They didn’t even make it to the bed before the clothes started coming off. Riley slammed the bedroom door shut with his heel, pinning Tasha against the wood. His mouth found hers again, more aggressive this time, his tongue demanding entry and claiming her with a hunger that left her lightheaded.
"God, you have no idea," Riley groaned, his voice a ragged rasp against her lips. "No f*****g idea how long I've wanted to do this."
"Then do it," Tasha whimpered, her hands frantically tugging at the hem of his shirt. "Stop talking and just… *please*, Riley."
He pulled back just enough to yank his shirt over his head, tossing it blindly into the corner. Tasha’s breath hitched as she looked at him. She’d seen him shirtless a thousand times—at the beach, in the gym, lounging around the apartment
