Chapter2

#Chapter2

Prologue

RIVER-02

I nodded in understanding. /"Well, how unlucky we are—/" I stopped when he stood still for a moment and stared at me. Really stared at me, making me almost quiver. What’s wrong with this guy? Why did this man have the ability to invade me and make me all hot and race my heartbeat?

I wished I could read what was in his mind right now. I gulped. /"Aren’t you supposed to do something, like pretend to fix your bow, lit a smoke, or dial your girlfriend and tell her that you’re dying in boredom?/" Gah! Just shut up, River. I looked down at my feet, feeling utterly embarrassed.

/"Couldn’t say I was unlucky. Maybe things really happen for a reason. If I didn’t show up tonight, I wouldn’t have met the most beautiful woman in the room./"

/"What?/" I froze. I had to think twice that he wasn’t referring to me. Of course, why would I think it was me? /"I guess so. I’ve seen a lot of beautiful women tonight./" So, no girlfriend then.

Crap. I sounded stupid. I met his gaze, and he was staring at me again, seeming to zero into my eyes for a few moments as if to memorize my face, which I could tell that nothing special about me. Does he paint for a living or something? Then he dropped his gaze on my mouth. Every nerve in my body jumped.

/"You have the most beautiful blue eyes I’ve ever seen./" He must be drunk, or this must be his pickup line.

I blinked at his words. He was just probably bored and wanted to waste his time with someone, and that poor someone was me for a moment, in this freaking break room. Great.

I was sure I looked like a mess. My exhaustion weighed on me. My penny brown hair was falling out of its ponytail, and god, there was nothing special with the color of my Prussian eyes. Nevertheless, my knees weakened, and my eyes widened into circles. Stupid River, get a grip.

/"You’re not bad yourself./" God, please, kill me now. In my head, I could see myself facepalming. Did I just say that? But okay, this man was hot, like a blue flame. His dark eyes were hypnotic, and he had the cerise red full lips I’d ever seen, not to mention his strong jawline to add to his perfection. And if he only made a move, I was definitely willing to let him bang me in this room. I would hate myself later. Tomorrow would be the new day anyway.

With his nose flaring, he muttered a curse under his breath as he was still staring at my mouth. He then trailed a finger on my cheek. It was a simple touch, yet I felt a jolt as if I accidentally jabbed my finger into a socket.

When I looked at his slightly parted lips, in an instant, my blood was molten lava in my veins. Oh, boy. Am I really doing this?

I hadn’t had fun in a long time, and I couldn’t remember the last time I had the best orgasm or wild sex in a powder room or any room for that matter.

Before I could contemplate further, he crushed his mouth to mine, his hand at the back of my neck. I gasped in surprise, taking that advantage to thrust his tongue deep. He completely invaded me, and I had no power to resist. He tasted of wine and mint, and it was strangely good. So good that I couldn’t push him away and slap him hard.

Instead, I kissed him back, tangling my tongue with his. Our lips slid each other as if they’d done this a thousand times. I entwined my fingers in his dark hair, and it felt like silk against my fingers. I dug my fingernails into his scalp, pulling him closer as if I couldn’t get enough of him.

A low growl vibrated from his throat into our mouths, fueling the heat between my legs. We kissed like we’d missed each other for a long time of bottled-up desire and longing between us crackling up into the fire. This kiss was not the first normal kiss—this was hard, yearning, and raw with pure desire.

He pressed his hard body against mine, and my back hit the marble counter. My god, he wanted me. I could feel his rigid erection pressed against my lower belly, and I also wanted him that my nipples ached, tightened, and hardened, causing an intensified heat to pulse in my core.

/"God, I want you so bad. I want to fuck you so hard right here right now,/" he said roughly into our mouths as he reached towards my breast. I flexed forward, seeking to ease the ache between my thighs and my sensitive nipples. I shivered and sighed as if he just read my mind—he cupped and pinched my hardened buds against the fabric. Oh, yes!

I felt how wildly my heart pounded, and it wasn’t the only one, I also felt his big, hard, hungrily digging cock twitching on my lower abdomen. And it felt incredible.

I held my moan as he nibbled and nipped my bottom lip, and I imagined his mouth sucking my breast. Dear God, I wanted his mouth and tongue in there, everywhere, all over my body. I could feel the pool of desire soaking my panties. All I knew was I wanted him. At this moment, I didn’t even care that I didn’t know his name.

Then his hand slid south, trailing his fingers between my thighs. I inhaled in a huge gust, shuddering. I wanted him to fuck me now until I couldn’t walk. Except, this wasn’t me. This isn’t me.

/"Stop./" I pushed him. My voice sounded like I wanted to dash out of the door, but my body screamed something else—please, don’t stop!

He froze as if he’d turned to stone. His face paled as if someone just slapped him, but his dark eyes pinning into mine were still on fire, and they were shooting flames at me. /"Excuse me?/"

/"I’m not the kind of woman you could just throw compliments and spread legs for you./" God, what was I thinking? My hormones had taken control of my brain.

He stared at me, seemingly offended, and I could clearly see now that he was sober, but still drunk with lust. Then deliberately, his freeze started thawing while I was beyond turned on. But now something chilly filled between us. We were merely an inch apart, but the distance seemed like miles away.

He said nothing as he stepped back.