Page 61 of Baited

She squirmed as his lips moved over her satiny flesh. A giggle sounded in her throat. “You’re an animal,” she laughed.

He grinned. “You have no idea. Keep wearing dresses like that if you want to find out.” She shoved at his shoulder and inched her way toward the seat, keeping her butt out of his reach.

One perfectly shaped eyebrow arched. “You’re blaming the dress?” Her fingers trailed a line of fire across his chest.

His hand closed around hers, stopping her. If he didn’t tear himself away from her, they’d never make it out of the driveway.

He scoffed. “Damn right.” He wrapped his hands around her slight hips and lifted her into the seat. “Now buckle up before you lose that dress in the driveway.”

Her mouth fell open. “You wouldn’t dare.” Her eyes sparked with interest. The front of his jeans tightened. Taking Riley in the driveway in broad daylight wouldn’t faze him.

“I wouldn’t test me if I were you…unless of course, you’re game.”

Her eyes drifted away from his. The faintest hint of a smile touched the corners of her mouth.

Every muscle in his body tensed. “You’d better not answer that.”

He shut the door and rounded the vehicle. By the time he’d buckled up and pulled out of the driveway, his need for Riley hadn’t dimmed.

She rested her head against the seat, her hands clasped in her lap, and her knees pressed tightly together. His hand instinctively moved to her thigh, his fingers sliding over her skin. Her muscles relaxed under his touch and her hand covered his. His brain filled with the soft scent of her from their lovemaking last night, her sharp intakes of breath resounded in his head from her climaxes. His hand tightened on the wheel and his jaw locked as he headed toward the airport. Riley was intoxicating. Being near her was like an alcoholic on a wine tour. He couldn’t get enough of her.

“Has it been a long time since you’ve seen Nate?”

Her question broke the silence and turned the direction of his thoughts. Nate had no place in his mind where Riley was concerned.

He cleared his throat. “It’s been a couple of months. I should probably warn you about him.” He loosened his death grip on the wheel and rested his fingers at the bottom of it. Riley’s thumb smoothed over his knuckles.

“Warn me?” A glance at her showed her face turned toward him, her brows furrowed with amusement. “About what?”

“He’s an idiot, that’s all.”

She laughed, the movement caused her hand to hitch his palm further up her leg. He stroked his fingers over the inside of her delicate flesh, remembering how she had reacted when he’d kissed the same spot. Her thighs tightened and her laughter faded on a gasp.

His fingers tensed, resisting the urge to trail the remaining couple of inches up her dress. Not now. Not when he’d have to see Nate’s stupid face in a few minutes.

“Why is he an idiot?” Her voice rasped through the interior of the truck.

If it weren’t so damn warm out he’d open his window to cool the heat that had spread across the back of his neck. “Just ignore almost everything he says. He’s a good guy, don’t get me wrong, but he’s an even bigger pain in the ass.”

Riley shook her head on a laugh and reached forward to adjust the cool air. A few minutes later, they pulled into the airport parking lot. He rounded the vehicle to help Riley out, but she was already on her feet by the time he reached her. He extended his arm to her and she moved into his side like a paperclip drawn to a magnet. She fit nicely under his arm, her hip brushed his and her hair tickled his bicep.

Nate was going to give him hell.

They waited at the luggage belt. Ethan checked his watch; Nate would have landed more than fifteen minutes ago.

“Goddamn, look at you sexy motherfuckers.” Nate came up behind him and nudged him in the back. Riley turned in his arm to face Nate.

She stuck her hand out. “Hi, I’m—”

Nate dropped his bag to the ground and pulled her into a hug. “I’ve heard all about you, honey. It’s nice to meet you.”

A dull throb started between Ethan’s temples as his eyes landed on Nate’s hands. One rested respectfully on Riley’s shoulder blades, the other on her lower back. Fuck, why had he thought Nate coming here would be a good idea? Nate had been here five seconds and already Ethan’s blood pressure had skyrocketed.

Nate backed away from her. “I’d better keep my hands off. Sasquatch looks ready to tear me to pieces.”

Ethan seethed.

Nate grinned, his eyes sparked mischievously and he pulled Ethan into a hug. “Good job, dude.” He mumbled next to Ethan’sear. Ethan slammed his palm against Nate’s back with enough force to shut him up.

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