His moans became louder. He rubbed against me, seeking relief.
Fuck, it felt so good.
I ran my hands over his shoulders, feeling the familiar contours beneath my palms, yet everything about this touch was different—it was charged. It was as if every moment we’d spent together recently, every laugh and lingering glance, had led us to this moment.
“River,” Adam whispered against my lips, and fuck, I could come from the sound alone.
“You taste so fucking good, Adam,” I whispered back.
Our kiss slowed, not ending but changing, becoming tender and affirming. With each peck, with my lips trapped between Adam’s, I lost a little more of myself, and, in that moment, I didn’t give two shits about it.
When we finally parted, we were both panting like we’d had a full round of sex. Our eyes met, and I held my breath, waiting for the moment he realized what he’d done.
All I saw was a smile.
“Wow. That was?—”
“Unforgettable,” I said, finishing his thought.
“Yeah.”
We were the same height, so it would’ve been easy to reach out and kiss him again. I didn’t allow myself the transgression. Not yet, at least.
When he pushed his lips forward to kiss me, I placed my hand between our mouths.
“If we keep doing this, I’m going to want more. Hell, I already do,” I confessed. “But I think we should talk first.”
He let out a breath. “Yeah, you’re right. We should talk.”
18
ADAM
My pulse hammered in my ears as I followed River to the living room, my lips tingling, my dick way too hard, and my brain too blood-deprived to hold a coherent thought.
River had questions. I got it. But how was I supposed to give him answers when I didn’t have any? All I knew was that kissing River had shifted my alignment, and I was struggling to figure out which way was up.
A problem my dick clearly didn’t have.
We sat facing each other on the bigger couch, and I couldn’t help smiling at the situation.
“What’s the grin for?” he asked, his smile mirroring mine.
“I kissed a boy and I liked it,” I sang.
A cushion hit my face, and I laughed harder. Whatever had just happened, I was on a high. I could only imagine this was how it must feel to skydive, or go white-water rafting.
The kiss had been a revelation. River’s lips had been firm, insistent, but also pliant. He’d let me take charge and given me time to adjust, but when he finally responded and took over, it had hit me like no other kiss in my whole life.
He’d left me dizzy and craving more. How could I get this conversation out of the way so we could get back to breathing each other’s air?
“God, Adam, I have so many questions.”
“Can we not bypass all that and go back to kissing? I’m so fucking hard.”
He groaned and ran his hands over his face, scratching his short scruff.
“You’re killing me here.”
