Page 72 of A Midnight Romance
He’s quiet for a moment before saying, “You can touch me if you want to.”
I don’t respond, and instead hook my fingers under the hem of the towel and give it a quick tug, pulling him into me. I’m too shy to verbalize what I want, and it’s easier to show him. Bringing a hesitant hand up to his chest, I let my fingertips run across his warm skin, and he inhales sharply.
“What if I want to do more than just touch you?”
Suddenly, River’s mouth is on mine, seizing my breath with his soft and gentle lips. His hands coil around my long hair as he urges me deeper into his kiss. Our tongues tangle in each other, and a tight moan escapes from my lips.
River tastes like every depraved thought I’ve ever had and it’s utterly thrilling.
His hands slide up the back of my silk nightshirt, until he lifts it over my head. The cool air from the ceiling fan hits my nipples, making them harden.
River breaks our kiss and draws his head back to stare at me. His eyes roam around my bare chest taking in every inch as he pulls off my panties. “You’re perfect.”
A blush creeps up my neck and I smile up at him. “So are you.”
Both of his hands are on my cheeks, he runs his thumb across my bottom lip, then leans down to kiss me again.
My arms wrap around his waist.
“Take it off,” he gently commands.
My heart skips a beat when I hear his words and eagerly I slip my fingers under the cotton. With a slight tug on the corner, the towel piles at our feet. Then to my utter shock the entire universe goes blurry as I watch him retrieve my panties that just fell to the floor, and bring them up to his face and breathe in.
“Mmm,” he moans.
Oh my god.
But quickly, my eyes find a row of silver balls that line both sides of his shaft. “Um, you’re—”
“Pierced?”
“Yes.” I can’t take my eyes off it. It’s fascinating, yet erotic.
After a subtle chuckle, his commanding touch finds the elastic band of my matching pajama shorts. He lowers them, sliding them off until they hit the ground.
“I’ve wanted this for so long.” His pupils dilate as he smooths over my entire body. With all ambitions pushed aside, I let myself become empowered by how I’ve caused his length to grow significantly.
I blush.
River’s hands move from my hair, sliding down my back, to grip the cheeks of my ass. In one smooth movement, he hoists me up wrapping my legs around his waist. “Take me to your bed.”
“Say no more,” he replies. Then a small bite on my bottom lip sends a shockwave through me before River lowers me onto a platform bed.
The black sheets are soft on my skin as my body sinks into them. I scoot myself further, keeping my stare trained on his sculpted body. A light buzz travels up the spine in anticipation of what we’re about to do.
“Now”—he palms the bed, bringing his lips to mine—“open up for me.”
Thunder pounds inside my chest as my heartbeat quickens. I mirror his movements, lying back into the thick down comforter, spreading my legs opening for him.
With one purposeful thrust, he enters me and forces a grunt from my throat. It steals my breath—in the best way.
“Oh, River.” The bottom half of my body trembling on contact. Hitting every spot possible, he rolls in deeper.
“You’re so wet.”
My back arches, rising me to my elbows, with overwhelming pleasure but also disbelief this is happening. I’m allowing the mysterious masked man who rescued me from that cabin a couple weeks ago—the same one who I’m confident became my stalker and who I’m now figuring out might be a serial killer himself—to sleep with me. I’m giving in to him and, every nightmare I’ve had is turning into a dream including the depraved ones.
I squeeze my eyes shut. The intensity is too much for me to form a coherent thought or acknowledge. River continues to roll his hips into me, keeping his movement slow and deep.
