Page 17 of Riot’s Revenge

Six weeks into whatever it was, my back hit the apartment door seconds after we stumbled inside. The impact rattled the frame hard enough to shake the pictures hanging beside it, but Riot barely noticed. His hand slid into my hair immediately, tilting my head back while his mouth crashed against mine hard enough to pull a breathless sound from me.

Everything with Riot was intense, and the second he touched me, the rest of the world blurred into background noise.

His hands moved beneath my hoodie, rough palms dragging against bare skin while he backed me down the hallway toward the bedroom. My hoodie ended up abandoned near the kitchen. Riot’s kutte landed beside the couch a second later with a heavy thud against the hardwood floor. Neither of us slowed down long enough to care. By the time we reached the bedroom, both of us were breathing harder.

Riot stopped near the edge of the bed while I backed up toward it slowly, and the look he gave me sent heat curling low through my stomach instantly.

It wasn’t just attraction anymore. Plenty of men had looked at me like they wanted me before, but Riot looked at me like he was planning exactly how to take me apart.

“You keep staring at me like that,” I said softly, trying for casual and failing slightly, “and I’m gonna start thinking you’re obsessed.”

His mouth twitched faintly as he stepped closer. “Maybe I am.”

My pulse betrayed me immediately. Before I could recover enough to say something smart back, Riot grabbed my waist and pulled me flush against him hard enough to steal the air from my lungs.

The kiss turned heated immediately. His mouth moved against mine while his hands slid down my thighs, pushing my skirt upward inch by inch until his fingers dug into my skin hard enough to leave warmth behind. He gripped the edge of my panties and pushed them down until they hit the floor.

I gasped softly when he lifted me onto the edge of the mattress. “You’re pushy,” I informed him breathlessly.

“You like it.” Riot knelt long enough to tug my skirt down my legs before straightening up again, eyes dragging slowly over my body with an intensity that made my skin feel too tight. He leaned down and kissed me again, slower that time, deeper. His hand spread across my stomach while he pushed me back onto the mattress, broad body settling between my thighs with enough weight to make warmth flood through me instantly. His mouth moved to my neck as his hand pushed down the strap of my bra.

I lifted slightly and reached behind me to unclip the bra. It was barely off before he was capturing my nipple between his lips and sucking on it.

I tugged at the hem of his shirt impatiently.

Riot pulled back just enough to drag it over his head before tossing it somewhere behind him. My eyes dropped automatically to the tattoos stretched across his chest and stomach, my tongue darting out to lick my lips in anticipation.

Riot caught the look immediately. “That right there,” he muttered, pointing toward my face, “is why my ego’s outta control.”

I rolled my eyes. “You already had an ego problem.”

A low laugh rumbled out of him before he reached into the back pocket of his jeans and held up a condom between two fingers.

I blinked once before recognizing the silver wrapper. Extra-large.

Riot caught the realization immediately, smug satisfaction spreading slowly across his face.

“Oh my god,” I muttered. “Did you seriously bring your own?”

“Nurse,” he said calmly, “the last few times you’ve nearly strangled me with the regular-sized condoms.”

I stared at him in disbelief. “That is absolutely not what happened.”

“That thing was fighting for its life.”

A laugh escaped me before I could stop it, and Riot looked entirely too pleased with himself. “You’re unbelievable.”

“Prepared,” he corrected while tearing the wrapper open with his teeth. “Learned my lesson after the overlook.”

“You are never letting that go, are you?”

“Not a chance.”

I shook my head while laughing softly under my breath, but warmth spread through my chest anyway because somehow the stupid joke eased the last bit of tension still sitting between my shoulders.

Then Riot settled back over me properly, one hand sliding beneath my thigh while his forehead pressed briefly against mine.

His fingers brushed slowly along the inside of my thigh while his eyes searched my face like he was checking something before he kissed me again. He pushed a finger inside me, and when I gasped into his mouth, he smiled against my lips and added a second one.