But his dark gaze doesn’t waver. With one swift movement he sits down on the sofa and pulls me onto his lap. His cock is hard against me, and I ache to slide onto it, let him fill me as only he can.
Instead, he kisses me.
The world falls away as he explores my mouth. The intensity of the kiss is dizzying, overwhelming.
River breaks away from the kiss only to bury his face in the crook of my neck. He presses hot kisses against my skin, each one sending a jolt through me.
“Are you ready?” he asks, his words raspy with desire.
I nod, unable to trust my voice. He slides his fingers down my body and lands between my legs.
“Fuck, you’re wet,” he groans.
“River,” I whimper, clutching his shoulders, “please.”
He doesn't need any further encouragement. He lifts my hips until the head of his cock is teasing my pussy lips, aligns himself at my entrance.
Slowly, almost torturously so, he slides into me. I gasp at being filled so completely. I’m used to his size, how he burns through me as if he’s made of bloody fire.
“Are you ready, Emily?” he asks. “Ready for me to fuck you hard and violently?”
“Oh, yes,” I say on a sigh.
“Then saddle up, baby. We’re going on a wild ride.”
EPISODE 225
AFTERNOON DELIGHT
Sebastian
Where the hell is everyone?
I walk through the house after Emily unceremoniously pushed me out of River’s suite. I imagine Ariel and her friend and mother are working on plans for the wedding tomorrow. Misty’s probably still in her room recovering. Who the hell knows where the hot doctor is, and Brett and Jake?
Something’s going on with them.
Damn.
I guess my English Rose decided she wants a billionaire Montana rancher rather than a billionaire rock star.
I’m not used to being rejected.
It hurts more than I imagined.
Emily was the woman I was drawn to at the beginning of this mess, when River had his heart set on Rachel.
Then I slept with Heather and Ariel.
God, Ariel…
She was a sweet little Southern thing, and I thought wehad good chemistry. But she chose theNew York Timesbestselling author over me.
Rejection again.
But Heather…
She was a fucking tigress in bed, and I wouldn’t mind some more of that.
