CHAPTER TWELVE

Riggs

 

 

His mouth had watered the whole drive, following Skylar’s car in his pickup. Climbing the stairs to her apartment, her dress swayed so deliciously high, revealing those creamy thighs.

Riggs bit his lip to keep from audibly groaning.

Starving, indeed.

The second her apartment door closed, he shoved his hands in his pockets. Otherwise, he would’ve pushed her against the wall and taken her right there. This woman pushed the limits of his control.

Which was against one of the primary rules of a Knight.

Maintain control.

How desperately he wanted to bring her back to his place. It was half the distance from the restaurant, but yet another strict rule about maintaining privacy.

So many damn rules.

The room smelled like sugared apples and caramel.

Skylar kicked off her heels, and when her adorable bare feet scrunched into the carpet, she sighed.

Her smile was so sweet, and equally desirable.

“What?” she asked.

“To hell with the rules.” Riggs lurched forward, and cupped her neck.

When he seared his lips against hers, she gasped.

Then clasped her arms around his shoulders, dragging her nails down the back of his head.

He groaned, his dick screaming for attention.

Skylar’s sweet and heady scent swirled around him, like a drug hitting his blood stream.

He shuffled her back to the kitchen counter. When her hips reached the cabinet, he lifted her onto the edge.

She wrapped her legs around his ass, and pulled on his belt buckle.

Thank God the wrap-style dress easily pulled open from the thin sash at her waist, because he’d been dreaming of her cleavage for two weeks.

The fabric fell away, revealing a lacy black bra, designed with straps across the front like a corset. Lifting her breasts in the perfect teasing position.

Skylar isn’t a client, anyway. Free reign.

She unzipped his pants, and pushed the waistband over his hips, along with his boxer briefs. Freeing him to her eager fingers.

The second her hands wrapped around his erection, he hissed. Her soft fingers glided along his shaft so smoothly. Like an expert at simultaneous healing and pleasure. Her touch traveled farther south and cupped his balls.

A surge twanged through his nerves. He swept his tongue into her mouth, claiming her gasp.

Reaching under the skirt of her dress, he hooked his fingers into the sides of her panties, and slowly slid them down her hips. Skylar lifted her ass for a second, and he pulled the thin fabric off the rest of the way. Then trailed his fingertips up her legs, past her knees to the junction of her thighs. The heat intensified the closer he drew to her center.

She spread her knees.

His mouth watered as he skimmed his finger along her center. So wet, so plump, and the heat…holy hell.

She moaned when he slid deeper, finding that swollen nub and circling it with the pad of his finger.

Her body swayed into him, and she tilted her head back.

“Is this what you were hungry for?”

“Mm-hm…” Skylar licked her bottom lip, so rosy like the color of her wine at dinner. Her eyelashes fluttered across her skin, dark and thick. Her grip tightened on his dick in time with his circling on her clit. Stretching him another inch.

“Do I get a taste, too?” Riggs asked, his voice husky and low.

Her eyes opened, those glorious shamrock irises dilated in dark pools.

He nipped on her chin, then trailed kisses down her neck, under her collar bone, to her cleavage. Lingering between her breasts, where her sultry perfume intensified. He breathed her in like a fine brandy.

Goosebumps rose on her skin.

He traveled farther south to her navel, dropping kisses every other inch.

Finally, he reached her sex. Her little pearl nestled in her folds, dark pink and prime for attention.

Riggs gripped her ass, pulling her closer to the edge, giving him full access. Then, he slowly licked along the crease, and swirled around the nub.

She mewled, the sweet sound driving his cock crazy. Her fingers scraped along his scalp, threading and tangling in his hair. Urging him on.

“So good,” he breathed.

“Yes,” Skylar moaned. “More.”

“My personal buffet.” He sucked the pearl into his mouth, rubbing his tongue along her clit like a lollipop.

She bucked, and gripped the edge of the counter. “Oh, damn…yes. Yes.” Her voice rose half an octave, along with her moans.

Oh, yes.

Skylar was already close to climax, driving his own fervor up a few notches. There was no better sound in the world than this woman reaching peak. No sweeter pain than her fingernails on his scalp, clawing for release.

With relentless focus, Riggs nipped and laved her sex like an addiction. Dipping his tongue in and out of her, always circling back to his favorite sweet spot that drove her wild.

Her body rocked to the same rhythm of his tongue, and each moan built in pitch. Her breathing turned to little gasps, and her whole body flushed pink.

“Just like candy,” he muttered. “Come for me, Skylar.” He slipped his finger inside, her sheath so hot and tight he could barely control himself. His tongue circled her bud again and again, and he pumped two fingers inside. Then curled up his knuckles to reach her G-spot.

Driving her body crazy both inside and out.

Her hips shook, and her scream echoed off the kitchen walls. She grappled a tight hold on his head, holding on for the ride.

The spasms squeezed his knuckles so tight, her wet nectar dripping down his fingers. He drank her in, so creamy and savory. His cock threatened to explode.

Riggs reached for his pants pooled at his feet, digging in the pockets for a condom. Always prepared.

Especially with Skylar.

She’d claimed she was inexperienced, but damn if he loved bringing the vixen out of her. A truly voracious lover, so responsive.

He quickly slipped on the condom, and grabbed her hips, centering himself at her sex.

Her body glistened in that glorious pink blush from face to feet. Shit, he wanted to bathe in it.

