Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 74940 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 375(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74940 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 375(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
All that said...if I fall in love with a billionaire and the feeling is mutual, I’ll find some way to make it all work.
But that’s—as my mum used to say—putting the kettle on before you’ve caught the rabbit.
“Be sure,” River says, “because I need to fuck, Emily. And I need to fuck hard.”
My skin ripples with electric current. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
“Thank God,” he says, reaching for my cheek and stroking it, “because you’re beautiful, Emily. And you’re also hot as hell. I’ve had my eye on you since yesterday.”
I can’t help raising my eyebrows. “You have? You seemed very taken with Rachel.”
“I was, but you were the first woman I noticed. Then Seb got hold of you, and—”
I touch his lips to quiet him. “Forget Sebastian, River. I have. If you want to talk about anything”—Rachel’s image spears into my mind—“we can do that later and I’ll do so willingly. Right now I want to give you what you need.” I pause, gazing into his dark eyes. “Whatever you need.”
“Fuck,” he growls, and then he crushes his lips to mine.
My own lips are already parted, and he dives right in with his tongue. It’s not the kiss of a quiet cowboy. It’s a raw kiss of someone who needs to bury emotion, bury aggression...and I’ll be his eager vessel.
For a moment, I wonder if others are on the beach, if others can see us...
Then I don’t care. We could be alone on earth or right in the middle of a crowd of people and nothing would matter except this soul-searing kiss.
River slides the silky fabric over my shoulders and then deftly unties the sash. The robe hits the sand with no sound. My nakedness seems natural in the moonlight, and I want to see River in his glory, the silvery light glowing on his flesh.
I reach upward and begin unbuttoning his shirt, but as our kiss deepens, frustration takes hold of me and I push at him, breaking the kiss.
“You okay?” he gasps out.
“Fine, actually, but—” I grip both sides of his black cotton shirt and pull them apart, the small buttons flying onto the sand. Then I push the fabric off his shoulders.
And I gape at his chest.
Sure, I saw it this afternoon on the boat, and he was spectacular indeed, but now, in the starlight, he’s a fucking god.
I suck in a breath. “You’re magnificent.”
“You’re one to talk.” He shoves his hand inside his jeans pocket, pulls out a condom, and hands it to me. Then he unzips and sheds the pants, stepping out of them, his cock hard and ready.
Again, I gape. His thighs are muscled and corded, his hips just slim enough, and his abs... God, his abs.
But all of that pales in comparison to his cock. Long, thick, and perfect, it’s engorged and ready.
And so am I.
He cups my breasts, holding them gently at first, but then he squeezes and moves his fingers to my nipples. A spark jolts between my legs when he tugs on one and then the other.
“Fuck, your tits are perfect.” He leans down, slides one between his full, firm lips.
Tingles race from my nipple straight to my pussy, and my clit begins to pulse.
How? How is that happening? All he’s doing is sucking my nipple.
But he continues, and I arch toward him, ready to climb into his arms and impale myself on that beautiful cock.
As if he’s reading my mind, he drops the nipple and sears me with his gaze. “Another time, I’d worship your beautiful body the way you deserve, but I need to be inside you, Emily.” He tumbles down into the sand and pulls me on top of him.
I tear open the condom, roll it onto him, straddle him, and sink down.
My eyes flutter closed as I relish the fullness, the completeness.
This is what I wanted with Sebastian last night, but now I’m glad that didn’t happen. I’m equally glad I didn’t let Zion fuck me earlier.
I feel like this is it. River is it. We may not end up together, but this was supposed to be my first fuck on the island, and it’s bloody perfect.
“Damn,” River growls. “You’re so tight, Emily. God, you feel good.” He grips my hips and takes the lead, pulling me off him until his cockhead tickles my pussy lips. An instant later, he pushes me down, and I sink onto him even farther this time.
I rotate my hips and grind onto him, letting every inch of his cock feel every inch of me. His low groans fuel me, and I take the lead, moving his hands from my hips to my breasts. “Play with my nipples, River. Play with my nipples while I fuck you.”
I close my eyes, undulate on him, finding his rhythm and moving with it as he tugs and twists on my nipples, sending me grappling and clawing toward a climax.