Page 62 of Riff

My eyes drifted closed.

And my mind immediately drifted to all the many times over the past several days that Riff had been home that he’d let me kiss him, when he’d kissed me back, gently teasing me with his lips, tongue, and teeth until the ache of longing made it hard to breathe.

Alone in the tub, the need reignited, a heaviness in my breasts, a thrumming sensation between my thighs, and a pressure on my lower stomach.

The water that had been nothing but comfort a moment ago suddenly felt sensual as it moved over my skin and I shifted my position to ease the ache between my thighs.

When pressing my legs together did nothing to ease the ache growing between, instinct had my hand slipping down my body, little sizzles of desire left in its wake, before my fingers teased between my thighs.

There was a second where I tensed before I took a deep breath and filled my mind with thoughts of Riff, something that chased away anything else that threatened to steal this moment from me.

My breath went slower and deeper as my fingers slipped up my cleft, finding my clit, and teasing it gently, feeling the need grow stronger with each passing moment until, like a sun breaking through a storm-weary sky, pleasure started to take root and grow, spreading as my hips rocked and my fingers teased.

I was so absorbed in the sensations, in the reclamation of this part of myself, that I didn’t hear the footsteps, didn’t even notice the door opening until I heard someone’s breath gasp.

My eyes shot open, rounding, as I looked over, seeing Riff frozen on the spot.

My mind flashed back to leaving the door open when I’d been scrubbing the tub, not wanting the scent of cleaner to get trapped in the room and give me a headache.

And when I kicked it closed, I totally forgot to slide the lock like I normally would.

“Fuck. I’m sorry,” Riff said, rushing to grab the doorknob again.

“No,” I found myself saying, voice high, a little desperate. “Don’t go,” I added, watching how his wide chest expanded as he sucked in a deep breath.

“Vienna…”

“Stay,” I said again.

This time, his eyes slid open, his gaze drifting over to where my upper body was slightly out of the water, my breasts exposed, nipples tight. And I swear the way his eyes slid over them only managed to make them get even harder.

His gaze slid lower, following the way my hand disappeared between my legs.

Desire reignited as a rumbling sound moved through him. His gaze when it rose to mine again was molten.

“Darlin’…”

I couldn’t quite find the words to say anything, so my free hand rose from the bath, water dripping from my heated skin onto the ground as I reached out toward him.

Riff didn’t hesitate.

He was across the small room in a blink, dropping down onto his knees beside the tub, and taking my hand in his, pulling it up to press a kiss to my knuckles.

I slid my hand up to his wrist. Then, before I could overthink it too much, I pulled his hand with mine under the water, pressing it against the hand between my legs.

Riff’s breath shook as his fingers gently pressed against mine, pushing them against my clit, and dragging a little whimper out of me.

I let him guide my fingers for a few moments, the pleasure starting to build.

Eventually, though, the urge to feel him actually touch me won out. I let my hand slide away, and as his hand pressed up against me, Riff’s gaze cut to mine, a silent question in his gaze.

Taking a deep breath, I let my legs fall open in invitation.

Because that was what this was.

Something I wanted.

Something I was in control of.

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