River makes a good point. I should have faith. I will have faith. “What’s the thing?”
River leans in close to me. “I know we just spent forty-eight hours together, but I kind of want to see you tonight too. And not just for the whole come again thing. I want to spend the night with you.”
My chest flips, a loop-de-loop roller-coaster ride inside my body. “I like the sound of that.”
“Good. But I have this dog here, and I can’t quite leave her alone all night, so is there any chance you’d come over to my place, and spend the night with us?”
Easiest answer ever. “Yes. But I do have one request.”
“Lay it on me.”
“Can you use that forest rain shampoo again? I saw Nisha gave you some extra, and I have to say, it really turns me on.”
He smiles slyly. “I will use it every day then.”
Later that night, after Goldilocks allows me to pet her three times before she jumps on the range hood, then up to the highest cabinet to bathe—in her mind presumably—out of sight, I take a shower and shave.
I get dressed in jeans, tight boxer briefs, and a Henley. Then I order some Thai food without garlic, lock my apartment, and swing by the nearby restaurant to pick up the takeout.
I catch a Lyft to River’s place in Russian Hill.
My bones are buzzing as the car cruises through the city on a Sunday night. Even San Francisco looks different. The shops are brighter, the city bolder, the colors more vibrant. Everything feels a little more . . . alive.
Including me.
When I reach River’s place, he buzzes me in, and I bound up the steps. He swings open the door, Delilah at his heels.
“Hi, sexy,” he says.
“Hey to you,” I say, drawing a deep inhale of his hair. “Mmm. It worked.”
“Good to know.” River drops a kiss to my lips, then takes the food, setting it on the counter as he declares, “And along those lines, sex first, food second.”
I’m good with that. Very, very good with that.
Especially when he takes me to his bedroom and gestures to the king-size bed. A groan works its way up my chest. This is my first time in his bedroom as his lover, and I want anything and everything he has planned.
Because he definitely has plans, from the looks of it.
“I hope you don’t mind, Owen, but I took the liberty . . .”
A rush of heat spreads from my chest down to my groin as I survey the bed. He’s prepped. Simple and seductive. He’s a man who listens. Who knows how to read me. Who wants to give me what I crave from him.
“Nice tie,” I say, my voice husky already. The temperature in my body spikes as he moves behind me, kisses my neck, then whispers, “Would you rather be kinky or romantic?”
With him, there’s only one answer. “It’s both.”
26
River
I have so many plans for my man.
Starting with giving him this.
My mouth all over him.
Owen is naked on my bed, glasses off, cock hard, skin looking so damn kissable in the light.
Because we leave on the lights.
I need to look at him.
So I give him what I promised. Taking off my clothes too, then crawling over him. “Told you I’d kiss you senseless tonight, and now I will.”
I kiss him all over, his pecs, his abs, his legs, his cock. “Cocks get senseless kissing too,” I tell him.
“I should hope so,” he says, panting hard, then grabbing my hair. “Stop.”
I moan, annoyed. “Why?”
“Don’t be so selfish with the kissing. I want to kiss your dick senseless too.”
Well, there is that.
“Be my guest.”
I swing around, climbing on top of the deep-throat god. As we sixty-nine, he shows off all his sucking skills while I lavish kisses, licks, and sucks on his fantastic shaft. But before either one of us gets too close, I ease out of his delicious mouth, let his cock fall from mine, then turn around and drag my hands down his chest. A faint sheen of sweat glistens on his muscles and I groan in admiration. “I am going to have a field day with your body. Do you know that, Owen?”
“What’s the first event?” he asks, thrusting his hips, letting me know he’s ready for anything I can give him.
“I thought I’d show you my tying skills,” I say.
I grab the blue tie, straddle his chest, lift his arms above his head, and bind his wrists together.
“Mmm. Yes. I like that,” Owen whispers as I make a tight knot.
“Remember when I said I wanted you to fuck me?”
“Yes, fucking yes,” he says as a dirty grin spreads on his gorgeous face.
I drizzle some lube onto my palm. “I pre-gamed before you came over, so I am all lubed up,” I tell him as I grip his shaft, getting him nice and slick for me. “I’m ready to ride you.”