Page 141 of River Wild

His hands push the dress off my shoulders, down over my hips, letting it fall to the floor. Leaving me in my lacy black underwear and my red heels.

I turn to face him.

His eyes move down my body, the moonlight in the window casting light over us.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, Carrie,” he whispers roughly.

“And you’re still dressed.”

I reach out and unbutton his shirt with shaky fingers, taking my time, the way he did with my zipper. When the last button is undone, I slide my hands up his bare chest and push the shirt back off his shoulders.

He frees his arms from it and tosses it to the floor.

I lean forward and press a kiss to his bare chest, over his heart.

He shudders. His hand slides into my hair, gripping it, and he tilts my head back and covers my mouth with his.

He walks me backward, not breaking our kiss once, until the backs of my legs hit his bed.

I sit down on the edge of it. I unbutton the fastening on his pants and lower the zipper.

River kicks off his shoes and removes his pants. Then, he takes off his boxer shorts.

I suck in a breath.

He’s still as big and perfect as I remember him being.

The sight of his cock makes my mouth water. I’ve never had this reaction to a man’s penis before. But, with his, I definitely do.

He reaches down and fists his cock.

It’s so insanely erotic.

He’s so virile and just so goddamn male.

I want to know what he tastes like. How he will feel in my mouth.

I reach my hand out, covering his over his cock, bring my mouth to his dick, and press a kiss to the tip of it.

He sucks in a deep breath. The muscles in his stomach tightening.

I part my lips and slide the tip of him into my mouth.

He tastes salty and musky. I like it.

River leans over me and unsnaps my bra, removing it. I have to take my mouth and hand off him to let him do so.

I don’t get a chance to get my hand or mouth back on him because he lowers to his knees in front of me.

He removes my heels from my feet. Then, he hooks his fingers into the elastic of my panties. I lift my hips to give him purchase.

He slowly pulls them down my legs until they’re gone. And there’s nothing left to remove.

Just him and me, completely bare to each other.

“If there’s any hard limits for you … any triggers … tell me. I don’t want to fuck this up. You’re too important, and I’ve waited too long to mess it up now.”

I swallow back my emotions. I touch my hand to his cheek. “You won’t mess it up because I trust you.”