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)
That was why, wasn’t it, that I’d fabricated the lie about being with someone? So my coworkers wouldn’t judge me?
Luckily for me, that lie had led somewhere amazing, somewhere I never could have expected.
“Okay, she is down,” Owen said as he came back down from the nursery, where he’d been reading to Adelaide, who seemed to find his voice relaxing.
“No way. That fast?”
“She’s probably still recovering. Needs a little extra sleep. How are you feeling?”
“Good. Unloading that hot dishwasher gave me a good steam and cleared out my sinuses.”
“Glad to hear it. Now I know you can breathe when I do this.”
His hand lifted, sliding down to cup my jaw before lowering down and sealing his lips to mine.
It was just a brush at first, just a soft, sweet pressure without expectation.
It wasn’t long before my hands were sliding up to grab the collar of his shirt, my chest pressing to his, my lips slanting, silently demanding more, harder, deeper.
Owen turned me, pushing me back against the island, then closing any remaining space between us. At the feel of his hardness against my belly, a low groan worked its way up my throat and muffled against his lips.
His free hand glided down, grabbed me behind the knee, lifted my leg, and spread it wide against the cabinet. Shifting in, he ground against the center of me.
My head fell back on a moan, and Owen’s face chased the movement, his lips teasing up the column of my neck, tongue circling the fluttering, erratic beat of my pulse.
My hands grew greedy, sliding up his strong forearms, over his biceps, shoulders, chest, then downward to gather the bottom of his shirt.
He pulled back, allowing me to drag the shirt up and off, tossing it—already forgotten—to the floor.
My palms slid all over him again, tracing the contours of his muscles, delighting in the way they reacted to my touch, how his breath would catch as I explored him, how his hips would buck harder when my fingers glided over a sensitive spot.
I’d just gotten his pants unfastened and pushed the material down, my stomach tensing in anticipation of reaching into his boxer briefs to free him, when he pulled away to drop down to his knees in front of me.
His head angled back, gaze holding mine, as he reached up, grabbing the waistband of my shorts and sliding them down.
The cool air and the heat of his gaze pricked my skin, making goosebumps rise as a shiver worked its way down my spine.
I lost his gaze as his head dipped, his lips pressing to the inside of my knee, then gliding up my thigh until he reached my panties, where his tongue traced the crease until my thighs started to shake.
Then, making my breath catch, his lips sucked at my clit through my panties. A moan escaped me as my hand slapped down on his head, fingers sifting into his soft hair, then gripping. My hips rocked as his tongue worked me through the material for a moment before, finally, he pulled it down.
He waited for me to step out before he was between my legs again. Without the barrier, the heat of his tongue as it traced me had my thighs shaking as my hips rode the sensation, chasing the climax that was building inside.
My soft sounds grew to loud moans, the sound filling the empty house as Owen continued his unbearable teasing, driving me just to that edge, then retreating before I could fly over.
His hand slid between us, fingers gliding inside me, thrusting for a moment before twisting, then stroking against my top wall.
There was no way to edge me again.
Even I wasn’t prepared as the orgasm surged through me, stealing my breath and my voice, so all I could do was shake and hold him against me as the waves crashed again and again.
He slipped away after, kissing up across the triangle of my sex, over my belly, then skipping over my chest to tease my neck again.
His fingers were still inside me, thrusting lazily, somehow managing to start to drive me up again.
“Owen, please,” I begged as my hips started to rock against his fingers—needing more, needing him.
“Tell me what you want,” he demanded as his teeth snagged my earlobe and tugged.
“You,” I whimpered, reaching out to cup him through his boxer briefs. For just a second, he rocked into my hand, his breath going short and shallow, his body tensing.
But then his hand slid from between my thighs so he could yank down his underwear.
While on his knees, he must have fished a condom out of his wallet with his free hand because the next thing I knew, he had the foil to his lips, nipped the edge, then ripped it open.
I watched, desire tightening, as he slid on the protection, then stroked himself down to the base so he could slide his length against my cleft, coating himself in my desire, then tapping against my throbbing clit until I was wild with desire.