Ria orders him to take her to bed

RIA

Leaning in towards his ear, I whispered, "I don't just want to be your friend anymore, Connor. I NEVER wanted to be just your friend. Not even a friend with 'benefits.' I want more, and-" I kissed him again, fighting the ferocity of his tongue against mine. "and I want it tonight."

He pulled away, not believing what he was hearing. "You mean-?"

"I mean take me back to the cabin right fucking now."

...

We barely made it inside before we started attacking one another. I yanked off my shirt and jacket-threw them to the floor-and jumped into Connor's arms, topless except for my skimpy black bra.

Our lips mashed together. My breasts crushed against his bomber jacket. My arms snaked around his neck, holding on like a python.

You couldn't have pried us apart with a crowbar.

Once he came to his senses, Connor's hands found my butt and refused to let go.

"Mmm! Upstairs! Now!" I growled.

Carrying me like I weighed nothing, my muscular lover raced up the staircase, ran into the guest bedroom, and threw me aggressively onto the king size mattress.

With shaking hands, Connor stripped off his clothes as fast as he could: jacket, boots, jeans-

I bit my lip in anticipation as his underwear came into view, an enormous bulge stretching out the dark blue cotton.

God, he was big. I'm not a size queen or anything, but Connor had a DAMN nice cock, and the thought of it filling up my body sent an anxious shiver down my spine.

I propped myself up on my elbows, thrusting out my chest-showing off the delicate lace bra my husband had bought me for my birthday.

I didn't want to wear it, anymore.

"Suck on my tits," I commanded.

Connor was happy to oblige. Leaping onto the bed, he violently yanked down the flimsy black bra straps and dropped his face into my naked cleavage. I moaned from the stimulation of my nipples dragging across Connor's handsome, chiseled features as he licked and suckled.

"Oh yeah..." he groaned.

While Connor feasted on my boobs, I wiggled out of my jeans-and his fingers immediately stabbed down beneath the waistband of my panties. Moaning, I clenched my fists around his shirt and stripped it off his torso-revealing that perfectly smooth, absurdly muscular chest.

No man should be allowed to look that sexy.

My hips writhed, out of control-smearing honey across Connor's entire hand.

I was so wet, so hot, so ready, so desperate for Connor's gorgeous big cock...

My eyes flicked over to the bedside clock:

11:43

Hell and damnation! It still wasn't midnight?!

What difference did seventeen little minutes make, anyway? What harm could there possibly be? For all I knew, Shane hadn't been able to wait, either. What if he and Tracy were already off somewhere, screwing each other's brains out?