CHAPTER SIX

Skylar

Skylar’s hangover was easy to handle. Nursing school had taught her how to prevent one as well. Because she had some serious work to do before her next date with Riggs. Least of all was to Google him and stalk him on social media.

Only to find the man didn’t have an account. On any platform.

“Totally strange,” she said out loud to her laptop, then set it on her coffee table. She didn’t have time to stew in it, or wonder why he used business cards. Which reminded her to ask him what he did for a living.

First on the agenda was a shower, and a complete body shave. She switched off the small flat-screen television she’d turned on for background noise, and went into the bathroom, dropping off her empty coffee mug in the small kitchen along the way. Her mind was like a hamster wheel—there was so much to do, and not a lot of time. Per usual, she’d be driven to distraction by another item on her to-do list.

This time, her to-do list was socially oriented.

Sexually oriented.

Because for the first time in years, Skylar wanted sex.

Sex with Riggs.

Her sole experience in the bedroom arena was a single, pitiful excuse for a boyfriend back in college, with no happy ending. Then she’d thrown herself into nursing school, focused only on her studies and passing exams. She knew a man’s anatomy forward and backward, and had seen more than her fair share of franks and beans during surgeries. But…she’d never experienced a real lover. Never had a man-induced orgasm.

Skylar took extra care with her makeup, and curled her hair instead of just throwing it back. Her off-the-shoulder mint-green shirt was her favorite casual outfit, one she hadn’t worn in forever, having lived in medical scrubs the last few years. Her jeans hugged her hips like a glove. She easily visualized Riggs sliding them off later.

By the time he arrived at her door, she’d been having foreplay with him in her mind for hours.

His casual gray T-shirt and dark jeans fit her imagination well. “Ready to go, gorgeous?”

“Where’re we headed?”

He’d said something about an appetite.

Doesn’t that mean he’d stay here for a feast?

“Trust me.” Riggs held out his hand, his smile so enticing, she didn’t hesitate.

A quick drive later, and a huge lake spread out before her. With dozens of tents, and a large stage at the other end. Rock music blared from speakers easily heard in the parking lot. Skylar stepped out of his truck, and her mouth instantly watered.

Barbecue hung thick in the air. Sweet, smoked, spicy—different kinds from the various tents mingled together in an intoxicating flavor that made her tummy rumble.

Riggs came up behind her, and lazily draped an arm around her waist. “No better way to learn about Texas than her barbecue.”

“You know the way to a girl’s heart.”

“That I do,” he whispered in her ear.

Goosebumps raced down her neck and into her spine.

“Through her stomach. All the best places are here, vying for top spot in the cook off. So, taste them all, and find your favorite,” he said.

She slipped her fingers into one of his belt loops on his jeans.

Strange idea for a date, but it works.

After tasting the various popular barbecue joints and finding her favorite, they stopped and listened to the band for several songs. The lake in the background kept a decent breeze blowing across the field, and provided an ideal backdrop. Especially for a girl from Chicago, used to seeing Lake Michigan in almost every glance out her car window.

Skylar had stopped looking at the lake two summers ago. Couldn’t bear the memory of that day. The lake before her now didn’t give her the same anxiety. This one felt warm, inviting, peaceful.

Or perhaps it was Riggs beside her.

The sun beat down on her shoulder, and with all the hot meat roasting around them, she soon wiped a sheen from her neck.

“You’re working up a sweat.” He lifted her hair, and blew across her skin.

Her sex throbbed, instantly wet, and she bit her lip.

“It’s hot out here. Ready to go?” he asked.

Am I ever.

“Sure.”

Back in the truck, the A/C felt like a Godsend. “I don’t know if I'll ever get used to the heat down here.”

“You will. What you’ll have a hard time with is the drought.”

“That bad down here?”

“Going on ten years now. But not to worry.” Riggs glanced over, and threaded his fingers through hers on the console between them. “I’ve got a raincheck ready to cash in. If you are.”

Her heart leapt, which she fought to tamp down. “How fast can this sucker go?”

His teasing gaze pinned her to her seat. “As fast as you want it, sweetheart.”

Riggs

Skylar’s house reminded him of an Ikea catalog. Functional and comfortable furniture with storage doubling as decor. The bright curtains in her living room matched her personality.

“This is so you.” Riggs watched her lock the front door.

Then she tossed her keys in a little dish on top of a waist-high bookshelf.

“Nurse on a budget.”

He grinned. “It’s adorable. Just like you.”

Her blush made his heart weaken a bit.

“Care for a drink?” she asked.

“Sure. After.” He held out his hand.

Skylar slowly moved across the room, and her mouth curved up. The freckles on her nose were a little more pronounced with the few hours of sun outside.

He took her hand, and pulled her in.

Her breasts pushed up against his chest, and her hips pressed flush against his.