“Are you ready?” he managed to strangle out.

“Ready?” she panted. “I’m still recovering.”

“We only just started.” He slammed into her on the last word. Growling out his desperation. The heat enveloped his dick like a solar flare, pulling him in deeper. He could feel beads of sweat form on his forehead, as he restrained himself from losing it.

Riggs held her right there braced on the counter, letting her body adjust to his length, and catch her breath. The urge to move and grind was too great to resist. He pulled out all the way to the tip, slow and smooth, every millimeter sucking along his skin in sublime pressure. Then plunged in to the hilt.

“Oh, God,” Skylar breathed.

“I want another one from you,” he growled. He tilted her back, angling her sex forward to give him even more access. Then repeated the motion several more times, painstakingly slow.

Her lustful expression reminded him of a pinup girl, so innocent and sweet…loving her first taste of deliciously bad behavior. There was nothing bad about Skylar. Every part of her was so good.

Tempting. Irresistible.

Watching her body respond to his touch, his plunging in and out of her, made her red bud emerge from her folds. Begging for more attention. As he thrusted, Riggs thumbed her clit. Rubbing, circling, loving on her pleasure center. Straining to keep from exploding before she had her second release.

Her eyes widened again, her little pants growing higher.

“That’s it, Sky…” He ground his teeth. “Ride me. Ride me right off the edge.”

Her head tilted back, and her nails gripped onto his chest. Scraping down his skin, leaving white trails as he pumped harder. Sublime torture.

Her legs tightened around his ass.

His sac tugged upward. Blinding heat surged his body.

Not yet. Just a few more…

Riggs’ knees shook, but he had to hold on. Hold back, until she reached that mountain top first.

Her sex squeezed around him in fast bursts. Siphoning his last restraint.

His release shot out of him like a swirling bottle rocket, her body milking him of every drop.

Eventually, he pulled her torso into his frame, holding onto her as his dick slipped from her body.

Drained. Satiated.

The room smelled like caramel and sex.

The rest of his brain felt like mush.

“I need a shower.” Skylar rubbed slow, soft circled on his bare back. “Care to join me?”

“When I can feel my legs again.”

 

Skylar

 

The steaming water was nothing compared the nuclear heat from their bodies. She relished the spray on her chest, running down her body to rinse between her legs.

Riggs lathered her back with the soap, his rough hands sliding across her smooth skin like her own personal, in-home massage.

Skylar turned, and took the bar from him. Rubbing a lather in her fingers, she handed it back, and washed his abs. So hard and defined, yet soft to the touch. She moved farther down to his dick and sac, letting the bubbles soothe around his shaft, slipping along his length and stretching him out to reach every pore. The added attention made him thicken.

He hummed his approval, and let his head rest against the tiles.

Water streamed down his chest. Careening over the white scar at his shoulder. A vicious, puckered spider web spanning out to the size of a Ping-Pong ball.

“What’s this from?” She trailed her finger around the edges.

Without opening his eyes, Riggs gave a small smile. “Got in a fight with a unicorn.”

She scoffed.

He looked at her with that charming mischievous expression she couldn’t resist. “Tattoo, to make me look tougher. Women dig scars, don’t they?”

“Only if they’re really gruesome. I’m an OR nurse. I’ve seen them all, so they need to impress me.”

Riggs chuffed out a laugh, his smile fading.

“Is that from Afghanistan?”

He nodded.

“How long did that take to heal?”

The muscles in his neck moved as he swallowed. His smile vanished. “A few months.”

“Where did you do your PT?”

“Walter Reed. I swear, my therapist was a former drill instructor. Mean ol’ bastard.”

“Perhaps he didn’t care for your adorable sense of humor.”

He shrugged the scarred shoulder, and rubbed his nose. “I wasn’t that funny back then.”

She cocked her head. “I have a hard time believing that.”

“I was angry.”

“PTSD?”

Something flashed across his face, or more specifically something vanished from his eyes. A light, that playful side she’d trusted when they’d first met. Now, it was gone.

“Lost a friend.”

She sighed, the familiar weight of loss dragging down her heart. I'm sorry had never made her feel better.

He turned, and scrubbed his face, the water spray harsh across his skin.

Clearly, his cue he didn't want to talk about it.

Another white scar marred his back, the same one from the other side of his shoulder. Where the bullet must’ve gone through.

Skylar ran her hands across his back, massaging his muscles. “Is that why you’re always telling jokes?”

“They say laughter is the best medicine.”

“You’re very good at making women laugh.”

“In a good way, I hope.”

Skylar dug into the few knots under his shoulder blades.

Riggs grunted.

She let go. “Sorry. Those are deep.”

“It’s a good pain. Keep going.” His hands dropped, reached behind him and grabbed onto her thighs.

She continued, digging into those nodules to rub them out. “Best medicine, I find, is a tussle in the sheets. Or on the kitchen counter.”

His fingers squeezed around her legs, to brace himself from the pressure. “They teach you that in nursing school?”

“You taught me that.”

“I can teach you a lot more.”

“Deal.”

“You free tomorrow?”

“My shift starts at three. But I’m off in the morning, or the day after.”

Riggs whirled again, giving her breasts a quick squeeze, then down to her ass. He pressed his clean body against hers, his dick thickening against her lower abdomen. “I want to take you somewhere.”

“What did you have in mind?”

“Be prepared to get dirty.”