Chapter Eleven
Her body hummed; her skin so sensitive, she ached. The orgasm he’d given her had taken her down completely, but then he’d revived her with kisses. Filled her up with the goodness of his embrace. He’d lit a fire in her, and now she was keyed up instead of relaxed.
He lay still beneath her, the same way they’d been for nearly an hour with her cocooned in his arms, his rock-hard shoulder beneath her cheek. His body, chiseled from years of training, was breathtaking…there was no other word for it.
He’d taken her with a force that had made her teeth chatter, filling her to the brink. At one point, she’d been scared of his size, but they had fit—perfectly—almost like they were made for each other.
The haze of pleasure that wound around them surrounded her like a protective dome, impenetrable by the outside world. A big part of her wanted to stay here, sheltered and protected. But now that the first wave of passion was spent, now that Riser was asleep, her mind returned to her hospital. To her daughter and her ex.
Was Mark at the hospital right now with Lily?
How was she supposed to lay here all night, worrying and not acting? Was she strong enough to do that?
She had to stay away; otherwise, Mark would take her and probably kill her. And yet, it was torture to imagine what might be happening and not know. To think about Mark anywhere near Lily’s bedside. She shifted restlessly as the raw pleasure morphed into raw pain.
Maybe she should wake Riser. Something told her it would help to talk to him, to have him reassure her again, but the bandage on his side was a reminder that he’d had a rough night too. He probably needed his rest. She couldn’t wake him now, but with restless energy coursing through her she couldn’t lie here and do nothing.
She gently lifted Riser’s arm from her shoulders and sat up.
The room was dark, with only a dusting of moonlight streaming through the window next to the bed, highlighting the masculine comforter piled near the footboard. All his furniture was dark wood, his home simple and unadorned with decorations.
Was this where he went to escape from reality? Had he brought other women here? Was she the first one he’d brought to this bed?
Don’t be silly. Of course he’d had other women here. Riser had been single as long as she’d known him. Hadn’t she seen him flirt with Cheri? With plenty of other women at the bar?
Laney’s fingers curled into the sheets, and her muscles tensed at the thought of Riser with other women.
Was she jealous? She’d known all along that he was the kind of guy who had a lot of women, and they’d only had this one night together. What right did she have to feel that way? What right did she have to feel anything?
She’d gone home to an isolated cabin with a sexy bachelor, and they’d had sex. It didn’t mean they were in a relationship or that he would ever want to be in one with her.
Or that she would want to be in one with him.
The last thing she needed was another man in her life, especially the kind of man who was always away, always in danger. So, he wouldn’t want any kind of relationship, and she didn’t want that kind of instability. Where did that leave them?
Laney speared her fingers through her hair, a derisive smile snarling her lips. Hadn’t she learned anything?
“Hey, come here,” Riser’s sleepy words had her head turning in his direction.
She took in his sexy face and her heart crawled up into her throat. It struck her that he was looking at her with fierce emotion, like…like she was already his. She couldn’t help but plant herself back down beside his body, any more than she could help glancing down at his huge manhood, hard and ready. Against her will, her womb clenched and her nipples tightened.
“Laney, are you okay?”
She didn’t like the way his concern was edging out, not one little bit. It made her feel…vulnerable. Not what she needed. No, she needed to take the edge off, and here was the perfect thing. Riser could make her forget, and she needed that right now more than she needed to breathe. In a brash move, totally unlike anything she’d ever done, Laney straddled his hips and gripped his wide length in her hand, guiding him into her entrance. His eyes narrowed, but she didn’t give him a chance to think. She sank down onto him fully in a violent movement that stole her breath. She braced her hands on his chest so that she wouldn’t fall as she adjusted to his size.
Riser’s hand slammed into her hips, and he held her in place, his jaw clenching as he arched. “Christ, Laney. You feel so fucking good.”
She lifted herself up and dropped down, impaling his length inside her just as hard, just as fast. Over and over she rode him, allowing the feelings to overtake her emotions, until she was just a moving mass of need, a tightening core of pleasure ready to explode. Riser helped her when her muscles got tired. He lifted her and slammed her down, both of them grunting and moaning in pleasure as they sought their release.
Laney exploded first, the sharp shards of the orgasm slicing through her senses. She felt him swell and explode inside her, filling her and possessing her body. She collapsed onto his chest, gasping for breath, so exhausted she could barely hold her eyes open. Riser wrapped his massive arms around her and stroked her hair, his body shuddering every few seconds beneath her. It was the most amazing experience she’d ever had with a man, and she clung to the cloud of happiness and fulfillment and allowed sleep to take her.