Riley's POV

Cane Dravenmoor.

The name rolled off my tongue like a dare, low and rough, and I felt the way his body tensed above me the second it landed. 

He was still braced on his hands, arms locked on either side of my head, his chest hovering just inches from mine so I could feel the heat pouring off him through his shirt. 

My ribs ached from the fall, a sharp throb that mixed with the pulse already beating between my legs but I didn't care. Right now I wanted him to feel me a bit.

I kept my fingers wrapped tight around his forearm, the muscle there hard...