Page 57 of Animal Beats

I nod. My throbbing lower body bucks up toward him.

His fingers leave his mouth and enter me, causing me to cry out. “So ready for me.”

Finally, some relief. From a man who I thought was a child, only to realize the truth is more difficult to parse.

He never takes his gaze off me, moving within my body like he owns it. Unable to gain purchase, I grab onto my nipples and give them a squeeze.

He encourages me. “Yes, like that.”

While my fingers are busy, he’s pressing down on my G-spot, causing me to see stars. “Oh!”

“I’ve got you.” His mouth latches onto my right breast and he nips. This, combined with his magic fingers, makes me come undone.

I scream, “Yes!” He continues working inside my body, pumping, while I spiral out of control and float back down to earth. I rest on the sofa, drinking him in. “You’re pretty good at this.”

He removes his fingers, licking them—proving his bad boy status. “Only pretty good? I need to try harder.”

Try harder? As in he expects me to have another orgasm? “Uh, Río.”

He lowers his weight onto his hands, located at either side of my head. “Yes, Babysitter?”

How can I tell him this? “Well, I’m sort of a one-and-done type of woman. Don’t get me wrong, I still want to have sex with you, but don’t expect me to, uhm, you know, again.” Could this be any more mortifying?

He rubs his nose against mine. “Don’t you worry about that. I take it as a challenge.”

I gulp. A challenge? I don’t have time to object, however, as Río kisses me senseless. Our hands and tongues and—heaven help me—our naked torsos are all involved. His right hand trails down my body once more, cupping my hip.

Then he taps a beat on it, causing me to giggle.

He pulls up, his eyebrows dancing. “Seriously?”

I shrug. “You’re even a drummer in bed.”

His head moves from side to side. “We’re not in a bed.”

“Point taken.”

Following a couple more beats, he adjusts himself lower. Licking his lips, he says, “Be prepared to have your mind blown.” He kisses my sex the way our mouths were before.

Ohmygod, he’s right.

The orgasm that took over my body not five minutes ago reasserts itself. “Oh. What the⁠—”

I can’t finish my sentence, as he laps against my clit in the most delicious manner. He moves up one way and down the other, then spreads me open wide. His fingers rap a drumroll as he brings me higher and higher. My head slams against the throw pillow. A tidal wave starts at my toes, then rushes throughout my body, and I scream in completion.

He sits on his haunches. “Two.”

I’m boneless. Like a cat, I’ve melded with the sofa and have no ability to move. Río, however, seems energized. Sitting upright, he kicks off his shoes and socks. Then he stands and removes his jeans. When he turns, his erection points at me beneath his black boxer briefs. It’s … impressive.

His hands go to his waistband. “Do you want me to take these off?”

“They look constricting.”

He chuckles. “Especially right now.” I follow as the waistband moves beneath his fingers.

I swallow. This is the first time I’ve been with a guy this comfortable in his skin. Lights off, sheets over us, missionary—that’s more my style. This type of man, proud and ready for anything, is out of my experience. I sink into the cushions.

“Babysitter, I only want to do this if you want it too.” He sits next to me, underwear still on. “If you’re happy with your two orgasms, I’m happy. No pressure from me.”