Chapter 93

Twice more they made love that night, each time a pulse-pounding, skin-heating, erotic encounter to put all of her past lovers to shame. Riley thanked the ounce of courage she'd found to make the first move. She'd gotten rewarded beyond her wildest expectation, which was why the emotional slap the next morning hurt so much.

It started with him dumping her on the floor in a tangle of blankets, her warm spot atop his chest rudely taken away. Sitting in the mess of sheets, she blinked at him, assuming an accident, only to see him, his face grim and closed off as he sat on the edge of her bed pulling on his trousers then his boots.

Somehow I don't get the feeling I'm getting an apology. "Is something wrong?" she ventured as she clasped the sheet to her breasts. Never mind the fact he'd seen and caressed it all, she needed a shield, even a fabric one.

"No."

"Then why do you seem so angry?"

"This is how I always look."