"We're finally alone," Riley said with a warm smile, his voice low and husky, eyes gleaming with desire as they traced every curve of his wife's body. She was perfect!
"Yes…" Fiona murmured, her cheeks flushed a soft shade of pink.
Her heart beat faster under his gaze, and though she wanted to say more, her words vanished the moment Riley stepped closer.
In a blink, he cupped her face and pressed his lips to hers. He wanted to do this for a long long time.
"Mmm…" Fiona moaned softly into the kiss, startled at first but quickly surrendering.
Her body tensed for a moment, then relaxed as she let Riley guide her.
She was no expert in this, but something about his presence—gentle yet confident—gave her the courage to respond.
She mimicked his movements, learning the rhythm of the kiss, the press and pull, the warmth and hunger exchanged between their lips.
Riley deepened the kiss, one hand slipping behind her neck while the other began to explore.
