I instantly pause, pulling my face away from hers. “We can stop.”
Her head shakes. “No. Don’t.” The words almost frantic, before crashing her mouth back to mine. Deft fingers undo the buttons on my shirt before yanking it from the waistband of my jeans. “There’s no one here to judge us.”
My entire body is on fire. Between her hands and her mouth, I think I might combust.
Without even having River do more than knead my flesh and kiss me, I know she will ruin me. Maybe she already has.
“Hold on.”
Her arms loop around my neck, my large palms gripping behind her thighs to wrap her legs around me.
Sculpted dark brows shoot high. “Impressive.”
“What? Carrying you?”
She only nods.
River isn’t thin. She has curves and soft flesh for me to squeeze. A figure that women pay surgeons to construct for them. But I’ve wrestled whole cows, pulled tractors, and thrown bales of hay like they weigh nothing.
Why the hell is she worried about me carrying her?
“Boss, what type of men have you been with?” I press my mouth to hers briefly as I carry my precious cargo down the long hallway. “Never mind, don’t answer that. You’re with me now.”
Marching up the east set of stairs, my mouth never leaves her skin. My grip is tight on the curves of her ass, as if unwilling to let her go. My hold only loosening when I cross the threshold into my bedroom.
Setting her down on the edge of my bed, the black comforter blends with the scrub pants I still haven’t torn from her body. Lust-filled eyes stare up at me, her arms still looped around my neck.
Kissing her jaw, my voice drops. “Say yes.”
“To what?” she swallows audibly. I already know her answer. It’s there in her eyes as they focus on the strain of my rock-hard dick against my jeans.
In an instant, I’m in her space. My fists dig into the mattress on either side of her hips. “River, I am seconds from no longer being the gentleman my dad raised me as. Say yes.”
Wetting her lower lip, she leans in closer, our mouths brushing. With a giggle, she snatches my hat from my head. The quick shake allowing my waves to fall around my face. River doesn’t hesitate to shove it on her head backward, ignoring that thick ponytail.
Dark desire blossoms in her eyes. A wicked grin pulling at the corner of her mouth to accompany it.
“Take me for a ride, cowboy.”
Chapter 5
River
It’sbeentwoyearssince I had a man’s hands on me.
Now, I want nothing more than to have Gray’s hands covering every inch of me.
Learning every curve, every dip, and every bit of soft muscle.
His long fingers curl into the band of my pants before sliding them down my legs. Butterflies float through my lower belly, my core tightening before further soaking my Lycra seamless underwear.
“I bet you taste like a cool drink of water,” he breathes, the tip of his proud nose running along my seam atop my basic panties.
Fuck. Did he just say that? Did I like that?
“Grayson.”
“Already demoted from Gray,” he chuckles against my bare inner thigh, the short beard tickling my skin. The abrasiveness is as tantalizing as it is a tease.
