When You Come Back to Me (Lost Boys #2) - Emma Scott Page 0,79

that I had him back, I couldn’t get enough of him.

River groaned and ground his hips against mine, his tongue sliding over the roof of my mouth.

“Fuck, I missed you,” he growled.

My body went loose and watery at the raw emotion that surged between his kisses.

“I missed you too.” The words breathed out of me with no bullshit, no snark. Just the truth. I missed the strong solidity of him in my life that often felt so cracked and broken.

River turned us so that it was my back against the door, and then he was stripping me out of my shirt. His hands roamed my naked chest with brazen audacity, one hand sliding down to my erection that strained against my pants. He rubbed me over the material, while his mouth took mine in hard, possessive sweeps.

“Can I?” he asked between our raw, biting kisses.

I nodded, heart pounding. “By all means…”

His hand slipped beneath the waistband and took me in his large grip. Warm, rough skin slid over me and then tightened in a hard squeeze. My head fell back against the door as the blood pulsed in my cock, swelling and filling River’s hand.

“I want to give you more than this,” River said, his eyes soft and dark on mine while he stroked me with agonizing slowness. “Okay?”

I nodded, my heart breaking that he wanted me to have his firsts. Every nerve-ending was raw and awake, wanting his touch that was new to me too. Everything River did and said was a revelation of reverence and consideration.

He sucked my lower lip and then pressed a deep kiss over my mouth before dropping to his knees.

“Oh fuck,” I whimpered as his mouth began a slow journey down my naked torso, leaving hot, wet licks on my skin. “And you’re still in your mechanic uniform. This is how every fantasy starts. Or maybe porn…”

“Stop talking,” River ordered and bit my stomach, causing my hips to buck.

In the next moment, I lost my ability to talk, to think, to breathe as River, with deliberate slowness, took me into his mouth for the first time. My head fell back, my mouth open, sucking at air as his tongue tasted and licked the length of me. He took me deep, then released, over and over, stroking me with one hand, adding layers of sensation on top of sensation. The world receded until there was nothing left but my cock in his wet, hot mouth and the hungry sounds he made deep in his chest as he took me.

“This is to say thanks for a book?” I managed as his tongue licked and swirled. “What happens if I buy you an entire bookstore?”

River’s answer was to take me harder until I clutched at the door, at his shoulders, needing to anchor myself to the earth. I found a handful of his thick, dark hair and held on while he brought me closer and closer to the brink. The heat of his mouth warmed every part of me.

“Ah God,” I groaned. “River…I’m going to come.”

His hand squeezed tighter, and he drew me into his mouth deeper, guiding my release to the back of his throat where he swallowed. The sensation on my tip lit a fuse that burned immediately down the length of me, igniting my release in a white-hot explosion. Starbursts flashed behind my closed lids.

“Jesus Christ…” I breathed but River didn’t stop. He took everything with slow, deliberate sweeps of his tongue and long, deep sucks until I was completely drained.

I slumped against the wall, hardly able to stand, while River put me back in my pants and got to his feet. He grinned a little at my dazed expression, his teeth grazing his lower lip.

“Was it…okay?” he asked, though the cocky bastard already knew the answer.

A thousand lewd jokes rose up in response, but I only nodded and pulled him to me. Kissed him slowly, tasting him and myself. The mixture of both of us on his tongue more potent than any shot of vodka.

He smiled against my lips. “Careful. That wasn’t very casual.”

“That ship has sailed,” I said, searching for signs of regret or shame. “Do we need to talk about what just happened?”

“Nope.”

“Okay. Just checking in since you’re new to this. At least, I think you are. Hard to tell.”

“I just did what I thought you’d like,” River said. “But look at you, being considerate.”

“It happens.”

“I know it does. More often than you think.” He smiled softly, almost shyly. Happiness exuded