Following the thumping noise, she came upon Riley’s study, and pushed the partially ajar door fully open.
Lilly sucked in a breath as she stared in rapt awe at Riley running on a treadmill. He wasn’t as tall or bulky as Tallin, but his body was tight and corded, like that of a swimmer.
She stood in the doorway, barely breathing, knowing he couldn’t see or hear her.
His earbuds were in, his eyes closed, and his chest bare. Sweat rolled down his skin in rivulets that had her pussy clenching with desire. He only wore a pair of track shorts, his legs toned and muscular as he ran with precision.
His muscles flexed and bunched. His body was like a machine. She stood there until he slowed to a brisk walk and then quickly turned and left, not wanting to be caught staring at him.
Heading back to her room, she shut the door and breathed out. Closing her eyes, all she could feel was the pounding of her heart in her ears, and the feeling of her pussy getting wet.
Thinking about Tallin’s massive muscles and Riley’s toned perfection, all she wanted to do right at this moment was touch herself.
If she didn’t control herself she’d became insane with her lust and feelings for them. As it was her body was at a constant arousal, her breasts swollen and her nipples tight.
Her pussy was moist all the time, her clit so swollen it felt like her pulse was stationed there. Lilly couldn’t help her body’s reaction, and it wasn’t something she could ignore.
Pushing away from her door she went to the window and pulled the curtain aside. She just stared at the ground, and the snow covered trees, the way the disappearing moon made it seem like diamonds were scattered across everything.
Lilly must have stood there for a good twenty minutes, not able to go back to sleep, and not able to clear her mind.
There was a light rap on her door. “Lilly?”
She looked at the doorway, her heart pounding fast. Before she even said anything the door was pushed open and Riley stood there, his chest bare, a light sheen of water covering it.
He wasn’t in his workout attire anymore, and instead wore a pair of loose sweats, his feet bare. His hair was damp and in disarray from a clear shower, and he was void of his glasses.
Trying to control her expression and emotions, she swallowed and stepped away from the window. “Hi,” she said softly, her voice feeling tight, sounding like it, too.
“I saw you downstairs leaving my study. Can’t sleep?”
She shook her head.
“Do you want to talk?” He walked in and shut the door softly behind him.
I don’t know if what I want to talk about is the right thing to do.
He turned and glanced out the window when she didn’t respond, the muscles in his jaw clenched tight.
“Listen. I feel really bad about what happened between us.”
Her heart nearly stopped at his words. “What do you mean?” Was he now regretting it?
“I shouldn’t have put in you in that position, made you uncomfortable.”
I wasn’t uncomfortable, Riley.
“I was in the wrong, and I was being selfish. You have been through so much, we all have, and it wasn’t right for me to push it.”
He hadn’t looked at her when he spoke, just continued to stare out the window. Knowing what she was about to do could possibly ruin everything, she moved toward him, not wanting to deny herself any longer.
Life’s too short.
He turned his head toward her, a flicker of surprise going over his face at her sudden movement. She moved closer until they were standing chest to chest.
She lifted on her toes, cupped his cheeks, and brought his lips to hers. There was a moment when he didn’t kiss her back and she almost pulled away, but then his hand speared into her hair and urged her closer.
He gripped her waist with his other hand, clenching it slightly as his tongue ran over her lips, teasing and tempting her. She opened her mouth and moaned at the feel of his tongue sliding along hers.