Page 14 of Wild River

“What are you…?”

With my free hand, I yank my baggy t-shirt up and place his palm on my bared stomach. Even though I knew what was coming, my breath hitches and my whole body rolls toward the touch, while Jake makes a wounded noise behind me andcrushes me closer to the counter. His fingertips hook under the waistband of my shorts, and his face presses against the back of my head. His whole powerful frame trembles with the effort of holding back.

“Are you sure?” The question scrapes out of him, and god, he already sounds ruined. I am, too.

“Sosure.”

His hand slides slowly, so slowly, down my stomach.

Six

Jake

Holy hell, I did not see this coming when I woke up this morning. When I threw on a shirt and shoved my feet in my boots, when I set off for the river with a fishing rod and a cooler of beers, how could I possibly have known thatthisis where I’d wind up?

With a fuckingangelin my arms, squirming shamelessly against my front, begging breathlessly for my touch. Becca put my hand on her taut belly, and now she’s tugging on my wrist, trying to coax me lower.

God damn.

I shouldn’t do this.

I shouldn’t.

Not when she’s had such an intense day already. What if she regrets it tomorrow?

But when my fingertips meet the soft, trimmed hair between her legs, I’m not strong enough to resist. Becca deserves better, she deserves a gentleman who’d keep his hands off her, but thesecond my middle finger parts her folds and finds her slick and wanting… it’s over for me. Call it.

“Becca.”

My chest heaves for air, and my skin burns hot beneath my clothes. She mewls and yanks harder on my wrist, trying to get me down there properly. Trying to rock against the one finger I’ve slid down there already.

Holy shit. We’ve barely started, and my ears are ringing.

“Becca,” I say again, rubbing my face on the side of her head. Christ, I can’t get enough of her. Want to feel every inch of her silken skin; want to bathe in her scent and lick her all over.

Want to eat this girl alive.

“Come on.” She yanks on my wrist, breathless now. “Come on, come on.Please.”

Well, how can I say no to that?

Heart drumming, I slide my hand all the way down to cup her bare pussy, groaning at the damp heat against my palm. The angle is kinda awkward on my wrist, and we’re both jammed against the counter’s edge, but I don’t care.

I’m not stopping now.

Not backing off unless Becca tells me to.

“Feel that,” I mutter, squeezing her pussy gently. Becca whimpers and rocks against my hand, trying for more friction.Soon. I’ll give it to her soon. “Feel how hot and slick and swollen you are, baby. You need this, don’t you?”

Becca nods jerkily, her red hair getting caught in my beard. Good. That’s what I want: the two of us tangled up together. Completely inseparable.

“Uh-huh. I need it.”

“Right. Who’s the guy you were gonna marry this morning?”

My hold on her is firm. Possessive.

Becca makes a small sound. “Tristan Peters.”

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