Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 56628 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 283(@200wpm)___ 227(@250wpm)___ 189(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56628 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 283(@200wpm)___ 227(@250wpm)___ 189(@300wpm)
His eyes darkened at my words, and his brows arched the slightest bit. “We’ll keep it a secret if that’s what you want, darlin’, but I fucking want you, and I frankly don’t give a fuck who knows about us.”
Before I could respond, he gripped the back of my neck and crashed his lips to mine. His other hand gripped my hip tightly, yanking me against him. I gasped when I felt his hard, powerful frame press against my softer, bonier one, a soft moan falling from my lips as I completely lost myself in him and the need already running through me.
Gripping my hair in his fist, he tilted my head to the side, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses to my jaw and neck, nipping lightly at the spots that made me moan the loudest.
“River,” I gasped, gripping his cut in my fists.
“You sure you want this, darlin’? I’m not going to be gentle,” he warned me, his voice husky. He drew back some to look down at my face, those gorgeous, mesmerizing, blue eyes locking on my own dark ones.
“Yes,” I breathed, feeling like I may lose my fucking mind if he didn’t finish what he had started.
“Fuck.” His lips molded with my own again as he knocked everything off of the work bench behind me.
Tools clattered loudly to the floor, but he gave no fucks as he lifted me and set my ass on the cold metal, his lips moving back down my neck. His hands gripped the bottom of my shirt, and I lifted my arms, allowing him to pull it over my head. With quick, sure fingers, he unsnapped my bra, tossing it down on the concrete floor with my shirt.
I moaned his name as his rough, calloused hands slid over my body. I curved into him, a whimper escaping my lips as he trailed his rough fingertips around the swell of my breast. “River, please—oh, fuck!” I gasped as his lips closed over one of my nipples, his hand molding my other breast.
“You’re fucking perfect,” he rasped as he lifted his head, his lips meeting mine again. My heart swelled in my chest at his words.
He quickly unsnapped my jeans and tugged them and my panties down my legs. I quickly pushed his cut off his shoulders, and I began fumbling with the buttons on his flannel as he peppered hot kisses all over my skin. I moaned, trembling already and we’d barely gotten started. Desperation clawed at me. I needed to feel his skin on mine.
“Oh, fuck it,” I grumbled right before I ripped the damn shirt open, the buttons popping everywhere and scattering across the floor.
River’s husky laugh met my ears before he gripped my chin, bringing his lips to mine while I ran my hands over his hard chest and his rippling abs.
Fuck, he was carved beautifully.
He let me push his flannel shirt off of his shoulders, and I pushed his jeans down his legs a moment later, licking my lips in anticipation as his cock sprung free. He was hard, thick, and long. Just fucking right.
Oh, God made him absolutely perfect when he created him.
My eyes locked on his when he gripped my chin, tilting my head back. “Last chance to back out,” River warned me.
I shook my head at him. There was no fucking way that I could walk away now. He was right there. So fucking close. I didn’t give a fuck if anyone walked in on us. Someone could set the garage on fire. I was not walking away from him. From this.
We were inevitable.
He pushed me back on the worktable so that I was on my back. He spread my legs, and in one swift thrust, he was buried deep inside of me. My back arched off of the table, his name falling from my lips as I clutched at his forearms. He felt like Heaven inside of me.
“Fuck, darlin’,” he choked out, his eyes momentarily rolling back in his skull. “You feel a fuck ton better than I thought you would.”
He set my feet on the table, so my legs were bent and spread wide. Then, he gripped my shoulder, his other hand still gripping my hip, and he proceeded to ruin me for every other man.
And right then, I fell hard for him because even though he was fucking me hard, he was still treasuring every bit of my body and this moment between us.
I was ninety-nine percent sure that River was the one Joey had told me would come around and be the one for me.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Adelaide
When River stepped into the bar room, freshly showered and ready to start another day, my eyes instantly drifted over to him like a magnet. He was dressed in a red and black checkered flannel shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, revealing his tattooed forearms. He adjusted his cut as he fully exited the hallway.