Goddess Revenge: Goddess Series Book 4 (Young Adult / New Adult) by M.W. Muse Page B

the outdoor fireplace and sat on the lavish patio couch, which was nice enough to be a settee in a formal living room of an upper-middle class home.
    River sat beside her but not as close as before. She shivered as the cold night air hit her uncovered arms, and she lightly chafed them.
    “Maybe fresh air wasn’t such a good idea,” she said with a chuckle.
    River stood up and turned on the fireplace.
    “Well, that was easy,” she muttered, rolling her eyes playfully.
    “I know how to start a real fire too.” He laughed.
    “Really? How?” With his godly abilities?
    “Strike a match,” he said, chuckling as he sat down closer to her this time. He wrapped his arm around her, and she leaned into his side, cuddling against him for the warmth.
    “Did you leave the media room,” River started softly, “because of what I just did?”
    How to answer? She didn’t want her energy to be all over the place, but if he was forcing her to think about it, then she couldn’t lie. She figured he’d be able to tell. She took a deep breath and slowly said, “Not because of what you did. Because of how it made me feel.”
    River leaned his head against the top of hers. “How did it make you feel?” he whispered into her hair.
    She shivered as his hot breath coated her cold head, and he squeezed her tighter. “Wanted,” she whispered as she shut her eyes.
    River groaned softly as he slid his hand onto the side of her face, holding her against his chest. “You know…you know how much I want you.”
    “I know, River,” she breathed.
    She tilted her head up to look at him. He looked at her for what seemed like an interminable amount of time while she gazed into his eyes. He slowly moved his head toward her until he softly closed his mouth over hers.
    He kissed her slowly, taking his time as he gently stroked her face, her hair, her neck with both hands moving in opposite directions of each other. He kept his touch light, only once gripping her head when he moved it to the other side to briefly kiss her a little deeper.
    Legacy had been kissing him back just as tenderly, but when he moved her head, she moaned. It was one thing to feel his hands gently caress her. It was something altogether different feeling him take control like that. There was no mistake—it was hot.
    When she moaned, he pressed himself against her, but kept his caress—and his kiss—light as before, teasingly light. She knew he had to know what he was doing. She’d told him she left the media room because she felt wanted. She knew he wanted her . It was apparent now he was trying his hand at making her want him .
    His delicate touch and feather light kiss were igniting a frenzied feeling she couldn’t explain. It was as if he were dangling something she had to have just out of her reach. Whatever he was doing to her, she was consumed with it.
    She couldn’t take it anymore. She slid her hands into his hair, locking her fingers in his tresses and pulling his head against hers. She kissed him deeply, almost forcefully while she moaned into his mouth. She pressed as tightly as she could up against him.
    He moaned in victory, banding his arms around her, kissing her hard. They both panted as they kissed fervently, holding and squeezing each other as tightly as they could manage through trembling arms. They were both shaking, and not because it was cold out.
    As she kissed him, she couldn’t explain what was happening. She figured she had to be consumed by this because it was the thrill of the unknown. She’d only known one man to excite her, to make her feel like a desirable woman. A man she loved more than life itself.
    So why was she kissing some other man, and why was she enjoying it? She wasn’t in love with River. She was in love with Adin. The only man she ever wanted to love.
    River grabbed the tops of her arms and pushed her off him, suddenly breaking the kiss. “Fuck! That right there,” he said, irritated.
    Startled, she said,