Brushing hair off my cheek before securing it behind my ear, he gazed at me with love in his eyes. “You’ve always downplayed how beautiful you are. It’s what I’ve always loved about you … Always so modest. And even now, you’re still grounded and down to earth.”
“So are you.”
“Aren’t we quite the pair?” He chuckled before taking a bite off the waffles.
River was perfect. The unwelcomed thought that popped out of the blue almost choked me as my eyes honed in on his luscious lips eating, chewing. And if my mind kept straying this route, I’d be in more trouble than I already was. Shrugging, I tried to play it cool by intending to resort back to safe territory. “How was the shoot?”
“It went great. I think it’s safe to say that I won’t be doing any reshoots.” He did a commercial for one of the leading cell phone carriers in the US. It was a major deal.
“I could kiss you for this,” I sighed before taking another bite off his fork.
Setting the fork down, he slid my stool toward him before setting me right between his legs and cupping my face. “I’d take more than a kiss …” he muttered before taking my lips, slowly kissing me before the pace deepened.
As the seconds ticked by, we became consumed with each other while his hand busied itself by searching between my parted thighs.
There was no denying it; I wanted him again. But after last night’s ordeal, I was sore. Even still, my pussy became wet the moment he kissed me.
“You can’t …” Parting from his kiss, I gave him a sheepish look. “Nothing will fit even if you try.”
“Swollen?” His brow rose before that gorgeous smile flashed, his notorious thumb finding my sweet button, circling it slowly and arousing me to surrender to his ministrations.
“Very.” Out of breath, I began to bite my lip as I tried to hold back a moan. “River …” I closed my eyes as my lips parted, panting as my senses honed in on the sensation he was weaving for me.
“You’re making me so fucking hard,” he groaned, losing control before he surprised me by plucking me off my stool and placing me on the marbled countertop with my legs parted for his viewing pleasure. “My turn to eat, my beautiful Cara.” He situated himself on the stool once more then dipped his head to satiate his appetite. His tongue was on a roll, literally, heedlessly.
Food definitely forgotten, I screamed, moaned, and begged for him to release my body from sweet torture.
“River, please—”
And just like that, he liberated my body from its agony and granted me an earthshattering release.
Completely dazed, I tried to level my elbow so I could properly see him smugly beaming at me. “You’re so naughty,” I huffed out, feeling lightheaded from the torment he put me through.
“I’m sorry, baby. I just couldn’t resist.” He slid my still parted body toward his before slowly lifting my face so he could thoroughly kiss me. “Did I tell you how much I love you today?”
Oh, the man had a way of showing me just how much. This was the old River I knew—insatiable and unfailingly generous lover.
“Where are you taking me?” I mumbled as he began to carry me over his shoulder.
He playfully connected his large hand to my butt cheek. “I’m taking you upstairs, my love. And if you think I’m going to have sex with you … Well, I’ll prove you wrong. I just want to be with you before I leave.”
As swollen as I was, a part of me was disappointed that he didn’t want to have sex. I mean, after he woke my body, I wasn’t ready to let it rest just yet. Not that I would openly suggest otherwise.
Once we reached the stairs landing, he proceeded to take me into his bedroom, situating me in the middle of his haphazard bed. Instead of joining me, though, he strode toward the opposite side of the room, where I suspected his walk-in closet was located.
“One sec,” he said before completely disappearing from my view. After a loud thud and some shuffling, he reemerged with a large, white, thick envelope.
“What’s that? A sexual contract?” I teased.
His smile broadened before using that said envelope to smack my foot. “No, silly. Although, I wouldn’t mind one if you agree to it.” Joining me in bed, he handed me the daunting thing, piquing my curiosity. “This is for you.”
Brows furrowing, I skeptically eyed him before carefully taking hold of it. “You’re making me nervous.” More than that, actually. There was an eerie feeling deep in my gut that wouldn’t subside as I cautiously opened the damn thing. It contained papers—documents, titles, and a copy of a will in case of death. River’s will. “What the fuck?” I gasped as I gazed at him accusingly. “Are you dying?” If he was hiding something, I was going to rip him apart with my bare hands.
“Don’t look so sad, babe. But no, hopefully death won’t be for the next few decades.” As explanations went, he failed.
My eyes flickered toward the scattered papers on the bed. “But …” My heart pounded against my chest. I felt lightheaded as I waited for him to give a clear, proper answer.
“Both homes I have, they’re half yours. And in case of my death, you get everything—mutual funds, cars, savings, the houses, and some rental properties.”