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He pushes the bottoms over my ass and lowers himself to pull them to my feet.
He lifts one foot, pushes the bottoms off that, then the other, then rises and shifts, so he’s right behind me.
Then against me.
He doesn’t touch me. Not yet. He keeps his body against mine, the now-dry fabric of his T-shirt against my back, the rough material of his shorts against my ass. And the hardness beneath them.
It feels too good. Way too good.
I’m ready to drag him to my bed. But that’s not what we’re doing. We’re not here to have sex. We’re experimenting. Of course, we didn’t set any limits. We could have sex. If I want.
I do want.
I really, really want.
Slowly, he brings his hands to my hips, his mouth to my neck. He places a soft kiss on my skin, at the place where my neck meets my shoulders.
Then he moves higher. The brush of his lips on my skin. Enough my entire body buzzes. Enough the room spins.
Higher.
To the line of my jaw.
My cheek.
I’m naked, and he’s in his beach clothes, and we’re in the middle of my sunny California apartment, but I feel someplace else. Like we’re in one of those books where the billionaire seduces the virgin.
He’s just as powerful as a rich guy in a suit.
And I’m just as desperate for his touch.
River presses another kiss to my jaw. He keeps one hand on my hip. Brings the other to my breast.
He cups me softly.
Desire races through my veins. I want his touch. I want his hands everywhere, all the time, always.
He drags his lips down my neck again, along my shoulder, then back up, to my jaw.
Then he moves to my other shoulder and presses his lips to it. His other hand finds my breast.
Then it’s his thumbs against my nipples. Slow, soft movements as he kisses me with an impossible amount of patience.
Up my shoulders and neck.
Then down again.
Up and down.
I reach back for him, but he grabs my wrist to stop me. His touch is hard, rough, but it’s gentle, too. Enough to show force without hurting.
He is stronger than I am. Bigger, if barely taller. He could hurt me. But he won’t.
I trust him in a way I didn’t trust my previous partner here. In a way I didn’t trust any of my partners. In a way I’ve never trusted any man, ever.
He kisses a line up my neck and stops at my ear. “Turn around.” He releases me.
I turn so I’m eye to eye with him. No, in my shoes, I’m taller than he is. It’s funny. For once, I don’t feel tall. Not compared to him. I feel just right, like we align perfectly.
