Page 85 of Second Chance Savior

“Are you going to kiss me this time?”

“Come closer and find out.”

I carefully stepped into the creek, wading through the shallow rushing water toward him.

Then I swiped my hand low and splashed him.

River shouted in protest. Laughing, I dashed over to the bank. He grabbed me as I passed by, and we both went down onto the grass. He tickled me and I fought back, trying to push him away as I giggled breathlessly. River caught my hands and shoved them over my head, pressing them to the ground.

He hovered over me. An inch between us.

It had been eighteen years since that last summer at my parents’ house with River. Being here on Silver Mountain with him now, it was hard to believe so much time had passed. Especially with those freezing raindrops pricking my skin and dotting River’s eyelashes. The way our chests moved, panting for breath.

River’s hot mouth slanted over my lips. His tongue curled against mine. I hooked a leg over his hip, urging him down, and he covered my body with his. I felt the length of his shaft firming against my thigh.

The sky chose that moment to open up on us.

Lightning crackled, and rain cascaded into the clearing, pinging against the rocks and the surface of the creek. Cursing and shouting, River and I jumped up. We grabbed our things, shoved everything inside the tent, and tumbled in after them, laughing hysterically. Good thing River had already put the rainfly into place.

We looked at one another in the dim light, smiling. Just those few seconds in the cloudburst, and we were nearlysoaked. But the inside of the tent was dry. Very cozy, just like River had said.

In a blink, we were kissing again. Licking raindrops from each other’s skin. Pushing off wet clothes and gasping the humid air. Heavy drops pelted the tent, surrounding us with a roar of sound. Like we were the only two people on this mountain. Or the whole world.

Kneeling, head bent against the roof of the tent, he wrestled off his pants and boxers. His hard cock slapped his stomach. I dove forward and took him into my mouth. I hadn’t done this yet, and I wanted to know what he tasted like.

River cursed. “Oh hell, Charlie. Yeah. That’s perfect.”

I bobbed over him, licking and sucking with the storm and River’s dirty encouragement as my soundtrack.

With a guttural moan, he nudged my jaw with his thumb, urging me to sit up. “Keep doing that, and this will be over way too soon. Come here.”

More kisses. Tangled limbs as we maneuvered in the tiny space. It should’ve been awkward, but we were too wrapped up in each other to care.

River pushed me onto the sleeping bags and tugged off the rest of my clothes. When I was naked, he flicked his tongue against each of my nipples. My skin was ultra sensitive. Like I was made of goosebumps, both too hot and too cold. Thunder and lightning. An electrical current running straight from River’s mouth to every one of my nerve endings.

It was getting darker by the minute, but still, I closed my eyes, relishing each sensation.

“River,” I breathed. “Make love to me.” I didn’t care how desperate I sounded. How shameless. “I need you so badly.”

I wasn’t even going to ask if he’d brought a condom. Either way, I still wanted him. But he reached for his pack and rummaged inside. Then I heard the package rip open.

“Lay on your side.” River’s hand slid up my thigh, resting on my hip. “Like this.”

We lay face to face, though I could barely see his outline. Then a flash of lightning lit him up. His striking features, the intensity in his dark eyes. River hiked my leg over his waist. Taking his time, his hand moved to my inner thigh and up higher. Finding the center of me. That was where he guided the tip of his cock. I bit my lower lip as he pushed inside and drew me as close as possible and his arms wrapped around me.

No space between us. We barely had room to move. But I liked that. Liked feeling him everywhere.

He kissed me sweetly and rocked our bodies together until I couldn’t tell where he ended and I began. Around us, the storm rolled on and on. But we were in our own perfect world.

Heat built in the air of the tent, our skin slicked with sweat. Salty when we kissed. I wanted this to last and last. As if we could recapture all the moments we could have had together if we’d figured this out sooner.

River pulled out and shifted me so I faced the other way, my back to his chest. He filled me again, and I cried out at the change in position, different pleasure receptors lighting up like the lightning outside the tent.

His smooth chest to my back, groans in my ear. The gentle scratch of his stubble and sometimes his teeth grazing my shoulder.

His wicked fingers explored my skin, finally circling over my clit. That extra pressure and sensation, on top of everything else, was more than I could take.

I tried to push his hand away. I wasn’t ready for this to end. “Wait.”

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