Page 73 of Rating the Book Boyfriend

Unbidden tears sting the backs of my eyelids, and I run my fingertips down his cheek. “I think we are too. Have you ever done that before?”

He nods. “Only with one woman though.”

“Lucinda?”

Riggs chuckles a little. “Definitely not. It was a woman I dated a few years ago.”

“Did you love her?” I regret the words as soon as they leave my mouth because if he says yes…

“I did.”Fuck, why does that give me an irrational sense of jealousy?“I met Anastasia at a photo shoot in Florida. We hadgood chemistry on camera, so I thought I’d ask her out. We dated for almost two years, and she’s the only woman I’ve ever said those three little words to.”

Great. A model.

“What happened?”

“She moved to Arizona to take care of her father, and the long-distance thing was too hard. She asked me to move out there with her, but I didn’t want to leave my family.” The high I’ve been riding is rapidly sinking, but Riggs kisses my forehead. “I’m glad I didn’t though because then I probably wouldn’t have met you.”

“Okay, Romero. Are you trying to swoon me right out of my panties?”

“You’re not wearing panties,” he whispers conspiratorially, and I giggle.

“Have I told you what a good book boyfriend you are?”

“I’m still waiting on my gold stars,” he complains.

“I’ll see what I can do.” Wrapping an arm around his waist, I kiss his chin. “And I would like it if we didn’t have to use condoms.”

He hardens instantly against my stomach. “Starting now?”

CHAPTER 23

Libby

Riggs rolls on top of me, and I cradle his hips with my thighs as he holds up his weight on his elbows. With gentle lips, he sucks at my mouth as the round head of his erection finds my center.

“I’m not even inside you yet, and I can already tell you’re going to blow my mind,” he whispers. Then he reaches over and flicks on the bedside lamp. “I want to watch your face the first time I take you raw.”

My arousal, which had been perfectly satisfied only moments ago, rears its needy head.

“You are so beautiful,” I tell him, cupping his face as he rotates his hips and grinds against my clit.

His smile takes my breath away. “There you go stealing my lines again, Libby-girl.”

We both gasp when his tip breaches my entrance, and the muscles of his jaw clench into steel as he pushes in a little further. His cock is hot and smooth, stretching my swollen tissues as he bores into me with unhurried precision.

I close my eyes and wrap my arms around him until our bodies are flush. “Riggs, it’s… god, so good. Better than I expected.”

He drops kisses on my eyelids and then my lips. “Open your eyes for me, sweetheart.”

I do and find him looking down at me, his blue eyes a muted cobalt. Then he takes the rest of me until our bodies are flush. And he holds himself still. I’m lost in the moment, in his tender gaze.

This intense stare down we’re having should feel uncomfortable, but it doesn’t. It seems like the most natural thing in the world, being studied by this incredible man. His eyes hold mine hostage as he pulls out and slides back in with aching slowness.

“You’re like silk around me, Liberty. I think this is the most perfect moment of my life.”

I’ve never cried during sex. Never felt such a pervasive draw to another person that liquid feels compelled to escape my tear ducts. But it happens now. A single droplet spills over my eyelid and makes a track down my temple. Before it can reach my hairline, Riggs’s lips kiss it away.

“I know, baby,” Riggs whispers. “I feel it too.”

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