Page 289 of The Hopelessly Bromantic Duet

River points to the living room. “BMW time, here we come. Get this hot body in front of the fireplace stat.”

Hello, snowed-in fantasy, it is nice to meet you.

I’m going to get blown by the man of my dreams in front of a roaring fire as snow falls outside.

Winning.

He tugs his jeans up far enough to walk to the living room. Once we’re there, he slides his hands up the front of my Henley, making me tremble. Every touch melts me. As I look down at him, since he’s just a couple inches shorter, the whole moment is still so surreal.

To have his hands on me.

To see him looking at me this way.

Even after he came down my throat, it’s surreal.

But then, it’s all so incredibly real when his fingers dip under my shirt, and he touches my stomach. Shivering with pleasure, I let out a smoky sigh.

His hands journey up my abs, and he hums as he goes. “Two, four, six, eight,” he says. “Oh yes, I appreciate this eight-pack.”

I laugh, pretty happy that he likes what he feels.

Hell, pretty happy?

I amonlyhappy.

So happy I tug off my shirt in one quick move.

River grins lasciviously at me. “Imma need you all the way naked for this, hottie,” he says as he roams his hands over my pecs, down my arms, then back the other way, retracing his motions and returning to the waistband of my jeans, stillunzipped. “I need to play with this whole beautiful body and kiss you all over.”

“Be my guest,” I say, as sparks fly across my skin, as my blood runs with liquid gold. My whole world is like a fantastic dream sequence right now, with everything I’ve longed for coming true.

And it feels better than I imagined.

He grabs the blanket from the back of the couch, shakes it out like he’s a servant for a prince, then lays it on the carpet. “Welcome to my BMW Blow Job Extravaganza. Please, lie down and bask in the features of this car,” he says, with a carnal lick of his lips.

Yeah, I think I’ll like this ride.

I take off my socks, tossing them far away. “Sex with socks on is the worst.”

“It’s an erection destroyer for sure,” he says, then glances at his crotch. “See? I’m even harder now that I’m seeing you sockless.”

“I’ll just go barefoot the rest of the night then,” I say as I lie down.

He tosses me a pillow from the couch. “Make yourself comfortable, hottie.”

“Don’t mind if I do.” I settle on the pillow and park my hands behind my head.

Then River straddles me, sets his hands on either side of my chest, and dips his face to me. “Body by cake,” he muses and I chuckle, but then stop laughing as soon as his lips sweep across my pecs. He dusts gentle, sensual kisses over my chest, his tongue flicking over my nipples, and I can’t laugh anymore, because I’m already moaning, pleasure zinging along my skin.

“Yes,” I murmur since I’m not as much of a talker as he is, but I also can’t be quiet. I just can’t, not when he travels down my stomach, licking a path between my abs until he reaches the waistband of my jeans. River lifts his face, his eyes shining withlust as he says, “I want to just lick you all over. You taste so good.”

My eyes stray to my hard-on, bulging, insistent in my boxer briefs. “I’m into that, but maybe just start with my dick, River.” Then, since I bet he likes a little pleading from a lover, I arch my hips, and gasp out a throaty, “Please.”

I’m not doing it for show.

I damn well mean it.

But I also have a hunch River likes a little bit of power play.