Page 16 of Wild River

Want to hear her say my name like that again, another thousand times. Breathless and needy and so sweet.

“That’s it, baby. Hump my fingers. Feels good, right? Just wait until I get my cock inside you, Becca. Just wait until I get my mouth down there. Gonna get you addicted to me. Gonna lick you until you scream.”

She lets out a little wail, still riding my hand, and yeah, my wrist throbs from the angle now, but I won’t stop. Not for anything.

Not until she falls apart like I know she can.

“Come on.” My teeth graze her throat again, a little harder this time. Christ, I want to eat her alive. “Come on, baby. Show me how pretty you are when you come. Let me hear it. Let mefeelit.”

Becca cries out, a shudder rolling through her whole body. Her channel clamps down impossibly tight on my fingers, and a new wave of slickness coats my palm. She twists and squirms, her breath held as she comes and comes and comes.

Atta girl.

Chest soaring with triumph, I wait until she collapses against my front, then pull my fingers out and lick ‘em clean, right over her shoulder. Right where she can see the hunger etched on my face.

Becca’s eyes are wide, watching me. Yeah, I guess this has been an intense few minutes.

And I should lay off, should dial it back, should be less primal about this, especially after the day she’s had. Especially since this is clearly Becca’s first time. Even knowing that, it takes every ounce of my will power to clear my throat and step back.

Cool air washes over my front, and all I want in the world is to step close and have Becca crushed against me again. But that’s too much. Need to give the poor girl some breathing room.

“Thanks,” I mutter, like an idiot. “That was… yeah.”

The most world-shattering thing I’ve ever experienced. No big deal.

But Becca gives a shaky nod, and turns back to the sink. After a long pause, she turns the faucet on again, topping up the hot water. Guess we’re back to doing dishes. Like nothing ever happened.

“No problem,” Becca says, all high and scratchy. “I’ll just finish these up.”

Out of view behind her, I dig the heel of my left palm into my eye.

Seven

Becca

Earlier tonight, Jake turned my whole world upside down and shook it like a snow globe. He touched me in ways that no man has ever done before. Lit up my nerve endings and made my heart soar. And not only that, but he did it with so much hunger, so much possession, so much desperatewantthrobbing in his voice that for a minute there… I thought it was real.

Not that it was fake. That’s not fair. I wholly believe that the gruff mountain man really wanted me for those few minutes by the kitchen sink. I may have only known Jake for a day, but I know for a fact that he doesn’t lie about things. He doesn’t mess around like that.

He really wanted me…

And now he doesn’t.

Wrapping my arms around my knees, I curl up into an even tighter ball on his sofa. Holding myself like this, giving myself the world’s most tragic hug, is the only way I’m keeping it together.

Need to act normal. Need to keepsomepride, damn it.

“Sure you don’t want a book or something?”

Jake shoots me the dozenth concerned glance in the space of a few minutes, his hands pausing in the middle of his task. He’s got an old radio on the coffee table, taken apart into loads of fiddly little pieces. Either he’s fixing it, or this is his version of a jigsaw puzzle.

I shake my head and force a smile. “I’m good.”

If I move, if I stop hugging myself, all the bottled up emotions will spill out of me in a big, messy flood. It will be awful. Because Jake saved my life today and brought me back here to recover in his cabin; hell, he even gave me the best orgasm of my life. And the fact that I’m being a bruised, pathetic weenie about the fact that he’s done with me already, that he doesn’t want any more…

Yeah. Gonna keep those ugly emotions bottled up where they belong.

But Jake frowns at me, his dark eyebrows lowered. His stare is so piercing, reading me like a book. “You must be bored, though.”

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