A Measure of Love (34 page)

“Lex,” he panted, his eyes half closed, “I’m close.” He grabbed
her wrists and slammed them to the bed before lifting her knees so that they were against his chest, letting him slide deeper.

She cried out his name, loud and beautiful, when his fingers found her clit and began playing her orgasm out of her. She rocked her hips in a way that he recognized and her pussy tightened around his cock.
Oh, thank God.
He never slowed, as his dick grew impossibly hard, knowing that watching and feeling Lexie come around him would catapult him into his own release.

“Come on, Lex. Please. Come.” He dragged his mouth down her throat. He shook his head and bit his lip hard, scrunching his eyes closed, feeling his balls tighten and his stomach clench in warning. He was going to come so hard.

Lexie rocked her hips and tensed, as she started to chant his name. Riley’s eyes shot open and he drove into her body so hard that she moved at least a foot up the bed. Unable to hold back any longer, he exploded inside of her, gripping her hips and bellowing loudly into the crease of her neck. She moved up and against him, his fingers never stopping on her clit until she arched her back and came with such force, her body almost pushed his out. She opened her mouth and moaned the most beautiful fucking sound Riley had ever heard. Blood thundered in his head as the pressure released from him into her.

Almost immediately, he collapsed on top of her, his head resting on her heaving chest as she breathed loud and fast. His hips finally slowed to long, languid strokes before he stopped altogether. Lexie placed her hand on his head and stroked her fingers through his hair. He was sure she would be able to feel his heart as it hammered behind his ribs.

He took a deep breath and blew it out of his cheeks. “Jesus, Lex. It’s the same. Every time.
Every
time. I just . . .”

She snaked her arms around his neck. “I know. Perfect.”

He lifted his head and smiled gently, anxiety skulking up his spine. It was usually at this point that the shutters came down in
her eyes and she pulled back, pushing him away, and the thought that it might happen again terrified him. “Are we okay?”

She nodded and kissed him softly, letting her tongue graze his lips. “I’ve never been happier. I don’t ever want to be without you again.”

An hour later, hot, spent, naked, and deliriously happy, Lexie handed Riley the glass of cold juice she’d commandeered from the kitchen and crawled back into bed with him. He took a quick sip before he placed it on the bedside table. He kissed her forehead as she settled in next to his warm body. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him closer, feeling her chest tighten at having him at her side again. The love, desire, passion, and yearning she felt could only be shown through the kiss she gave him when he smiled at her.

Holding his face, Lexie let her lips whisper over his, letting his breath enter her mouth. He sighed and moved closer, their tongues dancing together. His taste was incredible, and exactly as she recalled. Every aspect of their night together had been as good as she had imagined. As few bed partners as she’d had, Lexie knew that no one could or would ever fill her the way Riley did. Her body felt complete, nourished in a way that she only ever experienced with him.

She wrapped her arms tighter around his neck, trying not to think about the panic and hurt that had washed across his gaze when he asked if they were okay. Lexie knew she had only herself to blame and she hated it. She could only continue to reassure him; her body and heart craved him like nothing else. She bent her right knee, bringing it over his hip, and twisted her foot so it was between his legs, locking him against her. She moaned into his mouth when she felt his hard-on press against her thigh. There had
never been anything as intense as the thought of her turning Riley on. It drove her insane with desire.

“I’m sorry,” he murmured, dropping his lips to her neck.

“What for?” she asked, kissing his temple.

Lexie’s heart stammered when he didn’t answer. “Riley? What is it?” His eyes rested on the pillow at the side of her head. She ran her hands up his sides, letting her nails graze his skin up to his shoulders. A wave of goose pimples washed over his arms.

She kissed his cheek. “Please, talk to me. We have to talk. Whatever you’re worried about, you can tell me.”

The left side of his mouth rose. “You can’t help, because it’s you I’m worried about.”

She raised her eyebrows, waiting for him to continue. Riley shifted slightly and Lexie exhaled when his cock rubbed her in the most perfect way. She locked her legs tighter around his thighs, trying her hardest to focus on what he needed to say instead of the insane need she had to take him inside her body again.

He smirked, seemingly knowing exactly where her mind was at. Lexie smiled. “Tell me.” She traced an invisible circle on his back with her finger and he closed his eyes.

He sighed and placed both of his hands on either side of Lexie’s face. “I don’t want you to think that this,” he motioned downward with his chin to where their bodies were pressed together, “is all I care about.” His gaze was beautiful hazel and full of hope that she understood. “It’s so important to me, being with you this way, but it isn’t everything.”

His caution was heartwarming. Lexie didn’t want their reunion to be based on their ability to have amazing sex, either, but it had always been an integral part of who they were to each other. It was going to be a difficult balance, but Lexie knew they could achieve it.

