Page 86 of Hot Knot Summer
I consider lying, consider playing coy, but what’s the point? My body is already betraying every secret. “I like it doggy style,” I admit, voice barely above a whisper. “Something about it just... hits different.”
“Is that what my sugar cube needs?”
“Is that a problem?” I ask, suddenly self-conscious despite the fire racing through my veins.
He laughs. “Oh, not at all. I just want to make sure this is what you really want.”
“Does a girl have to beg for it?” I grind back against him for emphasis, more deliberately this time, drawing a hiss from between his teeth.
“Christ, Emma,” he groans, his hand sliding down my side to grip my hip harder. “Keep that up, and this will be over embarrassingly quickly.”
I do it again, relishing the power I have over him despite my desperate state. “Maybe that’s the plan.”
His responding growl is pure Alpha.
I reach back to run my fingers through his golden hair. “Especially with you.”
In one fluid motion, he rolls me onto my back, looming over me with those bright eyes that seem to glow in the darkness. His hand comes up to brush my hair away from my face with surprising tenderness.
“Look at you,” he whispers, gaze traveling over my flushed face, my heaving chest, my parted lips. “If you could see yourself right now, all flushed and wanting, those gorgeous eyes begging me for relief. You’re a fucking vision.”
My chest squeezes. “River,” I breathe, only knowing that I need him with an intensity that frightens me.
“I’ve been dreaming about having you in my bed,” he confesses as his thumb brushes my lower lip. “Imagining how your skin would feel against mine, how you’d sound when I make you come.”
Before I can respond, his mouth is on mine, and all coherent thought dissolves. There’s nothing hesitant or careful about his kiss; he claims my mouth, his tongue claiming me, taking playful nips at my lower lip, with a hunger that matches my own.
His hand tangles in my hair and angles my head exactly how he wants it while his body presses me into the mattress with delicious weight.
I’m breathless within seconds, my body arching up to press against his, seeking so much more of him. A whimper escapes me when he sucks my bottom lip between his teeth, the slightsting followed by the soothing swipe of his tongue.
“God, you’re intoxicating,” he murmurs against my lips. “Could kiss you for hours.”
His hands slide down my body, exploring the curve of my waist and the flare of my hip. When he reaches the hem of my tank top, he pauses, looking at me with a question in his eyes.
“Yes,” I nod frantically. “Please.”
He grins, that wicked, boyish smile that first caught my attention. “So polite when you’re horny.”
In one smooth motion, he pulls the tank top up and over my head, tossing it aside. His starving stare takes in my bare breasts, my nipples hardening to tight peaks in the cool air.
“Gorgeous,” he breathes, palming one breast with reverent care. “Absolutely fucking perfect.”
The praise washes over me, heightening every sensation. When his thumb brushes across my nipple, a gasp escapes me.
“Sensitive,” he notes. “I’m going to have so much fun with you.”
He lowers his head, replacing his hand with his mouth, sucking one nipple between his lips while his fingers tease the other. The dual sensation sends lightning down my spine, pooling between my thighs, where I’m already embarrassingly wet.
“That’s so good,” I moan. My hands fist in his hair as he switches to the other breast, giving it the same thorough attention. “Please.”
He trails kisses down the valley of my breasts, across my ribs, toward my navel.
“I need you to touch me,” I manage. “Between my legs. I’m so empty, River. It hurts.”
“Can’t have that,” he murmurs, hooking his fingers into the waistband of my shorts. “Lift your hips for me.”
I comply immediately, and he draws the shorts down my legs with agonizing slowness, his eyes darkening as he takes in my nakedness.
