The Beauty of Us (Fusion #4)

“Shame on every man who has had the privilege of seeing you naked.” I lean in and kiss her neck again, smiling at the way her hips move in response. “You’re so smart.” I place a kiss on that little place where her collarbones meet. “So damn funny.” Now I kiss right between her breasts. “Kindest person I know.”

I lick around her navel and the piercing there. “I fucking love this piercing.”

“I used to have my clitoral hood pierced,” she whispers, catching my attention.

“Used to?”

She nods. “I took it out.”

“Why?”

She shrugs one shoulder, like it’s no big deal, but I know better. I climb back on top of her, my clothes brushing against her nakedness, and make her look me in the eye.

“Why?”

“Because a guy I dated made fun of it, so I took it off.”

“Fucking asshole,” I reply, instantly royally pissed off at every fucker she’s been with. “He didn’t deserve you.”

“No.” She brushes my hair out of my eyes. “He didn’t.”

I kiss her deeply, then continue my journey down her body. She’s spread open, her pussy already wet, her clit hard and ready for me.

“I can’t get enough of you.” I look up at her and smile. “That’s the honest truth, Riley. I can’t fucking get enough of you.”

“I’m right here.”

I let one finger slip down into her wet folds and watch as she tosses her head back, her eyes close, and she moans long and loud.

“This, Riley? Right here? This is mine, sweetheart.”

“Oh yeah,” she groans, and tilts her pelvis up for more. I circle her clit with my fingertip, then dive back down into her, spreading her delicious wetness all around.

“I can’t get enough of your body.” I lick her now, from anus to clit and she fists her hands in the covers at her hips. “I can’t fucking get enough of making you laugh.”

I reach up and tweak one nipple and she yelps.

“I never get tired of talking with you, hearing your thoughts on everything and anything.”

I suck on her clit, sending her into the stratosphere, and I’m so fucking hard, my cock is pulsing against the fly of my jeans.

“I want you, Riley. I never stop wanting you. That’s just it.”

I free my cock and slip inside her, making us both moan in relief and pent-up lust.

“This is the most satisfying and addictive thing I’ve ever known. You.”

My hips are moving fast, pumping in and out of her. I’m full of frustration and lust. I need her to see. To understand.

“This is us, Riley, you and me, and no one else. No one else exists for me. Do you understand that?”

“I do now,” she says breathlessly, and grips onto my hair, wrapping her legs around my waist. “I’m sorry I doubted you.”

“Just don’t do it again,” I reply, and reach down to grab her ass, tilting her up so I can sink farther into her, grinding against her, and making us both see stars. The orgasm moves fast down my spine and through me, and the next thing I know, we’re tangled up together in my bed, trying to catch our breath.

Finally, she shifts next to me and cups my cheek in her hand.

“This wasn’t how I expected us to spend the day, but you’ll get no complaints from me.”

“Good.” I smile and tuck her against me, kissing the crown of her head. “I need you to promise me something.”

“Okay.”

“If you have questions, ask me. I’ll never lie to you, Riley. We can’t have any doubts between us, especially if we’re going to make a go of this after I go back to L.A.”

“You’re right,” she says as she traces patterns through the hair on my chest. “I promise to talk to you before I jump to conclusions.”

“Thank you.”

“What are you going to do about Angie?”

“I don’t know,” I reply honestly. “There’s a whole group of guys who play with me, and know her as well as I do, but I’ll talk with them. I don’t want to kick her out of the group without giving them a heads-up.”

She nods. “I don’t like feeling jealous. It’s new to me.”

“You’re not normally a jealous woman?”

“Not at all,” she says. “That’s something that used to bother some of the guys I dated. They’d try to play games with me, thinking I’d get jealous and go running back to them, but that doesn’t work on me. I guess I never cared enough about any of them to feel threatened or jealous.”

“Why is it different now?”

“It just is.” She’s quiet as she gathers her thoughts. “I’ll never be a crazy jealous person.”

“Good, because that’s a lot of drama.”

“Exactly. I don’t do well with drama. I don’t need or want it in my life. My mom was always a dramatic person, and it drove me nuts.”

“Are you not close to her?”

“Not really. I mean, it’s not like we don’t speak or anything, but we also don’t have Sunday dinners together. I see her a few times a year.”

I nod, loving that I continue to learn more and more about her.

I’ve fallen in love with her.

“You were mad,” she says, and smiles up at me. “That was interesting.”

“Not at you,” I reply. “I was frustrated and pissed at Angie. I don’t know what her deal is, but she’s about to be very disappointed.”

Riley sighs and nuzzles my chin with her nose. “I’m hungry.”

“Me too. What do you want me to feed you?”

“What do you have?”

I take a quick mental inventory of the kitchen and wince. “Nothing that I could whip together into something edible.”

She nods thoughtfully. “We could order in.”

“Given our current state of undress, and that I don’t plan to let you get dressed again, that’s our only option.”

“Should we order pizza again and I can shock the shit out of the delivery kid?”

I narrow my eyes and growl. “No. No, we shouldn’t.”

“Possessive much?”

“Did you completely miss the last hour?” I ask, and bite her shoulder. “Perhaps I should go over it again.”

She laughs and then moans when I suck her nipple into my mouth.

“Oh yeah, I need a refresher course.”

“I thought you were hungry?”

“We’ll eat later.”





Chapter Eleven





Riley


“So, the film crew gets Veterans Day off?” Cami asks a few days later. We’re in the office, looking at our schedule for the next week.

“Yep,” I reply with a shrug.

“Are they all veterans?” Addie asks.

“No, but the network will have to pay them double time because of their union if they work today, so they said no work today.”

“Wow, it’s a good thing our people don’t have a union,” Cami says. “We pay them well as it is.”

“It gives Mia a break in the kitchen,” I reply, and scan my planner. “She’s been filming every day, and then working through the evenings.”

“She’s exhausted,” Addie says, shaking her head. “We’re going to have to have another intervention with her.”

“The last one didn’t work,” I reply, feeling just as frustrated with Mia, and the crazy amount of hours she puts in. “Seduction is her life.”

“Yes, it is,” Mia says as she walks through the door. “Stop talking about me. I’m fine. I’m not exhausted or burned out.”

“Yet,” Cami says. “You need a break.”