Page 142 of River Wild

He turns his mouth into my palm and presses a kiss there.

“And the same with you, River … if there’s anything …”

He shakes his head. “There’s nothing I don’t want or won’t do with you. I want it all. I want all of you, Carrie.”

I bring my mouth to his and kiss him again.

The kiss turns molten in seconds.

River’s pushing me back onto the bed. I’m scooting back to make room for him.

He lies over me, propped up on one hand. The other slips between my legs.

“Fuck, Carrie, you’re so wet.”

He runs his finger between my lips. Then, he slides his finger inside me.

I groan at the sensation.

He brings his mouth to my breast and runs his tongue over my nipple, licking it.

His thumb starts to rub against my clit. He sucks my nipple into his mouth. I feel the graze of his teeth over it.

My hands clutch his hair, as I’m overwhelmed with all the sensations flowing through me.

“I won’t last,” I tell him, knowing I’ve wanted him so badly for so long. I can feel my body priming to go off like a rocket.

“I need to taste you,” he growls. Then, he’s moving down my body and covering my pussy with his mouth.

The orgasm hits me with the power of a freight train.

I scream out his name. Body writhing with the power of the orgasm.

I’m still shaking when he lifts his head and moves back up my body.

He takes my mouth with his. I can taste myself on him. I’ve never done that with a man before—tasted myself on his lips. It’s maddeningly erotic. I feel like I could come again. Or maybe it’s just him that makes me feel this way.

“I need you,” I tell him.

Something virile and wholly male flashes in his eyes, making me shiver with need.

His voice is as dark as his eyes when he says, “You’ve got me, Carrie. Always.”

I reach down and take him in my hand. His muscles ripple from the hard shudder in his body.

“I need to fuck you,” he rasps, deep and sexy. “No condom. I want you bare.”

I’m on the pill; he knows this. And I trust him. Like I’ve never trusted anyone before.

“Please,” is all I can manage. I want this man more than the next breath in my lungs. I’m starved for him.

Lining his cock with my entrance, he plunges deep inside me, making me cry out.

“Fuck, Carrie,” he grits out. “You shouldn’t be this tight after having a baby two months ago.”

A laugh flies out of me. “Maybe I’m not tight, and it’s just that your dick is ridiculously big.”

“Say that again.”