Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 59265 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 296(@200wpm)___ 237(@250wpm)___ 198(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 59265 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 296(@200wpm)___ 237(@250wpm)___ 198(@300wpm)
His fingers tucked my hair behind my ear.
It was a barely-there touch. But try telling my body that.
Sensation came running back. My pulse raced. My heart hammered. Everything was pulse and ache and a need so deep it seemed to imbed in my spine.
My gaze was transfixed by his and I could see him recognize the heat in my eyes as his own warmed to match.
Maybe that’s what had my own hand lifting, sliding up the wrist that he’d rested on the side of my neck. Over his forearm. Then settling on his shoulder as my gaze slipped to his lips, then back up again.
I was close enough to feel the way his chest expanded as he sucked in a greedy breath. Close enough to see the decision get made just a second before his head ducked and his mouth found mine.
His lips slanted over mine, slow and sure, drawing me under as my arm went around the back of his neck and my chest pressed to his.
That cracked what was left of his control.
His one hand slipped around the back of my neck, his grip firm, possessive, as his other arm wrapped around my lower back, holding me tightly against him as the kiss deepened.
A soft sound escaped me and his tongue swept inside to find mine, teasing, toying, stoking the flames of the desire that threatened to burn me from the inside out.
His hands were moving then, sliding up and down my back, then sinking into my ass, dragging me more firmly against him until I felt the proof of his desire pressing against my stomach.
A moan escaped me as the ache inside grew sharper, almost painful.
Owen moved then, bringing me with him as he turned, and lowered down onto the foot of the bed, pulling me to straddle him.
Hands still on my butt, he pulled me down until his hardness was against the juncture of my thighs, making a moan move up my throat and burst out. Hearing it, Owen’s hands flexed, and a rumble moved through him, vibrating into me.
The kiss tipped harder, hungrier.
Owen’s hands rocked my hips, grinding me against him. Once. Twice.
I didn’t need any more encouragement than that. I let my desire guide me, rocking harder and faster against him, my little whimpers growing into loud moans his lips only partially muffled.
His hands started to move then, sliding over the tops of my thighs, my hips, over my ribs.
I grabbed his wrists as he went to close over my breasts, guiding them back downward instead. There was no way to say, “That is not an area that is going to feel sexy again for a while” in the moment, but luckily for me, Owen was able to intuit the gesture and let his hands roam other places instead.
They slipped up under the skirt of my nightgown, teasing up my thighs, then tracing along the edge of my panties.
His lips ripped from mine, pressing into my neck instead, making little sparks of desire shoot across my skin.
Without his lips on mine, my moans grew louder in the quiet room, filling all the empty space as the friction drove me closer and closer to the edge.
But before I could topple over, Owen’s body shifted suddenly, dropping me flat on my back as his hands grabbed my panties and started to drag them down my legs.
Finished, he grabbed my knees, spreading me wide, then moving down between my thighs.
A current shot up my spine as I felt his tongue sliding up my cleft and circling my clit.
The universe faded inward until only he remained.
My hand slapped down on the back of his head, holding him against me. But he had no intention of trying to pull away as his tongue circled with perfect pressure.
His hand slid between us, his fingers pulsing at the entrance of my body for a long moment before pressing inside.
My back arched as a moan escaped from somewhere deep. Owen groaned against me as my walls tightened around his fingers and my legs clamped the sides of his head.
My free hand grabbed his, and he turned his hand to twine our fingers as he drove me up, up, up with his tongue and thrusts.
My hips rocked against him, chasing that release until control unraveled in hot, reckless waves that had me choking out his name, body shaking, breath catching.
Owen groaned against me but kept working me until my body went lax as I gasped for breath to try to bring calm back to my chaotic body.
But he still wasn’t done; his fingers curling and stroking against my top wall created a new sensation that had my hands fisting the sheets and a loud groan escaping me.
Seeming to sense my clit was still too sensitive, he moved away, tracing his tongue and pressing kisses around the triangle above my sex, then over my hip, up my belly, but stopping and lifting up when he reached my breasts.