I watched the rise and fall of Owen's chest as his cock replaced his fingers. When he pushed past my resistance, my gaze scraped up his body to his gorgeous face to see bliss softening his features. He leaned forward, his heat wrapping around me like a blanket as he braced his elbows on either side of my head. My hands went to his shoulders and my ankles to his ass as he thrust into me. His cheeks were flushed, his eyes hazed over withheat.
"Is this good?" he asked, flattening his hips against me. "Are you allright?"
I nodded, no words available to me. I was only capable of taking it, of taking him, and wanting him to take all of me in the process. Owen eased back, dragging his cock from me on a slow, torturous path. Our eyes met and then shifted downward, and we watched as he disappeared inside meagain.
"Ah,fuck," hehissed.
He was fucking me slowly now, all rolling hips and long, heavy thrusts, and I was about to lose my mind. I reached between us, suddenly frantic to find my release, and stroked mycock.
"No no," Owen said, moving my hands to his waist before taking my cock. "This is forme."
"But Ineed—"
"I know," he said, cutting me off with a kiss. "I know, little prince. But this is forme."
His grip was unforgiving, but his gaze.Fuck,that gaze.That was what got me. It was like he was staring straight into me, knowing me and begging me to know him in return. "Take it," I whispered. "Take all ofme."
His thumb passed over my crown as he stroked into me. For a minute there, I went cross-eyed.
I'd never experienced sex like this before. There was the insanely good fucking component but that wasn't the whole story. It was the feeling of it all. The emotion behind every thrust, the intention in every kiss, the promise in every breath we shared. This kind of sex was an affirmation, and an ever-growing part of me knew I could scavenge the earth and not find anything else like it. Likehim.
"Don't say something like that unless you mean it," Owen replied. "Because you better believe Iwill."
He did. He had me flying apart within minutes, one hot spurt afteranother.
"Your turn," I rasped, my eyes glued to his abs as they rippled with each glorious thrust. "You gave me everything I wanted, Owen. Now I want you to take what youneed."
His eyebrows arched, and a smile tipped up one side of his mouth. He pulled out and jerked himself with the same force he'd offered me. It was a blur of movement and guttural moans, and he huffed out a long, filthy string of curses as his release hit. He spilled—and spilled and spilled—all over mybelly.
"Look at you," he breathed as the last spasms spiraled through him. "Just look atyou."
Owen swirled two fingers through the mess on my belly. I was warm all over, filled with a hot new happy that felt too good to be mine. "Come here," I whispered, pulling him to my side. "Just stay rightthere."
"Nowhere else I want to be," he murmured, his lips on my neck andshoulder.
I lived a pretty big life. I'd traveled the world and met celebrities, heads of state, and more billionaires than I could count. Even though there were moments when I wanted to kick it all to the curb, I had it good. But none of that life compared to Owen's head on my shoulder or his bare skin warmingmine.
15
Tacking
v. To change course by turning a boat's head into and through thewind.
Owen
Where our firstweek of sleeping together was an overwhelming rush of new, urgent and rough in the best ways, we'd now eased into the lazy indulgence stage. There was no rush, no awkward moments. We had a feel for each other now, and we knew this wasn't ending at sunrise. That made all thedifference.
Also, several nights of flat-out fucking combined with unrestricted touching throughout the day took some of the edge off. I could curl around Cole while our breathing eased and our bodies cooled, and not lose myself in another heady swirl of lust. It was a good thing I found that restraint, too. The afterglow left him chatty, but it wasn't his usual noise. He confessed his desires, shared secrets, told stories I was certain had never before seen the light ofday.
It was another piece of Cole I was fortunate enough to claim as my own, and I relished these dark, quiet moments when we could shed everything and be the most raw versions ofourselves.
In all this glorious honesty and openness, a few critical details were missing. The reason for his extended summer vacation never came up. Details about his life in California were off the table. He rarely talked about his work, and when he did, it was to vent his hatred for corporateculture.
I knew I shouldn't but I preferred it thisway.
I loved the fantasy of Cole. The version of him that came without strings or complications. That version didn't have a life and a business waiting for him on the other side of the country. That version wasn't going to gather up his pastel polo shirts and sailaway.
If I could hold onto the fantasy, I wouldn't have to cope with the reality that I'd fallen for a man who could never be mine. Not really. I didn't need to know the inner workings of his world to know it wasn't mine. He could enjoy the hell out of a summer in Talbott's Cove, but that didn't mean he had any intention of permanently relocating here. Just another one of my sandcastle dreams. I was getting ahead of myself, planning our future together when I didn't know if he shared a fraction of myfeelings.