“I don’t.” She continued to lift her legs slowly up his back so that her feet were resting on his ass. She fought the urge to push
him into her and watched as he glanced from her mouth to her eyes and back again. “We can have both. We’ve done it before.”

He closed his eyes, shook his head, and cleared his throat. “I’ll always need you like this. I need you to understand that.”

The fire that ignited in Lexie’s stomach was scorching, deep, and it traveled around her body at lightning speed. Her skin burned and her breathing hitched. She crushed her lips to his at the same time that she pushed her feet against his ass, lifting her hips to meet him. He growled against her mouth as he slipped into her again.

“Riley,” she panted, kissing his face, his neck, and his throat. “Want me, have me.” She pulled her face from his and waited for him to open his eyes. “I’m yours.”

His eyes widened and then he was kissing her again, desperate and hungry. He drove his hips and she bowed her back.

“Fuck.” He moaned when she did it again, desperate for the release,
this
release that was building throughout her body. Riley ground against her hard and messy, sensing her need.

“So deep,” she gasped.

He licked her from shoulder to ear. “I want to taste you,” he panted, pushing into her farther. “Touch you.”

Lexie felt her orgasm grow stronger with each syllable that came from his mouth. “Kiss you. Lex.” She called out as her body began to pulse hard and relentlessly. He slammed into her one last time and they came together quickly, the sensation intense and scorching hot.

He bent his head back, closed his eyes, and through gritted teeth growled out his release. Lexie swiveled her hips, trying to make the pulses of her orgasm last as long as she could. Her whole body throbbed from head to foot and every space in between. She looked up at Riley. His eyes were still shut as he rode out the end of his own orgasm. Lexie felt her heart swell further. She loved him with a love that couldn’t be expressed in words.

As their breathing began to settle and Lexie’s heart slowed, his
grip on her body loosened and he relaxed, slumping gently against her. He nestled his head under her chin. Lexie wrapped one arm around his shoulders and placed her other hand on his head, stroking his damp hair. The burn on her skin from his beard rubbing all over her was sexier than anything she’d ever felt, and feeling his weight on her was the most comforting feeling in the world. She felt safe, warm, and wanted.

“I need to sleep, but . . . Noah.”

Lexie smiled. Yeah, that might be an awkward conversation if Noah came in for morning snuggles to find Riley there. “It’s okay,” she assured him. “I’ll wake you.”

They didn’t speak again. They didn’t need to.

Lexie simply listened to Riley’s breathing as it slowed and settled into a sleeping rhythm, knowing that there was no place on Earth she’d rather be.

·   ·   ·

Even with his eyes closed, Riley had the weird feeling that he was being watched. He shifted into a small stretch, smiling when he felt Lexie snuggle closer into his side, her hand placed on his stomach, as she nuzzled his neck.

His eyes snapped open when he was poked in the cheek.

Noah stood at the side of the bed, hands behind his back, his shoulders moving back and forth.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

“Um, hey, buddy.” Riley adjusted the covers of the bed, making sure nothing was on show.

Noah cupped a hand to the side of his mouth. “Did yous have a sleepover?” he whispered in that loud way kids seemed to do.

Riley smirked. “Yeah. You know, I was so tired after our busy day at the birthday party yesterday that I had to sleep here.” It was half the truth. He
had
been tired. Lexie had then zapped any energy he’d had left over. Twice.
Christ.

“With Mommy.”

Riley cleared his throat. “Yeah.” He glanced at the alarm clock: 6:45. “So have you been out in the car and picked up breakfast yet?”

“No, silly.” Noah shook his head. “I’s too small to drive. Mommy makes me cereals.”

Riley chuckled. “Okay, man. How about we leave Mommy to sleep, you go downstairs, and I’ll join you in two minutes and get you that cereal.”

Noah grinned, turned, and ran out of the bedroom without a word spoken. Riley smiled at the sound of his little feet thundering down the stairs. He rolled over gently, making sure Lexie was still asleep. He kissed her softly and she mumbled something unintelligible before he carefully climbed out of bed and threw his clothes on.

Downstairs, he found Noah sitting on the edge of the sofa, feet dangling, watching a cartoon on TV. Riley leaned over the back of the couch. “So tell me, Noah, have you ever had pancakes?”

Wide hazel eyes met Riley’s. “I loves pancakes.”

“That’s good news, because I make the best pancakes in the whole wide world. Wanna help me?”

Noah jumped up and barreled into the kitchen. Riley followed with a grin. “I’ll take that as a yes.” Noah was already pulling a small bright red step stool toward the fridge when Riley entered after him.

He stood on the steps and opened the fridge door, pointing inside. “Eggs and milk are in there.”

Riley laughed softly. “You
do
know how to make pancakes.”

“Yep. Grandma showeds me.”

Riley grabbed out what he needed and laid it on the countertop. “Where does Mommy keep everything?”