He reaches over and flicks off the lamp, bathing the room in almost darkness. The light from the TV shines on his cheek, illuminating his handsome face. At least I don’t have to keep looking at his hot body. My willpower is slowly breaking down with each glance. Seeing him in all of his hockey hotness is messing with my lady bits.
River lifts the remote from the bed and flips through the screens until he finds a thriller movie for us to watch. We sit in silence, my heart pounding out of my chest. I don’t think I will make it through the movie without jumping him. After all of the hot kisses on the roof, and the sinful things he did between my thighs, I’m desperate for more.
He places his hand on the mattress between us. I take this as a sign he wants to hold my hand, and I’m right. River’s fingers weave between mine and hold me tight. Like he doesn’t want to let me go.
Neither of us speaks. We watch the movie, even though we both want to reach over and touch the other. Just this simple connection has my body screaming for him to kiss me again.
Midway through the movie, his resolve fades, and mine was already holding on by a thread. River turns on his side, his fingers trailing up and down my thigh as our eyes meet in the darkness.
River cups the side of my face and rolls the pad of his thumb across my bottom lip. “Emma,” he whispers. “Tell me you want this.”
“I want this.”
No, I need this.
River kisses me, our tongues working in harmony. Our lips collide with an intensity that stuns me, making me crave him like a drug I need to feel alive. He invades my mouth with a vicious hunger, years of pent-up sexual desire exploding through my body all at once.
He shows me with his body that he wants this. That he needs this as much as I do, claiming me with each flick of his skilled tongue.
River slides my panties to the side and runs his finger along my slick folds. He tests my wetness, moving his finger in and out of me so painfully slow that I moan his name, begging him to give me more.
“You’re so wet for me,” he groans, adding another finger. “So fucking tight.” His fingers slam into me, his pace quickening with each thrust. “I wish I could control myself. But you turn me into a fucking animal, Em.”
“Don’t hold back.” I whisper the words against his lips, and he kisses me so hard and fast my head spins. “Make me come, River.”
A smirk turns up the left corner of his mouth. I can see the wheels turning in his brilliant mind, estimating the number of orgasms he plans to give me. He studies me for a few more seconds, and then he kisses me again.
River pins me to the mattress, then moves between my spread thighs, his palms on each side of my head. His muscular chest presses against mine, and I reach between us to inch his shirt up his muscled stomach.
He peels off his shirt, giving me the perfect view of his sculpted abdomen and the sexy V line that dips beneath his black boxer briefs. “Tell me what you want, Em?”
I grip the waistband of his boxer briefs and pull him closer. “Fuck me, River.”
A wicked smile turns up the corners of his mouth.
He slides off the bed and removes a condom from the nightstand. I stare up at him as he lowers his boxers to the floor, sensual and so damn slow, as he kicks them off. I get on my knees on the mattress and lean forward to wrap my hand around his shaft, feeling his smooth skin between my fingers. He feels so much better than I’d imagined.
River grunts, and I peek up at him, loving the sight of his wild blue irises as I stroke him.
“Take off your clothes,” he orders.
“Bossy,” I comment. “I like it.”
“Good.” He smirked. “Because you better get used to it.”
I strip off my pajama shirt that didn’t pair with a bra and make a real show of shoving my shorts down my thighs.
He tilts his head to the side, his eyes wide and wild with hunger. “Take off your panties.”
Slowly, I inch my panties down to my ankles, and he whispers, “Fuck, baby, you’re so sweet.”
River gets on the bed, and then his hand moves between my thighs. He teases my clit with his thumb, moving in slow, circular motions that make every nerve ending in my body come alive. My skin is on fire, heat coursing through my veins.
River wets his lips as he takes in the sight of me. Staring at me like a hungry beast, he sinks to his knees in front of me, parting my legs with his strong hands.