Page 50 of The One Night Match
“I don’t want to go to your bed.”
“Our bed.”
I glare up at him, but he’s too focused on climbing the stairs, holding me against him with more care than you’d expect from a man with his reputation.
“You can glare at me all you like, Kitten. You’re still sleeping in our bed.”
He steps into the bedroom, finding Mr. Whiskers standing at the end of the bed, glaring at us, obviously annoyed by how late we’re coming to bed.
Cruz carefully lowers me to my feet by the end of the bed, and without hesitation, he reaches for the hem of my T-shirt and pulls it over my head, leaving me standing before him in my matching bright pink sports bra and shorts.
His eyes move over me with hunger a moment before he slips his fingers into the waistband of my shorts, shoving them down my thighs before I can come to my senses.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” I slap at his hand when he reaches for my sports bra.
“Changing my wife for bed.”
I’m about to argue when he dips his head and crashes his lips to mine, stealing any argument I may have had straight from my mouth.
TWENTY-SIX
CRUZ
Kissing Riley is like breathing for the first time every time.
I felt it in the club that first night, and every time I’ve stolen a kiss since, but it’s one of the many reasons I refuse to let her walk away from me.
She thinks I don’t know she’s trying to push me to the edge with the nonsense she keeps bringing into the house. First the furniture, then the giant cat tree in the middle of my office, and now the dog she doesn’t know I know is Lexi’s friend’s.
What she doesn’t seem to realize is that I’m not going to let her go. She can push and push and push, but at the end of the day, I’m going to be the one to have the last laugh.
While she’s distracted by my lips on hers, I hook my fingers beneath the band of her sports bra and lift it over her head, only releasing her lips for long enough to get her almost completely naked against me.
The only thing that remains is the flimsy lace of her panties, but I leave them in place.
For now.
I drag her against me, reveling in how soft her skin is as I drag my calloused palms up her waist. She’s too good for me. Way too fucking good. But I can’t stop. I won’t.
I need her like I need my next breath, like I need my heart to keep beating, and her resistance only seems to make me fall harder.
An obedient Mafia princess never would have kept my attention. But Riley? She’s everything I never knew I needed, and there’s no way in hell I’m letting her go.
“Cruz,” she murmurs against my lips. “We shouldn’t do this.”
“Oh, we absolutely should.” I drag a hand down her stomach, slipping just beneath the waistband of her panties in a silent promise. “I bet you’re soaked for me, Kitten.”
“No,” she whimpers, as I bite down on her bottom lip.
“Yes.” I smirk. “Is your pretty pussy clenching, desperate for everything she knows I’ll give her?”
Riley shakes her head, but her pupils are blown, desire clear within the brilliant blue.
I chuckle and dip my fingers beneath the delicate lace, giving her more than enough time to stop me if she really wants to.
But we both know she doesn’t want to. That she wants this just as badly as I do.
Her mind might know, but her body betrays her.
