Page 318 of The Hopelessly Bromantic Duet

Orgasms. Preferably soon.

River grabs at the neck of my shirt. “I need to get naked with you. Need to suck you off. Jerk you. Anything.”

“You’re too loud, though,” I whisper, but I have a plan.

“You’re too loud,” he says with a pout.

“We both are. But there’s an excellent solution.”

Five minutes later, we’re in the shower, making out like crazy as the water drowns out our noises. We make up for lost time. I back him up against the tiled wall as the hot water beats down on us. I can’t get enough of River.

I am ravenous for this man.

I’ve been granted a full license to touch him, to taste him. I’m no longer driving with a learner’s permit. He’s given me the keys to his body. I’m turning them, and we’re going for a ride.

Our bodies press together, our lips crush each other, and our tongues explore. My hands clasp his face, then slide into his wet hair, and I can’t get close enough. Neurons fire madly as I devour his mouth while my head goes hazy.

And I can’t stop kissing him.

Why would I?

He’s mine, and I want to imprint his taste on my mind. Explore all the flavors of his kiss. I want it all.

And I have it.

Holy hell.I have him.

A rush of adrenaline spins in me from that awareness—thisisn’t a one-time thing. We are happening, and we’ll keep happening.

With equal parts reverence and raging desire, I drag a hand down his side, over his hip, around to his ass. Curling it over his cheek.

I jerk him against me, our cocks lining up.

Electricity surges in me.

We rub together.

Grind against each other.

Spikes of lust hit me everywhere, and I’m comprised only ofwant.

With every touch, I pulse for him. His greedy sighs and whimpers tell me he feels exactly the same.

And it’s time.

Time to take us over the cliff.

As the water beats hard, I separate for a few seconds, hunting for the lube packet I brought into the shower. I find it on the soap dish, move his body a few inches away from the stream.

His eyes are hooded, lust drunk, and so damn sexy.

As I rip it open, River slips a hand between us, grabbing both our dicks in his palm. “Hi there,” he says in the dirtiest greeting ever.

I groan from the wicked bliss that thrums through me. The insane pleasure from his hand knowing just what to do. “Hey to you,” I rasp out as I drizzle some lube into my palm.

River gives us a tight squeeze, and that torches all my senses. The twin combo of his hand stroking me and our dicks rubbing together is insane. It’s a double hit of pleasure. Two for the price of one.

And I desperately want to give in to this moment. To River taking charge. But I want to lead tonight. I want to show him how I can make him melt.

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