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His hands grab hold of my hips, rolling us over as he directs me to hover above his face. While his tongue laps me, his hands squeeze my ass.

My hands are flat against the wall in front of me, supporting myself so I don’t fall while he works me over. His tongue is hot and soft, but forceful as it flicks against my sensitive nub. Every muscle in my body is practically singing, aching for my release. As it slowly builds, he slides his fingers into me, stoking that spot that has me quivering with need.

My eyes close automatically as the waves of my orgasm wash over me stronger than ever. I’ve had sex several times, but no man has ever done this or made me feel this way.

I can feel myself convulsing around him and it only makes him move quicker. By the time my orgasm ends, my skin is covered in a sheen of sweat with my hair clinging to my sticky neck and back.

“Are you ready for me?” he asks as he slides out from under me.

The words don’t have time to leave my lips before he’s thrusting into me, filling me from behind. I clench the pillows with both hands as he slides into me, rolling his hips before pulling back out. I try to see him over my shoulder, but my hair is covering my eyes, and I don’t dare to move it out of the way. I feel like if I don’t hold on to something, I will fall right off the edge of the earth.

He pumps into me hard and fast. The sounds of our heavy breathing and our skin slapping together fills the room. We’re both completely drenched in sweat. It beads up and drips from his chin, landing on my lower back.

His hand fists in my hair, tugging my head back and to the side where our lips meet. I suck the taste of me off his tongue. This only makes him double his efforts until we’re both panting and screaming with our release.

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I wake sometime later and the room is dark. The full wall of windows across from my bed is still uncovered, showing the dark clouds that loom nearby. I sit up and look around me, but River is gone.

I let out a quick chuckle. Serves me right for doing the same thing to him last night.

I stand from the bed and walk across the floor completely naked, into my bathroom to shower. I take my time, washing every inch of myself slowly while thinking over the best sex I’ve ever had in my life.

Nick, my ex-boyfriend, he never did the things that River has done to me. With Nick, it was more like a race to get off. But with River, it’s like the ride is half the fun. His release isn’t the important part for him. He likes to see how much he can turn me on before ever sliding into me.

A warmth spreads through my body when I think about him, and that scares me. I shouldn’t be having these feelings about him. I don’t know him, and something tells me River isn’t the relationship type. The relationship type doesn’t pick up a random girl in a club and fuck her in the back alley.

I’m just a fun-pass for him. And you know what, I’m okay with that. I don’t need to complicate things with a relationship right now. I don’t need these lingering feelings that happen after we have sex either. I need to learn to let things go, to have fun in the moment, and accept when it ends.

I dry myself off before pulling on an oversized t-shirt. I towel-dry my hair, but don’t bother brushing it.

All the strenuous activity I’ve done today has my stomach growling. I head towards the kitchen to find something for dinner.

Chapter Six

I’m pulling my wet hair up into a bun as I walk down the hallway. I round the corner and head for the fridge.

“Hey.”

I scream and clutch at my chest. “What the fuck? You scared the shit out of me,” I yell at River while trying to calm my pounding heart.

He laughs. “Sorry.” He places a pan he pulled out of the oven onto the stovetop. “I figured I’d cook some dinner.”

I grab a bottle of water out of the fridge and sit at the island. “You’re cooking me dinner?”

He shrugs while moving about, gathering things he needs. “I’m cooking us dinner.”

I take a sip and place the cap back on the bottle. “I thought you had left.”

He stops buttering the rolls and looks up at me through his thick eyelashes. “What kind of person sneaks out of bed and leaves without warning?”

I shrug. “Maybe the same kind of person who runs away as soon as the other turns their back to dress.”

He points the butter knife in my direction. “I’ll let that one slide. You didn’t know I was the man of your dreams then.” His cocky grin makes me laugh and shake my head.

“So, what are you making?” I ask to change the subject. The food smells wonderful and I can’t help but feel hungry.

He places the rolls into the bread basket and covers them with a cloth napkin. “I made chicken parmesan.”

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