…RILEY…
******
As if realizing himself, he chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck, looking slightly embarrassed. “ s**t. Sorry, that came out wrong. Just kidding. I meant…”
I tilted my head, watching the way his throat worked when he swallowed, the flicker of something dark and wanting in his eyes. “Actually…” I said, moving closer,. “Do it. Or are you scared?”
His brows lifted, that flicker in his eyes deepening.
I smirked. “What’s wrong, loyal husband? Afraid of crossing a line you already blurred?”
“Shut up." He smirked. His eyes were dark, focused, drinking in my flustered reaction. He guided me backward, pushing me onto the plush velvet of the oversized theater sofa. I collapsed onto it, the soft fabric a shocking contrast to his hardness.
He followed me down, not on top of me
