Page 32 of Steal Me (Rebel Hearts Heists 1)
Those are his only words, the rest is expressed by the most bruising, violent kiss I’ve ever received. He invades my mouth with his tongue, kissing me so hard that his teeth clash against my lips. I kiss him back just as vehemently, giving just as good as I’m getting, not caring if one of us draws blood. He growls against my mouth.
“How could you even think I’d hurt you? After you saved me and after today?” I don’t answer with words, I nip at his bottom lip hard, too hard.
“I know. I know you wouldn’t, I just—”
He doesn’t talk, he kisses me again and his hands grab the collar of the scrubs I’m still wearing, tearing the fabric apart with one single yank, with a deafening sound. His gaze is desperate, full of anger, fear and want and it makes it hard to breathe, making me pant as he gives the same treatment to the new t-shirt bra I got at the mall. He tears the garment apart and closes his mouth on the peak of my already hardened nipple.
He sucks at my sensitive skin but it’s fleeting because his need takes over and he bites hard enough to make me scream, grabbing the rough ends of the hair he’s just chopped and pulling his head even closer to my chest.
I feel ablaze with a desire that I don’t care to hide or contain and I see the same in his eyes as he lifts his head when I pull his scrubs over his head. This is the first time I see River’s bare chest: he’s lean but sculpted, his muscles are hard, cut in granite.
And he’s inked but not as fully as I thought, he has the name ‘Josie’ tattooed in black ink on the center of his chest with two feathered wings sprouting from the ‘J’ and the ‘E’. His abs are defined in a perfect six pack fading into a V shape that disappears into the waistband of his scrubs.
When our chests meet and our lips begin devouring each other again, he lifts me onto the tempered glass table, settling between my legs and grinding his hardness against my core. I’m soaking wet and throbbing for him, my center turned into molten lava. My hands grab at his waistband of their own volition but before I can yank his pants down, he stops me by taking my wrists in his hands. His gaze is dark and intense, his eyes flashing with the same burning, urgent desire I feel but he’s working hard at keeping himself in check.
“Kitten, I … if you don’t want this, if you don’t want me—”
I tilt my head to kiss the hollow of his neck, at the center of his collarbone. “I want you, River.”
“Are you sure?” I understand his need to feel wanted.
“There’s no one I want more right now.”
“Fuck!” He growls and pulls me off the table for another kiss as we tear at each other’s clothes.
Now the last thing I want is to think about Pierce but when I see River in all his naked glory, I can’t help but notice how hot he looks compared to my ex. He’s big, so fucking huge. And he looks different, he doesn’t have all that skin at the end but gorgeous, smooth skin that I can’t help but stroke and touch. He’s so hard and the idea that I made him like that, makes me want to do something I never wanted to with my ex. I sink down on my knees, looking up into River’s hazel eyes and licking my lips before taking him into my mouth. That first night he wanted me to blow him and I’ll be damned if I wanted it then but things have changed a lot since.
I kiss, lick and suck at his hard length, adoring the feel of his smooth skin in my mouth, sliding his shaft back and forth while I massage his underside with my tongue. I hear his breathing increase in rate, coming out in harsh, choppy bursts and I increase the rhythm, wanting to taste him. But River takes a step back and pulls me up onto my feet again, kissing my lips and brushing his fingers against the bare skin of my wet center.
“Kitten that was fucking hot but I need to be inside you, I need to make you come, to feel you squeeze me between your thighs.” My inner muscles clench at only the sound of his words and I nod, thinking that he’ll lift me back on the table.
But River pushes me to the side, gently but firmly, making me lean against the smooth glass of the full length window that opens onto our suite’s balcony. The contact with the cool glass makes me shiver as I arch my back toward him. And he enters me with one single thrust, encasing his steely hardness in my soft, wet heat. I gasp at how good that feels and I feel my center throb with such an intense need that I didn’t think possible. When River begins thrusting in and out of me, I know that it won’t take long to push me over the edge because every thrust causes a ripple of intense pleasure deep into my core.
“Fuck you’re so tight, kitten. So soft. So hot.”
I moan desperately, matching his movements with my own, savoring every inch of him, greedy and dizzy with pleasure. “River …”
The sound of his name on my lips makes him thrust harder, faster, deeper and the feeling is too exquisite to fight it or resist. I’m his and I wouldn’t want it any other way.
“Don’t stop, please …” I beg as I feel myself tightening against him and that’s when he lets go of one of my hips, wrapping his hand around my long hair and tugging at it causing a burst of sensation that travels from my scalp down the length of my spine, straight into that tight bundle of nerves in my center.
If he’d pulled harder, it would’ve hurt but when he tugs a second time, I explode, my inner walls squeezing his hardness wildly as I scream my pleasure over and over until he stills, letting go of my hair and holding my hips flush with his. I feel him pulsing inside me, spasm after spasm, flooding my already wet core and biting softly at the back of my neck.
We stay joined for a long moment and it hits my mind how we did this in front of a full length window. Thank God we’re on the twenty-second floor. He slides out of me and kisses my lips again: this time softly, almost reverently.
“We need to pack our bags, kitten. We need to be ready to go as soon as the others arrive.”
