Riley's POV

He carried me to my bedroom. The room was dimly lit, the air heavy with anticipation. He turned to me, his eyes dark with lust.

"You're so beautiful, Riley," he murmured, his hands tracing the curve of my hips.

I leaned in, pressing my lips to his. Our kiss deepened, our tongues tangling as our bodies pressed together. He cupped my breast, his thumb brushing over my nipple. I gasped, arching into his touch.

"You like that?" he asked, a wicked smile playing on his lips.

"Yes," I ...