Page 64 of Second Chance Savior

“Prove it.”

“How am I supposed to prove it except by doing what I’ve been doing? Protecting you.”

“You could…kiss me.”

Had I really just said that?

Slowly, he turned to look over at me. His eyes had gone as dark as they had at the fundraiser, when he’d killed all those men. Almost pure black.

The gaze of a predator. But a wounded one.Dangerous.

“That wouldn’t prove anything.” A growl in his tone. So low I felt it in my chest.

“It could. If you make me feel it.”

Instead of coming closer, River pushed away from me. He opened his door and got out.

He’d justleft.

But he didn’t go far. I watched as he rounded the front bumper. He opened my door, and then he was right there. Standing over me. He bent, hand skimming over me as he unbuckled my seatbelt. His fingers lifted to my shoulder and inched upward until they met my neck and gripped the back of it.

That moment hovered. Stretched out the anticipation.

His lips pressed to mine, soft and plush.

A whimper escaped me. And the thrill in my body told me Ididwant this. More than anything. He drew back to look at me again, dark eyes taking in my face. Then surged forward.

His other hand braced against the back of my seat as his lips brushed over mine. I felt the warmth of his breath. His fingers shook where they gripped my neck.

“River.” I grabbed onto his shirt over his chest. Felt his rapidly beating heart.

And now I was kissing him back. My lips slid against his. Finding the different ways they fit together. I kept making little desperate noises that, if I was in my right mind, I would’ve been embarrassed by. But I clearly wasn’t thinking. My fist tugged on his shirt, pulling him closer. He put a knee up on the seat, crowding me, and the plastic edge of the center console dug into my back. But none of that mattered. All I wanted was River’s mouth. His hunger for me. Undeniable.

This was the most passionate kiss of my life, and our tongues hadn’t even touched yet.

As if he’d had the same thought, his lips parted and the tip of his tongue mapped out the curve of my lower lip.

We both moaned, and I opened to him. He dipped inside. Our tastes mingled.

I sucked his tongue as he fed it to me. Lightning struck all over my body, tightening my nipples. Heat pooled low in my belly and between my legs.

River was the one to soften the kiss and then pull back, panting like he’d sprinted a mile. I couldn’t tell the difference between his pupils and his irises anymore.

“Is that proof enough for you? Or should I keep going?”

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

River

Should I keep going?

I’d meant that question rhetorically. I couldn’t stand here off a dirt road and make out with Charlie while the police were searching for us. No matter how much I was tempted.

Still, I looked for some sign in her face that I’d met the challenge she had issued.

Prove it. Make me feel it.

She blinked like she was coming out of a daze. “That was…informative. I think I got the gist.”

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