Page 27 of Solitary Man

“This is so cool,” she said, taking everything in.

“There’s an outhouse around the side of the barn if you need it later.”

She screwed up her face. “An outhouse?”

She was cute when she did that, and I couldn’t stop my chuckle. “Yep.”

“Well, if I have to go out during the night, you’re coming with me. I have no desire to be eaten by wolves while I’m peeing.”

I chuckled again. I didn’t do it often, but I liked it. And I liked the look on Riley’s face when I did. I dipped my chin. I’d take her to the outhouse if she needed it, I’d take her anywhere she wanted to go.

I motioned to the bed. “Climb in. Get warm. I’ll be back.” I headed for the stairs to use the outhouse myself and grab a couple more blankets since it was cool tonight and I wanted Riley warm.

When I climbed back up a short time later, she had one of the lanterns by the bed going and was under the covers.

Her gaze dropped to the extra blankets. “Quick, get in, I need my husband to keep me warm.”

My chest expanded from my sharply indrawn breath. I wanted her to call me that every day, all day. I’d never get enough of it. It made all this feel real. I wasn’t on my own anymore. I had Riley. She was mine.

But I wasn’t sure if she was ready for me to warm her the way I really wanted to tonight. Hell, every night since I’d picked her up at the general store close to a week ago.

I put one of the blankets on the chair by the bed and flicked out the other one, spreading it over her. She eyed me over the edge of the covers and didn’t look away as I grabbed the back of my shirt and tugged it off over my head and tossed it onto the chair as well. No, her eyes dipped, gaze moving over my chest, down to my hands working my belt loose.

If she didn’t look away now, she’d see how hard I was.

She’s had you in her hand, her mouth. There’s nothing to be embarrassed about. Still, my face warmed.

I expected her to avert her gaze, but as usual, my little wife surprised me and lifted to her elbows. To get a better view? My pulse thundered in my ears. I shoved my pants down, tossing them and my socks aside as well, leaving me in only my briefs.

My gaze slid over her—

Oh God.

Her shoulders were bare.

Was Riley naked under there?

Was I finally going to see her breasts? Was I finally going to get to touch them? Suck on her nipples? I’d seen them straining against her shirt, and not knowing what they looked like, how they felt against my lips, my tongue, had been driving me insane. I wanted it so bad.

What if you lose control?

I shook that thought loose. I wouldn’t. How could I when all I wanted to do was take care of her? I’d keep control because I had to. The idea of hurting her made me sick to my stomach. Sex might not even be on the table tonight. I was okay with that, really I was. I was thankful for anything Riley gave me.

I’d happily bury my face between her thighs and stay there all night.

“Are you getting in?” she said softly. Her breathing had changed to shallow pants.

I’d been so caught up in the idea of seeing her naked, I hadn’t noticed the way she was staring at my cock.

Lust washed over me so hard and fast I had no choice but to grab myself over my briefs and squeeze. Riley sat up and pulled the covers back. The sheet dropped away, revealing one full breast, pale and round, tipped with a mouthwatering rose-colored nipple.

“Riley,” I choked out and stumbled toward her like a drunk man. Drunk on the sight of her. I climbed in, and the control I tried to call on dissolved into dust.

I shoved the covers away so I could see her, all of her. I had to.

She was half on her side, up on one elbow, and so incredibly beautiful, my throat tightened like a vise. Her breasts were large, full, enough to fill my hands. Her waist dipped in and her belly was rounded, the softness of it fuller below her belly button. God, I wanted to nuzzle it. My gaze traveled over her hips flaring out and along her smooth thighs.

My mouth watered, and I moved closer, unable to stop myself. Riley dropped back, looking up at me as I dipped my face to her throat, running my nose, my lips down over her collarbone.