Page 12 of Rock & Roll Nights: The Lila and Rivers Edit
“My first thought when I saw you was that you must be an amazing kisser,” I said.
And then I wanted to slap myself for saying something so stupid. Who the fuck gets in bed with Rivers Shine and tells him that she thought about kissing him the first time she saw him?
Instead of laughing at me, though, he licked his lower lip, then ducked his head and gave me a slow, searching kiss. “And?” he whispered against my lips. “Were you right?”
I pushed up off the bed and threw caution to the wind. “I’m not sure. Maybe you better do it some more so I can decide.”
Another deep, dark chuckle from him sent all of my blood rushing right to the spot between my legs, and he brushed his lips against mine again. “Anything else you want me to try? Just for the sake of research, of course.”
His hand traveled from my face down my neck, between my breasts, to rest lightly on my stomach, and I started to breathe more quickly.
“Yes,” I whispered. “Just for research. Of course.”
“Of course,” he whispered.
And without asking, he slid his hand lower. Under the waistband of my jeans and then under the cotton of my panties. Lower and then lower again as my legs dropped open and my body bowed up, acting of its own free will.
When he found the wetness between my legs, I cried out, but he dove down and claimed my mouth again, swallowing my cry. And then we were done being slow or shy or hesitant. His fingers curled against me, making me buck for him, and I moaned and tried desperately to get out of my jeans. His hand left me for a moment, and seconds later he was jerking my jeans down over my legs, throwing them to the side, and giving me a quick, dark look before stripping me of my panties as well.
I should have felt shy. I should have second-guessed what I was doing. But I was burning with need for him by this time and too far gone to let my brain hold any sway.
He stood up and stripped off his shirt, revealing a body so full of artwork that I couldn’t take it all in. Every inch of his skin was covered with color. Swirls and lines and illustrations that must map out the path of his life, and that I would have asked about except now definitely wasn’t the time.
He got his pants down, bending to pull them from his ankles, and when he stood, his cock at attention and bumping against his belly, I let out a sound I was sure I’d never made before.
“What?” he asked.
“You’re beautiful,” I murmured.
That half-smile that I was starting to really like colored his mouth and he crawled back into bed with me, pausing only to remove my shirt before he bent to kiss my neck, just under my ear. “That’s my line,” he whispered.
“Doesn’t mean I can’t use it,” I murmured back. “Are you going to spend the rest of the night talking, or are you actually going to do follow through on this research idea?”
I felt his lips smile against my skin and his knee moved between my legs, spreading them apart and making room for him. He was on me before I could take a breath, the head of his cock nudging against me and my wrists wrapped in one of his hands.
“Are you complaining?” he asked. “You going to run?”
I looked up into his gorgeous, sad eyes and shook my head. “I’m not going anywhere.”
Instead of answering, he spread me apart a little more, kissed me, and then pushed inside of me.
And then he paused, both of us growing still and silent as pleasure flooded the world. When he looked down and caught my gaze, his eyes were blazing. Bright and dark at the same time, and so intense that I felt like I was being burned.
I forgot that thought when he started to move, his strokes long and slow. He was cradling me, holding me as if I was the most precious thing in the world. Like he thought he might break me if he went too hard.
He was wrong. I arched off the bed and wrapped my legs around him, lifting my hips to take more of him. Begging himwith my body to go deeper. Harder. Longer. I was half-drunk and so turned on I could barely see. I didn’t want slow and sweet.
I didn’t want hesitation.
“Rivers.” His name was nothing more than a breath on my lips. I didn’t have the bandwidth to give him more than one word. Not right now, when my body was starting to clench around him, pulling him deeper and deeper as the pressure built. Begging him to go harder. Faster.
“Yes, Sunshine Girl?” he murmured.
God, he wanted words. Right now.
And of course he did, a small voice inside me said sharply. He probably never did anything the easy way.
“Please.”
