Page 87 of Hot Knot Summer
“Christ,” he mutters, tossing the shorts aside and spreading my bent knees. “You’re trying to kill me.”
I’m beyond self-consciousness now, naked before him in the moonlight, my need too urgent for modesty. “Touch me,” I plead.
He settles between my thighs, pressing a slow kiss to the inside of my knee, then another, working his way higher with maddening deliberation. Each press of his lips sends sparks dancing across my skin, winding me tighter with anticipation until I’m trembling, breath shallow, pulse fluttering like a trapped bird in my throat.
“So impatient,” he murmurs against my inner thigh, his breath hot and wicked, then pulls back up to sit on his heels. “Good things come to those who wait.”
But I can’t help it—I glance down, needing to see him, all of him.
And when I do, I freeze.
He’s completely nude, gloriously so, muscles everywhere. But the thick length between his thighs catchesmy attention, and not just because of the size, though he’s achingly hard and more than impressive. No, it’s the piercings. A row of small, gleaming silver bars runs beneath the head of his cock, glinting softly in the moonlight.
A Jacob’s ladder.
“Holy shit,” I whisper, eyes wide. “How does that feel?”
River glances up at me through thick lashes, smirking like the devil himself. “You’re about to find out, gorgeous.”
My mouth goes dry. My pussy clenches. And still, all I can do is stare.
It looks wicked on him, dangerous and beautiful, like everything about him is designed to undo me. The smooth metal contrasts against the thick, flushed heat of him, and the thought of what it might feel like inside me sends a fresh rush of heat through my body.
He’s still smirking as he leans back down and trails his mouth higher, eyes locked on mine.
And suddenly, waiting feels impossible.
I protest with a groan. His hand finally, finally slides between my thighs, fingers parting my folds with gentle pressure. We both moan at the contact—me from relief, him from excitement.
“Fuck, you’re drenched,” he says with evident awe. “All this for me?”
“Yes,” I gasp as he drags one finger through my wetness, gathering it before circling my entrance teasingly. “Only for you.”
The first press of his finger inside me is both relief and torture—good, so good, but nowhere near enough to satisfy the emptiness. I buck against his hand, seeking more, and he obliges by adding a second finger, stretching me deliciously.
“More,” I plead, my hands fisting in the sheets. “Please.”
River’s eyes, bright with desire, lock on mine as he adds a third finger, filling me more completely. The stretch burns slightly, but in the best possible way, my body adjusting quickly to accommodate him.
“Like this?” he asks, curling his fingers inside me and thrusting in and out, making my whole body shudder.
“Yes,” I cry out, hips lifting off the bed. “Like that.”
He never pauses, his thumb occasionally brushing my clit with just enough weight to drive me higher without pushing me over the edge. It’s deliberate torture, and he knows it.
“You should see yourself,” he murmurs, voice rough with desire. “Flushed and writhing on my fingers, so wet I can hear it every time I move inside you. So fucking beautiful.”
I’m beyond words now, reduced to moans and gasps as he drives me closer to the edge. Just when I think I might finally tip over, he withdraws his fingers, drawing a cry of protest from me.
“Shh,” he soothes, bringing his glistening fingers to his mouth. My eyes widen as he sucks them clean, an expression of pure bliss crossing his face. “Just assweet as I imagined,” he says with evident satisfaction.
The sight of him tasting me sends another rush of heat through my body.
“I need you inside me.”
“I will be,” he promises, pressing a quick, hard kiss to my lips, letting me taste myself on his tongue. “But first, I want you how you said you like it best.” He gives me a wicked grin. “Turn over for me, Emma. Hands and knees.”
The command sends a fresh wave of slick between my thighs. I comply immediately, rolling onto my stomach and pushing up onto all fours. Cool air hits my overheated skin as River moves behind me, and I resist the urge to look back at him to see what he’s thinking.
