Page 71 of Second Chance Savior

I brought my hand between my legs. Used my thumb to stroke a few times over my panties, feeling the dampness there. River sat up to one side of me, watching. He pressed the heel of his hand to the hard length in his jeans, and at the same time, I dipped my fingers beneath the fabric of my panties and over my sensitive folds.

“Like this,” I whispered. “But I pretended you were touching me.”

With a growl and a muttered curse, he yanked my panties down and off. Pushed my hand aside and opened my legs.

And then his lips found my center.

Such intense pleasure. I grabbed handfuls of the blanket. River’s mouth, that sharp tongue that had infuriated me so many times, was sliding over and inside the most intimatepart of me. The tip of his tongue flicked over my clit, and it was almost too much.

After a few moments, his immediate frenzy passed, and he slowed down again. My hips lifted. Wanting more. But he just smiled. Pressed a teasing kiss to where my inner thigh met my pelvis.

“You don’t know how many times I’ve imagined this. Finding out what you taste like.”

“Is it good?”

“Fucking addictive.”

Then there was no more talking for a while. Just breathing, River’s small moans, my gasps and cries. All the tension and fear and uncertainty of the last couple of days whited out. I gave myself completely to that moment and to him.

I wound my fingers into his dark hair and held on tight as pleasure exploded through me.

River sat up and wiped the back of his hand over his mouth. I probably looked debauched.

He got off of the bed and pushed down his jeans and boxer briefs in one go. As I admired his long, lean body, I arched my back to reach behind me and unhook my bra, which neither of us had bothered to remove yet.

And then River stretched out on top of me, skin to skin.

We kissed lazily. His cock pushed insistently at my belly, but he didn’t seem to be in a hurry to deal with it. I touched as much of him as I could. From the broad expanse of his back, down to his narrow waist and the curve of his muscular behind.

“I never thought I’d have you this way,” he said, hair falling over his forehead.

“I definitely didn’t expect it.” The past couple of days felt more like a dream than real. Mostly a nightmare. Maybe I wasn’t in my right mind to fall into bed with River like this.

But I didn’t regret it. Not even close. I wanted a lot more.

“Do you have condoms handy in this remote yet well-appointed cabin?” Part of me hoped to heaven he did. But the other part of me wasn’t sure I liked that idea.

“Are you asking if I’ve brought women here?”

“No, but now I’m curious.” As if the idea had just occurred to me.Sure.

“I haven’t.”

“No other damsels you’ve rescued with the Protectors?”

“Nope, not me.” He kissed my ear, briefly sucking the lobe and tugging it between his teeth. “If I had, would you be jealous?”

“Nope, not me,” I parroted. As if I had any right.

“I think I packed a box of condoms in a first-aid kit somewhere, just because I like to be prepared for anything.” Another kiss, this one between my breasts. “But do we need it? I’ve been tested. And the thought of being bare inside of you. God, Charlie, that does me in.” He lifted his head and looked up at me in that particularly River way. A sheen of humor and sweetness, and then sharp-edged wickedness underneath. A man who could be light-hearted one moment, and a deadly killer the next.

I used birth control. And I did want River exactly as he was. Every part of him, stripped bare with no more pretenses between us. But I couldn’t make myself that vulnerable. I was ignoring reality for a while, but I was stillme.

“I’d feel more comfortable using protection.”

He nodded, barely betraying a hint of disappointment. “No problem. I’ll work with that. We can have other fun now, and I’ll find the condoms for later.”

“Later? You’re already making plans?”

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