He kisses my cheek, his lips wet against my skin. “That what I am?”
I turn over to face him when he’s undone the final button. The air touches my bare chest, cool but not cold. Enough that my nipples tighten. His gaze tracks downwards, then back to my face.
“Yes, River. That’s what you are to me. You’re everything.”
His hands slide into my hair, and he pulls my lips to his before I can breathe. His lips taste of coffee and dirt and adrenaline.
All of it, hot.
No pretense or performance, just overwhelming need for each other. The kind of need that makes me forget there are machines to be combed through and men to be stopped.
River pulls back, just enough to speak. “Been thinking about you all fucking night.”
“Yeah?” I ask.
He strips my pajama shirt off my body. “You have no idea how often I thought about coming home to you tonight. Some of those thoughts were about how we should have been together tonight. Either me with you here, or you with me there. How much I hated leaving you alone with Jackal and Shade.”
We’re basically nose to nose. “Next time, take me with you. What were the rest of your thoughts about?”
River shakes his head. “In the end, I was glad you weren’t. The FBI showed up.”
My heart rate spikes. “Oh my God. Is everyone okay? Were you?—?”
He places a finger over my lips, which would usually irritate the crap out of me, but he swiftly shifts to running it over my mouth. “I’ll tell you everything later. I want to tell you about the rest of my thoughts.”
How my life has changed. It would never have been this easy to dismiss the danger we’re now in six months ago. But I want to know about the rest of his thoughts more than I do what happened.
“Tell me,” I encourage.
“Gonna do one better—I’m going to show you.”
I put my arms around his neck. “For the record, I missed you too. I felt every second you were away.”
Our bodies line up against each other. His naked body, and me, still in my pajama pants. “Gone ten hours and it felt like days.” He groans, pushing me down gently until I’m flat against the mattress, his weight braced above me.
“We don’t have to do this if you’re too tired.”
River laughs. “Fucking you is just the sleep aid I need.”
I wrap my legs around his waist and rock up against him, feeling the hot, thick ridge of his cock between my thighs. “The last thing a person wants to be referred to is a sleep aid.”
“Mouthy little thing,” he murmurs.
“You like it,” I mutter against his lips.
River’s hand covers my throat. “Yeah. I really fucking do.”
I grab the back of his neck and pull him down to me, kissing his jaw, then neck, before sucking hard.
“Yeah, Wren. Fucking mark me. I don’t care if the world knows I’m yours.”
His encouragement leads to more sucking and licking of his skin. It’s salty with the sweat and stress of whatever happened tonight.
His hips roll against me, sending strong vibrations through my very core. There’s something about the way my body responds to his that’s affirming. Something that makes me comfortable in the form it’s in that feels rare.
Our lips find each other again, and I thrust my tongue into his mouth, to meet his.
He releases the weight from his arms to fully lie over me.
