Connected (Connections, #1)(50)
I shimmy my way up his leg and run my hands up the inside of his thighs. As I’m reaching his core, I brush my fingers over his flawless chest and well-defined abs, and they tense under his tight t-shirt. When I start to untuck his shirt, he grabs my hands and pulls them around his neck, hoarsely whispering in my ear, “Do you want a drink?”
My breathing is past controllable as the sweat beads on the back of my neck drip down my shoulder blades. “No, I don’t want a drink. I want you,” I breathe out in erratic whispers, my desire more than apparent.
River pauses for a moment, as if assessing the situation. He then leans in and touches his nose to mine before gliding it to my ear and whispering, “You want to head back to the hotel?” I know he knows that’s not what I mean.
I shake my head and pout my lips. I’ve decided it’s my turn to drive him crazy; he’s not getting out of this that easy. I get up on my toes so that I’m eye level with him, and I kiss him; really kiss him, in a way that communicates non-verbally what I want. I only stop to suck on his bottom lip before running my nose to his ear. “I can’t wait that long. I want you now. I need you now.” I know what I just said, and if the words that just purred out of my mouth didn’t shock him, they sure as shit shocked me. In fact, I think the only time I’ve ever had sex in a public place was my first time with Ben, but I push that thought aside. I’m feeling parched, dehydrated, and River is the only drink that can quench my thirst. I need a sip right now, right here, but somewhere just a little more private.
Grabbing my chin, he roughly pulls me to his lips and growls, “You’re just so beautiful. You know I can’t say no.” Letting go of my face, he trails his fingertips down my arms, only stimulating my senses even more. Staring intently at me, his eyes are now the color of a perfectly glistening bottle of Cristal; he looks ready to let the liquid flow freely. As he scans my body he says, “You drive me wild, you know that?” Then he grabs my hand and leads me to the back of the club.
I drop his hand, opting instead to snake my arms around him and rub my body to his. The warmth is invigorating, and I need to feel any part of him right now. When we get to the back of the club, he opens the glass door and leads us to the closed outdoor bar.
The terrace is just as gorgeous as it looked from the front doors, but I don’t care about the view. The heat, the humidity, the loud music all fade as we hit the cool fresh-air of the night, and I’m finally alone with River. He stops and I walk right into him, giggling. As he turns around, I see the passionate look in his eyes, and I’m no longer giggling.
Cocking his head, his eyes search for reassurance. His lips slightly part as he snakes his arms around my waist. I hear a quick intake of breath and the electricity shooting through my body turns into high voltage. I press myself into his body, wrapping my arms around his neck, connecting my lips to his. With a thirst only his wet tongue, his soft lips, and his hard body can satisfy, I start to kiss him fiercely, wanting him to pour his exquisite champagne into my mouth.
Slowly moving us backward, careful not to break the connection that is our lips, we lose touch with reality. Fifty-five floors above the streetlights, cars, and people on the strip, we’re in our own erotic world out on this terrace.
After a few steps he pauses, looks around, and then places one of his legs in between mine, sending shockwaves through my body. He jets his tongue into my mouth and quickly skims his hands up and down my length. He breathes heavily in my ear and growls, “I like the way you move.”
He’s driving me insane, always quoting my favorite lyrics, and singing them to me with his rough, but soft voice.
His fresh scent is overwhelming, his hot touch is searing, and his strong body so close to mine, I can’t wait for him any longer. Needing to cure this insanity, I start unzipping his jeans and untucking his shirt at the same time. I move my head down to where his shirt ends. I pull it up and gently kiss his taut stomach. I don’t even care that the club’s glass wall is not that far away.
I moan loudly in disappointment as he pulls me up and away from him, just gazing at me with those emerald-like eyes, now so full of desire. “You’re going to end this before we even start,” he says before grabbing my hand. “Come with me.”
“Gladly,” is all I can muster, wanting no more talking, no more dancing, just wanting to feel his touch, his hard, beautiful body everywhere, to feel him inside me.
Turning the corner, we’re on the other side of the bar. We are finally secluded in the dark cool night. He suddenly pushes me up against the brick wall. My face is flushed, and my body is quivering as I glide my hands down his sculpted chest. Reaching his waist, I finish unzipping his pants freeing his hardness. I run one hand down his long shaft to his base while my other hand braces myself on his strong bicep and urges him forward. He groans loudly and pants, “Fuck, I can’t control myself around you.”
I smirk because this is the first time I’ve heard him swear without apologizing or not completing the word, and now I know for sure his thirst for me is just as unbearable as mine is for him.
His hands move down my body, and as I continue to stroke him, he moves without haste to unbutton my jeans. His groans and my moans grow louder with every passing second.
Breaking our connection, our kiss, he rests his forehead on mine. “You sure you’re okay with this? We can take a cab back to the hotel right now if you want?”