Page 120 of Ballrooms & Blackmail

I open my mouth to ask her if she’s sure.

Then I see that for what it is—me doubting myself…and her.

Because the truth is right there in her eyes.

So instead, I kiss her, slow at first, soft and sweet and gentle, and then when her lips part on a moan, deeper, dipping my tongue into her mouth, tangling it with hers, tasting her until we’re both panting and there’s no blood left in my brain.

Mostly because it’s all in my cock.

Not that River minds.

Her legs part, her pelvis cradling mine as she rocks against me. “You feel so good, honey,” she murmurs as I flick open her bra, as I drag the material down her arms.

“You do too,” I groan, grinding against her, cupping her breasts and sliding my thumbs over the soft pink buds of her nipples.

A gasp. A moan.

Her body arching, pressing her breasts into my hands, her hips working faster.

“Fuck,” I growl, bending so I can take one hard nipple into my mouth.

“Thorn!”

I take my time, learning what she likes then doing it over and over again, until her skin is flushed and glistening with sweat, until she’s writhing beneath me, her head thrashing from side to side on the pillow.

Then I’m sliding my hand down, shifting my hips away from hers, slipping my fingers beneath the scrap of lace masquerading as underwear and?—

“Christ, I love how wet you are.”

I circle her clit, dip a finger down and gently stroke at her entrance.

“Yes,” she whispers. “More.”

I slip inside, feel the hot, slick clench of her pussy holding me tight. “Still more, little hen?”

A shudder. “Y-yes.”

Deeper, deeper. Fuck, I need to feel her wrapped around my cock.

But…patience.

“More,” she demands as I stroke in and out, as her pussy flutters around me, as her desire coats my fingers, my palm.

I drag her underwear down her thighs, toss them to the side.

And then I’m spreading her legs wide, bending down, and?—

I groan as the taste of her hits my tongue.

“Oh, God!” she moans, arching against me, grinding against my mouth, but I don’t stop her. I ride that wave, sucking and licking, nipping and kissing, thrusting my fingers inside her and fucking her with them slow and steady and?—

She clamps down around me. “Thorn!”

Her body goes tense as pleasure rolls through her, legs clamping around me, neck arched back, eyes slammed shut.

And then…

She goes limp, her eyes slitting open, her mouth curving up. “Now you,” she murmurs, reaching for me.