River’s softly whispered questions were her undoing. “Sometimes.”
“Such a simple answer,” he mused. “I’m nearly insane with need here, and that one-word answer brings the most erotic picture to my head. You have no idea the dangerous effect you have on me.”
“But you’ve never once acted the least bit interested.” She pouted. “Until now. Why?”
His hands coasted upward until they cupped each of her breasts through her shirt and bra. He squeezed, and Jeanette’s concentration scattered. “I’ve been plenty interested. You have no idea how many times I thought of you like this.”
“Why hold back, then? You knew I was willing. It makes no sense for both of us to suffer.”
“Because you can do better,” he growled. “So much better.”
“But I don’t want anyone else. Only you.”
“I know.” He flicked her nipples. “Now, tell me what you do when you think of me, sunshine.”
She shook her head. No way could she explain without dying of embarrassment.
But River was relentless. He moved his hands and took hold of the hem of her shirt. An inch at a time, he lifted the material, first exposing her belly, then her bra. After he tossed her shirt to the floor, he made quick work of her bra. Once he had her breasts resting in his warm palms, plying her nipples into tight peaks, Jeanette knew it was too much. So many new sensations. No one had ever touched her like this, made her feel like this. This was River, the man she’d given her heart to years ago.
His hands kneaded and pulled. “Do you squeeze these pretty nipples? I bet you they’re sensitive as hell, huh?”
She nodded. “Yes, but it never felt like this. Never.”
“Do you like the way my hands feel on you?”
She arched into him, unable to stay still with him teasing her into a frenzy. “Oh God, yes, River.”
“Mm, I like the way you feel. You have beautiful tits. Round and soft with small pink nipples that I could feast on. You fill my hands as if you were made for me alone.” River continued his pleasurable torture for another minute; then he slid his hands down her sides.
“River,” she pleaded.
“Shh. You liked that, didn’t you?” She bobbed her head, incapable of speech. “Then I promise you’ll love this too.”
River moved his hands lower until he cupped her ass in one hand and her mound in the other. He held her like that, and even through the cotton of her jeans and the silk of her panties, she could feel the warmth of him. Her pussy grew damp with desire.
“Jesus,” he growled. “I feel like I’ve waited for this moment for an eternity.”
“Me too,” she said as she flatted her palms on his chest, loving the feel of his muscular pecs beneath her fingers. She’d seen him shirtless, and he was totally drool worthy. This time she’d get to touch, not just look.
“Do you tickle your clit too? Do you pinch and flick it?” River asked. His nostrils flared as he stared at her neck so exposed to him. He lifted up and laved her ivory skin with his tongue. “God, I love how you taste. Like sweet cream.”
“Yes, I use one finger to…to touch my clit before I slide another inside a little ways.”
Oh Jesus, the picture of her doing that to herself sprang to River’s mind, and he lost it. He wanted some of that—her juice on his tongue, his dick snug and so damn deep in her pussy that he couldn’t see straight for the pleasure of it. It’d be pure heaven.
“Take these off,” he murmured. River patted the front of her jeans. “I need to touch you.”
Jeanette nodded and stood up. He watched as she stripped out of her jeans, and he got his first glimpse of her panties. A soft shade of pink satin. He leaned up and kissed her pussy right through the material. “That’s fucking sexy as hell,” he said, enjoying the look of her. When she shimmied out of her panties and he got the full view, he could barely breathe. “At last, I have my answer to at least one of my burning questions.”
“What do you mean?”
“This,” he explained as he cupped her mound. “This flawlessly shaved pussy. So smooth and delicate. And I have an unrestricted view of your slit and clitoris.” He hummed his approval. “Now, that is without a doubt the most delicious sight I’ve ever seen.”
River looked up the curvy length of her body until his gaze rested on her face. Her eyes were squeezed shut as if she were too nervous to look at him. Too afraid of what he was about to do?
“Look at me,” he softly demanded. “Don’t close me out.” Jeanette’s eyes opened slowly, and River felt triumphant when her chocolate-brown gaze landed on him. “That’s better.” He touched the smooth skin of her pussy with a calloused fingertip. A rumble of need emanated from deep in his throat. “You have nothing to be embarrassed about. You’re beautiful.”
“Thank you.” Jeanette couldn’t believe what was happening. Couldn’t believe what she was letting happen. She tried to breathe through the haze of sensuality River had so effectively woven around them, but she wasn’t doing such a great job of it.