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My mouth had gone dry, but as I put on my signal and headed back toward the freeway, I said, “Maybe we should get back to the hotel.”

Riley didn’t say a word.

But the way he adjusted himself in the passenger seat said it all.

Not a moment too soon, Riley dragged me down onto his hotel bed. We’d made it as far as kicking off our shoes and peeling off our shirts, but we were still too damned dressed. My jeans were way too tight. His were in the way, keeping my hands off that amazing ass and thick, hard cock.

We shifted onto our sides, and we made a little headway. His belt was unbuckled. The top button of my fly was popped. ButI was just too damn busy touching his hot skin and exploring his mouth, and he seemed preoccupied with kissing me and dragging his hands all over me. I wanted him naked, but more than that, I wantedhim.

His hair was long enough now for me to grab a handful of it, and I did exactly that, pulling his head back and kissing his throat.

“Jesus fuck,” he rasped, grinding against me. “Tell me what you want, baby.” I loved how he sounded when he was pleading. “Anything. Tell me…”

I nipped the side of his neck as I slid my other hand down his bare back. What did I want? Him. That was all there was to it.

Except… no. I wanted more.

“Do you feel like bottoming?” My own words made my head spin with need and nerves.

Riley pulled back enough to meet my gaze, and his eyes were huge. “Do you feel like topping?”

For all the reasons I’d shied away from topping for so long, the answer came surprisingly quickly and easily: “I want to fuck you.”

He closed his eyes as a shiver went up his spine. “Oh, God, yeah…”

Exhilaration chased away the fear and nerves. “Yeah?”

He licked his lips, and when he opened his eyes again, they were on fire. “I wasn’t lying when I said I’ve fantasized about it.” He slid his hand down over my clothed cock, grinning when I rutted into his palm. “If the question is, do I want you to fuck me, the answer is pretty much always going to behell yes.”

I somehow found my breath. “Good. Because that is definitely the question.”

He held my gaze, then moved in and kissed me hard and messy, still rubbing my hard-on through my pants. My lingeringnerves faded away because holy shit, no one had ever made me feel this wanted. Thiscraved.

And that was before he broke the kiss and whispered, “Fuck me, Nolan. Please?”

I slid my hand up his back, and I loved the way he whimpered when I grabbed another fistful of his hair. “That what you want? You want me to fuck you?”

“Please?” He moved his hand out of the way and thrust against me, letting me feel his erection through our partially undone clothes. ”God, baby, I want you.”

I couldn’t help the growl that emerged from my throat, and I kissed him hard enough to swallow those amazing little sounds he made. All my history and hurt be damned, I wanted to be inside him, and I wanted thatnow.

I gripped his hair tighter and purred, “We should get the lube.”

The response was somewhere between a whimper and “fuck yes.”

Somehow, we pried ourselves apart enough for him to grab the bottle off the nightstand. While we were at it, we took off the last of our clothes, and when we came back together—oh God, yeah. I loved the way our bodies fit together. I loved how his hard-on felt when it was trapped alongside mine between us.

“You sure about this?” he mumbled between kisses. “About fucking?”

“Uh-huh. Been… been thinking about it.”

He moaned and rutted harder against me. “Please, baby…”

Ooh, I loved the sound of him begging for me.

I had a flicker of temptation to ask him to get on top and ride me, but I shoved that thought away. Trying to get past my inhibitions about topping someone at the same time I pushed past the ones about someone on my lap—that sounded like a recipe for disaster. Instead, I went with, “Turn around?”

The heat in his eyes almost made me groan. Riley was so damn responsive when he was hot, and now I was going to have him facing away from me?

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