It wasn’t much of a warning, because the moment he said the words, Owen’s mouth was claiming mine.
I let out a little surprised squeak, which quickly shifted to a low moan of pleasure. He knelt above me on the couch, one knee between my thighs and his other leg bracing himself on the ground. Owen’s hand snaked behind my neck and rested there, like he was holding me in place.
The sweet relief of finally kissing him felt like coming up from under water and taking that first gasping breath of air.
How Ineededthis.
Owen’s tongue brushed along my lips right as he pressed his knee fully between my legs, and I shivered as a shock of pleasure ran through my body.
I felt him smile against my mouth as his other hand gathered up the hem of my skirt. His touch was urgent as his palm covered the top of my thigh.
“We can’t stop this time,” I murmured against his mouth, sounding just as desperate as I felt. “Please don’t stop.”
He pulled away to gaze down at me, looking wilder than I’d ever seen. “Oh, there’s not a chance we’re stopping,” he breathed. He lowered himself again to whisper in my ear. “I’ve been waiting too long for this.”
The growl in his voice was an unexpected jolt. This was impatient Owen, the one who expected me to fall in line and do whatever he said.
As always, I was willing.
He shifted his weight again, this time smoothly moving his leg over mine so that he could lower his hips on top of me. I rose up greedily to meet him, desperate to feel more of him pressed against me.
We settled that way as we kissed, the length of his body on mine, and I wrapped my legs around his thighs so that I could move even closer to him.
I was blazing with heat now, the cool air-conditioned comfort of his home no competition for the fire he was stoking inside of me. We were moving at a frenzied pace, mouths hungry, hands exploring, but it still wasn’t fast enough for me.
He pushed his hand between us and his fingertips found the edge of my underwear.
“Take these off.” Owen’s voice was raspy in my ear, his warm breath an unexpected caress. “I want to touch you.”
It was his way of ensuring that I wanted this as much as he did. He wasn’t going to tease me into submission. After all our stops and starts, he was confirming that I wantedhim.
I wrenched them off awkwardly with one hand while still trying to kiss him, wiggling beneath him to slide my underwear down my legs and onto the floor beside us.
“Thankyou,” he whispered as he slid his hand to my heat.
My breathing shifted to shallow gasps as he gently explored me, expertly circling and stroking between my legs, slipping deep inside, then shifting to focus on my clit.
I arched against him as our mouths crashed together again. My heart was pounding dangerously fast, and it felt too bigfor my chest. I was gradually becoming unhinged, but Owen seemed fully in control and loving every second of his power over me.
He paused to pull back and scan my face. “Do you feel good?”
I bit my lip and nodded.
He bowed closer to my ear. “Tell me. What do you like?”
I took in a shaky breath.
“I like... your hands... touching me.” It came out as a strangled whisper.
He ran his teeth along the side of my neck, alternating between kisses and bites.
“And what should I do next?”
His fingertips skimmed between my legs then stopped, and I nearly cried out with need.
“Take your clothes off?” I offered meekly, because what I really wanted was for him to keep touching me.
He shook his head slowly and shifted to his knees, his eyes burning into mine. “Let me clarify... What should I doto younext?”
