Page 31 of Embers in the Outfield

I shove the door closed, and I push him against it.

“Tonight, dessert comes first,” I say, and then go back to devouring his mouth. I guess I have to take charge of this whole thing right now because he seems a little hesitant to do anything about my needs.

He pulls me away and looks at me. He’s breathing heavily, much like me, and I can see desire swimming in those hazel irises.

“Oh yeah, you’ve made the executive decision?” he taunts, and I don’t know if I want to yell at him or devour him. Probably both, if I’m being honest.

“Well, someone has to take charge,” I say, and right then, I’m flipped so that my back is against the door, and River’s gaze feels like a flame taking over every part of me he is inspecting.

“My sweet, sweet Kennedy, you should know by now I love playing games with you,” he says, and the slyness to his tone confirms my suspicions; he wanted to get me agitated and horny.

“You prick. You set me up,” I say, but there’s no malice in my tone.

“No, I just made you want this,” he says as he grabs my hand and puts it directly over the bulge that’s growing behind his zipper. “I needed to know you wanted me, and now I know.”

Cocky bastard. “Well, now I don’t know if I want you anymore.” Liar! My subconscious screams back at me.

“Oh really,” he says as he moves his hand along my neck, down my collarbone, sliding down my abdomen, then reaching down and pulling the skirt to my dress up. He slowly moves his fingers up my inner thigh until he reaches the juncture of my legs. He moves my panties to the side, then slowly moves his index finger through my folds.

“Someone is lying.” He smiles as he moves that finger along my slit and brings it back up between us, the glistening evidence of my arousal.

“I think someone needs to eat her words.” He moves his finger closer to my lips, and, on instinct, I open for him.

I don’t know why I comply. I’m usually the one commanding my partners sexually, so this is a welcome change for me. It feels like I can finally let someone else take control, and I can let go a bit.

The moment I wrap my lips around his finger, I moan, swirling my tongue and tasting my musky scent, feeling my body ignite.

“All I picture are those red lips wrapped around my cock.” He yanks his finger out of my mouth, and a pop is made from the suction I had around his finger.

He crashes his lips against mine again, this time picking me up, much like the last time we were mauling each other here, and starts carrying me to my room.

The moment we enter my bedroom, he puts me on my bed, hovering over me.

“Such a shame this gorgeous dress is going to be a waste.” His words don’t register until he’s taking the front of it and ripping the fabric in two down my chest and torso.

“That’s a brand new dress, Riv.” I try to sound angry, but there’s no bite to my words because, fuck, if this is ever the turn-on. He’s ravenous for me, and that’s making my heart pound even harder. I’m surprised he can’t hear it beneath my ribcage.

“Sweetheart, there’s nothing gentle about me in the bedroom. Get used to it.” With that, he finishes off the remainder of the dress, and I’m in nothing but my thong. His eyes flame as he sees me panting, my nipples pebbled with the air conditioning hitting my skin. He pulls his lower lip in with his teeth, and I can see he’s taking in the sight of me naked beneath him.

All I see is need in his eyes, and I wonder how we went this long, ignoring this electric current that obviously exists around us at every turn. He’s searing me with his gaze as he looks me up and down. I feel like each cell in my body is on fire, and I’m wiggling because the anticipation of what will come next is making the hairs on my body stand at attention.

“I don’t know where to start with you, Kennedy. You’re fucking perfect.” He licks his lips, looking like a man preparing for his next meal.

“Maybe start by taking your clothes off,” I say as I reach for the fabric of his shirt.

He brings his hands behind his head and pulls his shirt up and over. The movement only accentuates his muscles, and I see all that tanned skin on display.

His pants come off next, leaving him only in boxers.

“You’re almost there, just one more piece of clothing,” I taunt, moving my toes to try to pry the fabric off him.

“Ah, ah, Kennedy. Patience.” He brings his hands to my stomach and then moves his thumbs under my lace panties,grazing the skin above the spot that I know would bring some relief. He knows what I want, but he’s deliberately avoiding that one place between my legs. He holds that power, knowing all the right buttons to press along my body.

Without warning, he balls a side of my panties in his hands and pulls, ruining yet another piece of fabric on my body.

“I’d tell you I will replace them, but I have no plan of doing that. Maybe I’ll leave you without any panties so that each time you’re with me, I know I can fuck you anywhere and anytime I want.”

His dirty mouth is just fuel to this fire he’s building within me. I can’t help the way my hips move, trying to find friction, even if he’s still in his boxers. I know I’m getting my wetness on those boxers, and something about that just makes me do it more.

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