A groan tears from my throat. I tug her forward, light but insistent, guiding her until she’s standing between my legs. I’m still sitting on the edge of her couch, and she’s right there, close enough to feel the heat rolling off of her.
I really notice it now—the damp ends of her hair, the clean scent of soap, the way her skin looks fresh-scrubbed and soft. The floral scent is stronger than ever, and it’s what’s making me press against the metal teeth of my zipper.
“Did you shower for me?”
She nods again, lips parting. Her breathing is picking up in speed, but she’s not trying to step back. Rather, she lifts herhands and gently runs them against my fingers. Leaning into my touch, a sigh leaves her when I run my fingers down to her hips and give them both a squeeze.
I love these dresses. Is her entire wardrobe full of them, or did she just wear one for me?
Another groan, this one lower in my gut. “Fuck, Daliah.”
I can ask her why, but the answer is obvious. Now all I want to do is nuzzle my nose into the crook of her neck and breathe her in until I’m deprived of oxygen, just filling myself withher.
Pulling her down, a gasp escapes her as she climbs onto my lap. Another laugh leaves her as she’s forced to cling to me, this one coming out more nervous. However, once my hand slides to the back of her neck, she’s making more of a purring sound.
“Can I kiss you again, Daliah?” Reaching down with my free hand, I stroke her thigh through the thin fabric of that haunting dress. “I haven’t been able to get those lips off my mind.”
Just to tease me, she sinks her teeth into her bottom lip. “There’s no one to interrupt us this time.”
Good to know I wasn’t the only one upset by that.
When she nods, I don’t have the strength to wait a second longer.
I’m kissing her like I’ve been dying to for three days. She melts into me instantly, her hands finding my chest, fisting in my shirt. Her mouth opens beneath mine, and I take everything she offers, licking inside, tasting her, drinking her in.
She breaks away just long enough to gasp, “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you. I want—I want you to do more than kiss me.”
I’m a weak man. The weakest. My hands return to her hips, and I pull her right where I need her, where she can feel exactly what she does to me. She gasps against my mouth, shifting instinctively, and I have to grip her harder to keep from losing my mind right there.
“I swear I just came to see you, Daliah.” The words are pained, honest. “I just needed to see you. But if you want me to touch you—” I curse softly, my head tilting back as I try to keep myself collected. “I’ll do it. I’ll do whatever you want.”
“Please, River. I want… No, Ineedit. I need you.”
My hands find the hem of her dress—that soft, flowing part that’s been driving me crazy since I got here—and I lift just enough to reveal the delicate fabric beneath, the panties that are doing nothing to hide how much she wants this by their dampened dark color. How much she wants me.
I force myself to meet her eyes. “Have you touched yourself? Thinking about me?”
At first, her eyes grow wide at my question. But then, she’s nodding, her breath hitching.
“How many times?”
“Twice last night.”
Christ.I want to know about the nights before, too, but that’ll take too long. I want her to cream on my fingers. Want her juices to prune my fingertips.
I don’t wait. My hand slides beneath the fabric, shoving inside, to find her wet in a way that matches everything I’ve been feeling.
She cries out, hips jerking forward, and I capture the sound with my mouth.
This isn’t going the way I thought it would, but there’s no way in hell we’re going to be able to slow down. Not now, not ever.
By the end of today, this woman is going to bemine.
7
Daliah
All these noises escaping me are making me want to hide my face and disappear. Unable to control them, River only makes them worse as he works his fingers between my folds.
