Riley would have to be very careful.
He dug his fingers into her hair and bent her head backward. She sighed and her body slumped against him. He was learning her ways, the things that made her tick.
Riley used his grip on her hair to turn her then walk Erin back until they ran into the mattress.
"Sit," he said.
"I didn't think you liked giving orders." She perched on the edge of the mattress, one leg crossed over the other.
"You like taking them, so I do what I can."
She arched a brow at him but couldn't hide the way her skin tinged pink. He bumped her chin with his fingers and buzzed her lips with a kiss. He wasn't stupid enough to think this side of her extended beyond the bedroom.
Riley backed away, memorizing the picture she made sitting there on the bed. Her crossed legs seeme
