He pressed his forehead against hers, and a vein in his jaw fluttered. “You’re making it extremely difficult to be a gentleman right now, River. I had no ulterior motives in inviting you back here. I just wanted to look after you.”
Her heart warmed, and she leaned in, kissing him again. Now that they’d started, she couldn’t seem to stop. He groaned against her, deepening the embrace. As if he couldn’t stay away from her. As if he felt the same pull that she did.
“I know, Nik,” she whispered against his lips. “And it’s so honorable of you.” She kissed his jaw. “You’ve always been good to me.” A kiss to his collarbone. “Kind.” She slid down his lap, kissing each scar as she passed. “A grounding force when I need it most.” Her knees landed on the carpeted floor. “Always there for me.”
Her fingers rose to the button of his pants, and this time, he didn’t push her away. His chest heaved as his amber eyes drank her in. “Princess?—”
“Let me, Nik,” she breathed, gazing up at him from between his spread legs. “I want to see you.”
If he asked her to stop, she would, but gods, she hoped he wouldn’t. She’d only had two glasses of wine much earlier in the night, so between the time and the food she’d consumed, she was clearheaded.
She wanted this. Wanted him.
And honestly, who could blame her? Cast in the moonlight coming through the window, his black hair askew in a way that was utterly unlike him, with his bare, muscular chest heaving, Nikhail looked like an old fae deity.
He stared at her for a long moment, his jaw clenched, before he nodded. “Go ahead.”
No sooner had he given her permission than she’d flicked open the button and tugged down the zipper. Her mouth dried, and she licked her lips at the impressive outline of his cock straining against his black boxers.
Gods, he was big. She’d assumed as much, from the way he’d felt in the library and just now, but this…
“Can I touch you?” she asked, her eyes flicking back to his.
He sucked in a sharp breath, his fingers tightening on the armrests, before he lowered his chin. “Yeah. I get tested regularly with the military. I don’t have any STIs.”
Gods, she hadn’t even thought about those. That wasn’t very doctorly of her. Thank goodness one of them was paying attention.
“Me, too,” she said. “Not the military part, but I am, too.”
Ember got tested monthly for sexually transmitted infections, and she always dragged River along with her for moral support.
Deciding that was enough medical talk, River drew her bottom lip through her teeth and brushed her knuckles across Nikhail’s clothed cock. He hissed, his hands tightening, and her mouth ticked up into a smile. She did it again, delighting in his responding groan.
Her usually calm air fae looked like he was on the verge of losing control, and it was all because ofher. How far could she push him? Could she make him let go of that restraint entirely? Sands save her, but she wanted that more than she’d wanted anything else in her life.
He lifted his hips, and she tugged down his boxers and pants, his cock slipping free. Warmth shot past her navel, and she squirmed as she took in the size of him. She’d been aroundplenty of naked men before—that was par for the course, when one was a medical professional—but she’d never seen a cock as perfect as Nikhail’s.
All of her prior experiences in the bedroom had been quick affairs. She’d never taken the time to simply admire her partner up close.
Well, she would rectify that right now.
A vein pulsed along the side of his cock, and she drew her finger up it. A mumbled groan slipped from his lips, and she wrapped her hand around his length. Her fingers barely wrapped around him, and she ran her hand from root to tip.
What would he feel like inside her?
Precum glistened on his tip, and before she could second-guess herself, she leaned forward and licked it. He shouted a curse, and a crack filled the air as the armrest splintered.
Upon making sure Nikhail was okay—he was—her eyes fell shut at the taste of him. He was salty, but there was a hint of sweetness that had her licking her lips and wanting more.
River leaned forward, running her tongue up his dick as a strangled moan came from him. The sound morphed into a gasping breath as she took him into her mouth as far as she could. Keeping one hand on his leg for support, she wrapped the other around his base and learned what he liked.
Bobbing up and down on Nikhail’s cock, she licked and sucked and tasted him until he was cursing up a storm. She glanced up to see him gripping the armrests with white-knuckled fingers, his hips thrusting gently into her mouth.
Even now, he was being careful with her. Gods above, that just made her want him even more.
“River,” he groaned. “I’m going to—fuck.”
His fingers twisted in her hair, and he tugged. He wanted her tomove? To get off him?Now?