Chapter 17: Erin

Erin was a goner.

Riley wrapped his arms around her, picked her up. Erin yelped, but he moved too fast. One moment she was sitting on his lap, the next she was on her back, laid out on the lounge. He grinned down at her, far too pleased with himself. Her heart did a painful somersault. She couldn't even tell herself to lower her expectations because she already knew he wasn't a selfish lover.

He dipped his head, their noses bumping before he kissed her mouth. She curled her arms around his shoulders. His hand slid past the waistband of her yoga pants and into her panties. She groaned, already acquainted with his talented fingers. He cupped her mound, stroking her folds. She groaned and lifted her hips, but he kept the contact gentle.

Erin's body was too hot, her insides twisted up with need. If she didn't come soon, she'd burst. Riley clearly had a slower pace in mind, but she couldn't handle that. Not right now. She was too raw.

She slid her hands down his chest, but the farth