“Trying to calm down.” Her gaze raked down his body. “This hero gets what he wants tonight.”
“I only care about being your hero,” he rasped.
“You always have been.”
That was the only encouragement Vaughn needed to spur River toward the couch, positioning her body the way he’d been imagining. Ass cheeks, smooth as silk, pushed up like dual hills of hotness, her *—shining with moisture—peeking out between them. Her ankles weren’t far enough apart yet, but he knew his woman’s game. Knew she got turned on by the slightest aggression on his part. And he was more than happy to oblige her. Hell, he was ripe and ready. His cock was like a fucking monument against his abdomen, weeping from the tip with the need to push into that tight, clinging business he had the nerve to refer to merely as *. Nah, it was life. Relief. Pleasure. Home. His.
“Mine.” The single hoarse word was accompanied by the two fingers he slid inside her, easing them deep, rotating, pulling back out, using the dampness he took away to lubricate the condom he rolled down his swollen inches. “Go ahead. Give me that look over your shoulder. You know the one I want.”
A visible shudder rippled up her back, but she tossed that blonde hair and turned her head, giving him that beautiful profile, complete with puffy, parted lips. And then she turned a few more degrees, hit him with blue eyes, and slowly shifted her bare ass against his lap. “Come and get it,” she whispered.
Vaughn fell over her like a fuck-hungry prison inmate, planting one fist on the couch beside her face, using the other to guide his cock home. A thrust of his hips and he was ensconced in her tight welcome, the hot curve of her ass pressed to his belly. Christ. Jesus Christ. Every time with River felt like his very first sex act, pressure mounting in his balls before he could take a single pump. He could see the shocked O of her open mouth as her face was still turned to the side, cheek pressed to the couch cushion. “Same way for you, isn’t it? It’s like getting your first cock all over again, right, doll?” He tested her heat with a teasing jerk of his hips, forcing a muffled moan from her mouth. “And who was your first?”
“You were.”
Vaughn inserted a foot into the center of River’s splayed stance, pushing her legs wider, allowing his dick to sink even deeper on gusty, simultaneous sighs. “Tight as the day I broke you in,” he whispered into her hair, taking a moment to savor the way their bodies curved over the sofa arm, how much control he had over when and how they moved. How compact and supple she felt beneath him. Trusting him. “I didn’t think you could get any more important…any more fucking precious to me than you were that day. And then I lived forty-nine months without you.”
Eyes clenched shut, Vaughn reared back and drove forward, dropping his face into the crook of River’s neck, barely able to withstand the intensity of being inside her again. Of feeling that severed connection joining, repairing, against odds that had been stacked a mile high. Their fisted hands moved closer, closer, until they were joined together on the cushion, fused as one, same as their lower bodies.
“Squeeze my hand when I hit your spot,” Vaughn ordered, sounding as if his vocal chords were being strangled. He loosened his buttock muscles, allowing his achy cock to slip mostly free, before tightening them on a deep drive, pushing from his feet for extra leverage, ramming River’s hips up against the couch’s arm. When she moaned a string of unintelligible words, fingers attempting to crush his, Vaughn knew exactly what she meant. “Smacked right up against it, didn’t I?” He gave her another rough pound, loving the sound of flesh bumping flesh, his balls swinging up to reacquaint themselves with River’s underside. “Fuck. You hear that little slapping sound? If I jerk myself off with enough soap in the shower, I can almost recreate it. Almost. But never just as perfect. Nothing is that sweet and perfect.” The tempo of his pumps increased out of necessity, a storm building in his stomach. “Didn’t stop me from trying every chance I got, did it, doll? Imagining you taking me, hard as I could give it, getting slapped with my flesh as a reward for being brave.”
River released a long moan into the sofa, her shoulders beginning to fill with tension, her back arching against his chest. “Vaughn, please. Vaughn, please.”
“Tell me when you’re close, and I’ll drill that spot, Riv.” His mouth was making a mess out of her hair, rummaging through it, breathing through the fragrant strands. “My cock hurts from missing you, wants to coat you. Just let me get you a little closer so I don’t leave you behind.”