“We shouldn’t be doing this,” she panted, pressing herself closer to him. Rubbing herself against him. He was steel beneath her, and she couldn’t stop grinding against him. “Anyone could walk in at any moment. That door”—he grazed his canines across her neck, and her words came out in a ragged gasp—“doesn’t lock.”
And this was her parents’ house, and he was her brother’s best friend.
Those were problems that she should’ve considered, but right now, every bit of her focus was on the man in front of her. On the way he made her feel. On the fact that he hadn’t broken her heart, hadn’t left her alone like everyone else always did.
“I don’t care,” he said, reclaiming her lips once again. “Let them walk in.”
And then his hips shifted, his clothed cock rubbing the seam of her jeans in just the right way, and she moaned wantonly. It turned out, she didn’t care either. How could she, when he made her feel like this?
Nikhail smirked against her lips, as if he knew where her thoughts had gone, and repeated the action. She gasped, and he swallowed the sound with his mouth, kissing her desperately. As if he’d been dreaming of this for as many years as she had.
Part of her realized this was inappropriate. She was rubbing herself against Nikhail,ridinghim like he was a gods-damned horse, chasing her pleasure. But she didn’t care. How could she, when he made her feel like this?
She lost herself in his touch. His kiss. All things she’d convinced herself she couldn’t have, but somehow now were happening to her.
Nikhail’s hand tightened on her hip, and the other traveled to the waistband of her jeans.
“Is this okay?” he asked roughly, his fingers trailing her soft skin. She nodded, and he flicked open the button and slid down her zipper.
He slid his thumb across the top of her panties, and she writhed against him. She needed…
She needed…
He grazed her clit, her underwear still an awful barrier between them, and she moaned, her forehead dropping to his shoulder. He did it again and again, and gods, he learned exactly what she wanted quickly.
A myriad of desperate sounds came from her mouth, but she couldn’t find it in herself to be embarrassed. Not here. Not with him.
“Oh gods, Nik,” she panted, rubbing herself against him. “I’m not going to last.”
The words spurred him on, and his hand tightened on her hip as he increased his efforts. Soon, a stream of words left her lips.
More. Please. So close. I need you.
“Come for me, River,” he breathed roughly. “Let me see you fall apart.”
Her vision was hazy. “Nik, I want…”
Nikhail increased pressure on her clit. She moaned, and he captured the sound with his mouth. “I know, princess,” he said against her lips. “Let go. I’ve got you.”
So she did. She let go, knowing that he was here. He would catch her.
And when she finally crested that peak, when pleasure stronger than anything she’d ever felt ran through her, all she could do was say his name, over and over again. He held her through it all, his kisses turning soft and sweet as she slowly came back to herself.
“Fuck,” he breathed, drawing the word out as though it had several syllables.
All she could do was nod, having been rendered mute by all… that.
“You are magnificent, little storm.”
Was she living in an alternate reality? Was this a dream? When she’d come in here, she thought she’d be leaving with a broken heart, not having experienced the best orgasm of her entire life. Especially not since they were in Waterborn House, and the rehearsal dinner…
“Oh, gods!” She bolted off Nikhail’s lap, blood rushing to her cheeks as she fumbled with her zipper and button, doing up her pants. “We have to go.”
River frantically glanced at the centuries-old grandfather clock in the corner, her heart pounding as she scrubbed at her cheeks. Dinner was set to start in fifteen minutes, and the last thing she needed was to be late.
It didn’t seem like a lot of time, since she had to go change, get presentable, and cover up Nikhail’s scent on her.
His scent.