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Damn, if I’m not seconds away from coming in my pants like some teenager.

I look up at the gorgeous creature who has me pinned, and I smile. “If you want me on my knees before you, all you have to do is ask.”

Instead of being pissed or breaking my arm, she looks at me curiously.

Intrigued.

Fuck me sideways!

She releases her hold slowly, and I’m careful not to move, besides lowering my arm to my side. Her fingers skim lightly along my arm, over my shoulder, as if she’s judging my worthiness. I suck in a sharp breath, my chest puffing out, never once looking away from her gaze as she studies me.

Her fingernails drag lightly along my neck before settling there, while the other one grabs my jaw. And fuck if I’m not into her manhandling and restraining me. My cock throbs painfully when she searches my eyes with a narrowed gaze, her grip on my throat tightening.

I’m not even breathing when she lowers her head and brushes her lips against mine.

It’s like she sucked out my soul, filling me up with her essence, a taste that leaves me craving more. Much too soon, she pulls away, and I groan in protest, the air feeling cold without her touch.

A flash of disappointment enters her expression, and I fucking panic. Without thinking, I reach out and slip my arms around her legs, my hands settling possessively along the back of her bare thighs. I drag her closer until her breasts are right in front of me.

Not giving her time to protest, I settle my mouth over her nipple and suck hard. A gasp escapes her. When her fingers settle into my hair, her nails scraping against my scalp, I can’t stop my hand from slipping farther between her thighs…and discover she’s not fucking wearing any underwear.

I groan and run my fingers along her pussy, sweeping my fingers up until I find the bundle of nerves and giving it a light stroke. When she squirms, I give her clit another flick. She fists my hair in her hands, almost to the point of pain, and I fucking love every second.

I release her breast and pull back to look up at her, only for her to tighten her grip on my hair. She glares down at me, and I run my fingers along her folds, watching her pupils dilate with lust. Her hips thrust in time with my hand, seeking my touch. Her eyes slide close, her head falls back, and it’s the most beautiful sight I’ve ever seen.

I lean forward, give her breast a sharp nip, and she growls, her arousal coating my fingers. When she looks down at me, I grab the fabric of her shirt between my teeth and tug. “Off.”

She doesn’t hesitate to obey, and my cock leaks when her gorgeous breasts come into view. Because damn if they aren’t a thing of beauty, needing to be worshipped, and I’m just the man to do it.

Chapter Twelve

TABITHA

Iclutch at River as the world around me dissolves. The only thing that keeps me grounded is his touch as he plays my body like an instrument.

After the initial kiss, I pulled away in disappointment. I’d felt a tiny spark of curiosity, but nothing like when Pierce devoured me as if he couldn’t get enough.

That spark turned into an inferno when he grabbed me and took control of my body.

Now, I can only feel as he worships my breasts with his tongue and teeth, his hands doing something amazing to my body that makes me melt. I clutch him close, shamelessly riding his fingers. Heat spreads through my limbs, my body tingling as I’m pushed higher and higher.

Then I explode, helpless to do anything but ride out the waves of pleasure.

I understood the concept of an orgasm, even touched myself a time or two, but I only ended up bored.

Finally, I understand the appeal.

River nuzzles my breasts, his fingers slowing into a soothing caress as I struggle to remember how to breathe. Once the strength returns to my legs, I straighten, not realizing he’s caught my weight, holding me upright while I become aware of reality once again.

Heat fills my cheeks for allowing anyone to see me so vulnerable, but I can’t say I regret it. If anything, I want to do it again.

At that thought, I pull away, cursing when my legs wobble slightly. I peer down at River when he slowly pulls away. He watches me as he brings his hand to his mouth, then sucks it clean, an appreciative gleam in his brown eyes.

My vagina clenches at the sight, and I almost take a step toward him to demand more when I catch myself. I narrow my eyes on River, wondering what kind of spell he wove around me.

When he stands, he picks up my shirt and offers it to me. “I’m here whenever you need me. And I’ll be sure to pick out some undergarments I think will suit you, since you seem to have none. A woman like you shouldn’t have to go through life without the finer things.”

I expect to see a lustful gleam in his eyes, so I’m taken aback when I spot the soft, almost affectionate look instead. Slightly freaked out, I grab the shirt and stalk back toward the house without saying a word, very conscious of my nudity. I don’t do regrets—they change nothing—and I’m left to contemplate his words for the rest of the night.

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