Riggs claimed her mouth, sweetly…patiently. Teasing her with the promise of what was to come. “You ready to cash in your raincheck?”

She licked his lip. “And then some.”

“Then I’ll let you drive. Whatever you want.”

A shy look crossed her face, and her fingers trailed down his chest. Only to grab the hem of his shirt, and pull it over his head. “Well, fuck,” she murmured.

“What?

Her hands traced the edges of his pectoral muscles. “You’re chiseled from granite. This is wholly unfair.”

“I agree, not fair at all. You’re still wearing a shirt.”

Skylar bit her lip again, making his dick harden. Her thumb found the white scar at his shoulder, the size of a silver dollar. “That looks like it hurt.”

“Not as much as you’re fall from heaven.” He smiled.

She smirked. “Come up with that all by yourself?”

“I was inspired.” He lifted the hem of her shirt, and skimmed her stomach. Smooth and silky under his fingers. “This shirt looks itchy. You should take it off.”

With a hitch in her breath, she pulled her own shirt off, and dropped it on the floor. Her curls landed just above the hem on her strapless purple bra.

He swallowed. Stunning breasts, and looked the perfect size for his palms. Plump and firm. Riggs ached to bury his face between them. The sun had kissed her shoulder from the afternoon at the park, and he wanted to taste her. “Now that's unfair,” he admitted.

“What is? Skylar asked.

“You have complete mind control with those beauties.”

She grabbed his hands from her waistline, and brought them to her breasts. Covering his palms with her own. Her breath hitched.

Massaging them was instinctual. So was slipping his finger inside the hem, and grazing along her nipple.

Skylar reached behind her, and unclasped the hooks, then dropped the bra to the floor.

Riggs wanted to beg at the site. Beautiful pink nipples, perky and at full attention. He lowered his mouth to one, drawing the sweet bud into his mouth.

Yes, perfect fit.

She tilted her head back, scraping her nails along his scalp.

The sensation shot straight to his dick. Oh, how he could take her right now on the couch or on her coffee table. He’d have to concentrate extra hard to keep himself in control. With a beauty like Skylar, he’d certainly be pushed to his limits.

Time to drive her to hers.

Riggs suckled like an ice cream cone. Her skin was sweet and savory. Her soap must’ve had a touch of vanilla, because he just wanted to keep licking along her areola.

Skylar gripped the sides of his head, and yanked him up to eye-level. “Not that I don’t adore your mouth, but we’ve been at this foreplay for two days. I’m going to explode.”

“That’s the point.” Riggs cupped her neck, and molded his mouth to hers. Tasting her, as he sashayed her backwards to the couch.

When she lay back on the cushions, he knelt on the floor beside her, and helped her out of her jeans and panties, pulling them down together.

The sight of her naked, smooth sex, he couldn’t help himself. He glided his hand up her thigh. Goosebumps rose along her skin, until he reached her apex.

The soft, bare skin between her legs was silky, and so inviting. Slipping his finger in her seam felt so natural. So damn hot.

Skylar was already so wet for him, and he caressed her swollen clit in small, slow circles.

Her body bucked and twitched, and her moans were like a siren calling for his dick.

“I’m so ready, Riggs. I want you.”

Her words were music to his ears. Hot, sultry, sexy music…the perfect soundtrack.

“I’ll make you shatter. Just let me do all the work.” Riggs swirled along that little bud again, then slid two fingers inside her.

So damn hot and tight.

She threw her head back with a gasp. Her moans escalated in pitch, and her body undulated against his hand.

The second her sex started pulsing around his fingers, he drooled. “Hell, yeah, Skylar.”

She groaned. Then gripped the side of the couch, her knuckles white.

Riggs continued to pump in and out, and used his thumb to swirl her swollen nub even larger. Her essence slid down his fingers. “That’s it, honey. Just ride it out. Ride my hand like a stallion.”

Her face and breasts turned pink. Her moans turned to little pants.

His cock ached for a release, stretching farther as if it could sense her sex. He shucked off his pants and briefs, and pulled out a condom from the pocket. If there was a world record for slipping on a rubber, Riggs probably just broke it.

Skylar licked her upper lip, her eyes closed. Like she savored the ecstasy still throbbing through her body.

He so desperately wanted to feel that throbbing.

Crawling slowly on top of her, he kissed up her stomach, along her breastbone, up to her neck. “Are you ready?” he rasped.

Her eyes flew open. “There’s more?”

He would’ve chuckled if he weren’t straining so hard to keep from exploding. “Many more.”

Her gaze widened. “I’ve never…”

“Had multiple?”

Skylar shook her head, clearly embarrassed.

“Oh, honey, that’s a crime.”

“I didn’t even know that was…real.”

Now, he did chuckle. “Sugar, we’re just gettin’ warmed up. We have all night.”