“You want to come in?”
“Is that wise, given your predicament?”
“My dad and sister are out shopping. Mom’s asleep.”
“Just for a minute. I can’t stay. I have…a lot of stuff to do and…”
Jesus, I was rambling. I never rambled.
River grinned like a bastard and opened the door to let me in, then shut it behind me. We stood in the wide entry, him on one side, me on the other. He crossed his arms and leaned against the wall, unnerving me with his relentless good looks. The long sleeves of his sweater were pushed up, and a large silver watch was strapped around his wrist, making his forearms obscenely sexy.
“I didn’t know if I was going to see you again,” River said, keeping his voice low. “You bailed fast the other day.”
The other day, he said. Casual and plain, as if it hadn’t upheaved my life in every possible way. And maybe his too. His first kiss with a guy.
And it was with me.
My composure returned on a tide of arrogant pride. “I suddenly remembered an urgent appointment and had to run out.” I held out the bag. “This is for you.”
He pushed off the wall, took it, then retreated, both of us staying in our corners while a sucking pull, like a tide, wanted to crash us together again.
River took the book out and let the bag fall. “Holy shit, this is awesome,” he murmured, flipping through the pages. He raised his eyes to mine. “Thank you.”
I tucked my hands into my coat pockets to give them something to do that wasn’t grabbing him. “It’s nothing.”
“It’s notnothing,” he said and tucked it under his arm. “Hold on a sec.”
He left the hall entry and took the stairs up two at a time. I sagged against the wall and scrubbed my hands over my face.
“Leave,” I whispered. “Leave now. Save yourself.”
River came back holding a rectangular box withMontegrappaembossed in gold.
“I didn’t have time to wrap it,” he said, handing it to me and resuming his lean against the opposite wall.
I wondered if he’d had the same aversion about unwrapping gifts while someone watched. If so, it’d be one of the few things we had in common.
He’s the calm. You’re the storm. This is never going to work.
Quickly, I opened the box to another glossy wood box inside. In that was a Montegrappa fountain pen in deep blue with a gold-plated nib. The pens weren’t cheap, and the idea that River had spent a few hundred dollars on me brought back that weak-in-the-knees-my-heart-is-going-to-burst feeling I’d had in the band room.
“Hold this for me, would you?”
I shoved the box into River’s hands, made fists in his sweater, and kissed him. I kissed him hard, driving him back against the wall of the entry, silencing my thoughts at the same time.
River froze, dazed under my onslaught as I pillaged his mouth, taking and tasting with wild, deep sweeps of my tongue. Taking charge of my emotions for this beautiful guy and channeling them into lust.
Blindly, River fumbled to put the box on the entry table, and then his hands went to my waist, hauling our groins together. My erection sought his through my pants as our mouths mauled with biting, ferocious kisses. His masculine essence was mine; I drank it down, knowing I was the first. Reveling that no one had been here before, not the way he’d always wanted.
“Fuck,” he groaned, sounding pained.
I felt it too. Our impossibility battling with the fiercest want as our hands roamed and grasped, surrendering to the white-hot lust thatripped like a current from me to him and back again.
Finally, River gripped me by the collar, physically prying my mouth from his and holding me inches away, our breaths gasping over wet lips.
“I want to see you tonight,” he growled, his eyes heavy and lidded and dark as they dropped down to my mouth again and again.
I could only nod mutely and flicked out my tongue to lick his lips. He groaned in barely restrained hunger, holding us back from destroying each other in the entry of his family’s house.
