Page 111 of River & Rue

“Same.”

There’s a depth to his voice that makes me aware of the stiffening length beneath my thigh.

“Is that because of me or the near-death experience?”

He exhales a laugh. “You. One of those long-term, ongoing problems.”

My breath catches, then goes shallow. An inferno roars to life inside me.

“River?”

His hand pauses. “Hmm?”

I lick his throat, then trail kisses up to his ear. He grunts, his arms tightening. Another small shift brings him closer to where I need him.

I bite his earlobe.

He rumbles a warning. “We’re not having sex for the first time in a tent, Rue.”

Turning toward him, I tangle my fingers in his hair and angle his head for more access to his neck. Between kisses, I whisper, “Yes, we are.”

He sighs my name.

I pull his hair harder.

He surges to his knees and spins, dropping me onto a sleeping bag. Hands planted on either side of my shoulders, he stares down at me. I feel the weight of his gaze as it travels down my body and back up. My hands hunt beneath the hem of his long-sleeved thermal, finding hot, hard muscle.

“I need you,” I whisper.

His chest stills, then heaves on his next inhale. “I… This isn’t what I wanted for our first time. I can’t be gentle right now.”

Grabbing his waist, I lift up to nip at his chin. “I don’t want gentle. I just want you.”

Before the last syllable leaves my mouth, he’s already turning to zip the door closed. Then he’s back and yanking my shirt over my head. My nipples tighten even more. Gooseflesh ripples down my arms, but I don’t feel the cold. I’m burning for him.

River rips my sweatpants and underwear down my legs, throwing them aside, then pulls off his shirt. I reach for the bulge in his sweatpants, but he snatches my hands and traps them above my head.

He looms over me, his fangs bared, long hair framing an expression so intense I might be concerned if he were anyone else. But I’m so turned on my thighs are already slick, my pussy throbbing. All I want is the world’s most perfect cock inside me.

“Last chance,” he grates out.

I arch my hips up. “Fuck me, River.”

Transferring my wrists into one hand, he yanks his sweatpants off his hips.

“Do you ever wear underwear?” I gasp out.

“Rarely.”

His voice is guttural as he grips my thigh, lifting and spreading me open for him. Fingertips graze my center, and he grunts in satisfaction when he discovers how wet I am.

Without warning, he drives two fingers inside me, pumping them at a devastating tempo. A twist and curl of those fingers have me bowing off the ground, my mouth open in a silent scream. I don’t realize he’s released my wrists until he squeezes my breast. His hot mouth closes over the peak. He sucks hard, sending a bolt of searing heat to my clit.

“Oh fuck. More.”

A third finger pushes inside me, the burn lost in pleasure as the heel of his hand works roughly over my clit. His bristled jaw scrapes over my chest as he devours my breasts, squeezing, sucking, and biting. All the sensations meld together, compressing to a tiny, pulsating star. I hang suspended inside it for an endless second, then detonate. River swallows my hoarse scream, his tongue winding with mine as I buck against his hand.

“So goddamn beautiful.”