’t manage the Diamond too well. Can’t blame that asshole for wanting to take it off my hands.”
Riley swallowed, wondering if she’d be this cavalier if she knew he was the asshole she was referring to.
“Besides, the bank wouldn’t extend my loan. I had no choice but to sell.” She kissed his back again, then playfully slapped his ass and sidled past him. “Let’s go to the diner across the street. They make a mean cup of coffee there.”
He swallowed again, trying to gulp down that self-loathing acid sticking to his throat. He needed to tell her. Now.
“Sam,” he started.
She paused in the doorway and shot him a devilish grin. “You know what? Let’s skip the coffee and have sex first.”
His cock swelled.
No sex. Tell her the truth.
“Actually, a shower sounds pretty good too,” she added, looking completely oblivious to the battle going on between his mind and body.
“Sam, I want to talk to you about something—”
But she was already reaching for the hem of the T-shirt she’d just slipped on. A moment later, her breasts were exposed again, and this time he couldn’t seem to keep his hands to himself. He moved toward her, cupping her breasts at the same time she reached for the waistband of his boxers.
“We can talk later,” she murmured. She leaned up on her tiptoes, brushed her lips over his, and gave his ass a good squeeze.
He took one last stab at coming clean. “Sam, I need to tell you—”
“Later,” she repeated.
And then she shoved her tongue in his mouth and he promptly shut up.
Steam filled the tiled shower stall, making for a hot and sensual atmosphere for round two. Or was it round three? Four? Five? Sam had lost count of the number of times and the variety of sexual activities she and Riley had engaged in last night. She didn’t need a tally, though. The naughty memories were enough to last a lifetime.
Sweeping her gaze up and down Riley’s spectacular naked body, she fought the heat simmering in her belly and clenched her thighs together before she jumped the man. Droplets of water danced down his rippled abs and drizzled onto the erection jutting from his groin.
She licked her lips, suddenly feeling wanton and more than a little aroused.
His blue eyes flickered with amusement when he followed her gaze. “Look what you did. And before I’ve had my morning coffee, no less.”
She laughed, the sound coming out higher and more melodic thanks to the acoustics in the shower. She inched closer and slowly grasped his cock with one hand. Stroking it gently, she leaned up on her bare feet and kissed him square on the mouth.
He returned the kiss instantly, pushing his tongue between her lips and swirling it inside her mouth. The warm water slid over her back and teased her flushed skin. They stood there for a moment, tongues tangling, hands exploring, until she couldn’t stand the pressure between her legs any longer.
She promptly dropped to her knees, needing to taste him before he drove inside her and sent her toppling over that orgasmic cliff. Breathing in a cloud of steam, she circled his pulsating tip with her tongue.
Riley let out a groan then shifted over so he was leaning against the tiled wall.
She took his erection in her mouth, lightly scraping her teeth over his length. He groaned again, muttering, “You’re way too good at this.”
He shoved one hand into her hair and guided her along his dick, thrusting in and out of her mouth as his heavy, irregular breathing filled the shower stall. Using one hand to stroke his balls, she pumped his shaft with the other and sucked hard on his tip. She wanted to devour this man. She wanted to drive him as wild as he drove her, make him as crazy as he’d made her last night when he’d brought her over the edge time and time again. But Riley wouldn’t have it. With a strangled breath, he pulled out of her eager mouth and tugged her to her feet.
She moaned in protest, but suddenly he was kissing her again, and the feel of his hands rubbing and fondling every inch of her slippery body was too damn good to ignore.
“You’re built like a Playboy centerfold,” he murmured as he tweaked one of her nipples. “You should’ve gone into modeling.”
“I don’t like having my picture taken.”
“What if I was the one taking the pictures?”
“That I might consent to.” She fought a mischievous grin. “Do baseball players even know how to work a camera?”
“Very funny.”
“And would you even want to photograph me? Wouldn’t you rather chase me around the bases or something?”