River’s lips were warm and lingering against hers as he pulled back slightly, his eyes full of mischief and affection. He traced a gentle finger down her cheek, his touch both tender and possessive.

“You still with me, Riley?” he asked teasingly, a playful glint in his eyes.

Riley nodded, her breath still coming in soft, uneven gasps. “Yes. I’m here.”

River smiled. “Good.”

He shifted his position, positioning himself above her with a protective yet possessive air.

He gave ...