I take one step in his direction, pulling my own door closed. Another step closer, and his door opens. He stands there, looking straight at me, and my heart jumps to my throat.
He fills the doorway, and the light coming from behind casts him in silhouette, accentuating his broad shoulders, muscled arms, narrow waist, and thick thighs.
Adrenaline surges in my arms and legs. My stomach quivers, but somehow I manage to take another step closer, then another.
His dark hair is messy around his face, and his dark brow is lowered. Still, I can see a naughty grin curling his mouth. His blue eyes are fixed on me like a predator, and it’s thrilling and forbidden, and I can’t stop myself. I’m drawn to him like a flame. Even if I don’t know what this means or if I’m afraid it’s a bad decision, I’m making it.
When I reach him, he takes my hand, pulling me inside and shutting the door behind me. My back is to the wooden barrier at once, and his arms are on each side of my face, caging me against his massive body.
We’re breathing fast. The energy radiating between us is crazy, and I can see my breasts rising and falling rapidly.
“What do you want?” It’s a shaky whisper.
He leans closer, tracing his lips along the line of my jaw. “John is wondering if Kendall might be up for one more night.”
Heat floods my veins, and I swallow the thickness in my throat.
My voice is barely audible as I try to understand. “When… Where?”
Lifting my chin, I meet his darkened eyes, and my core clenches. He leans forward so slightly, dipping his nose into my hair and inhaling. My eyes flutter closed.
“Delicious,” he murmurs before pressing his lips to the top of my brow.
I melt against them. Reaching out, my fingers grasp the front of his gray shirt, curling in the fabric. He smells like soap and cedar, and as his mouth moves lower, down to my cheek, closer to mine, I want him so much.
When… Tonight.
Where… Right here.
“Can I kiss you?” His voice is low.
“Yes.”
A whimper slips from my throat as he consumes me. I’m off my feet, legs wrapped around his waist, and our lips part. Tongues curl together, and I chase his kisses, meeting him in the middle.
His hard cock is pressed to my center, and tilting my waist, I rub my clit up and down the length, heat rising withevery stroke. He groans deeply, turning and carrying me to the bed.
He steps back briefly to lock the door, then he returns to where I’m lying, looking down on me with a desire that matches my own.
His chest rises and falls, and he curls his fingers, dragging his nails along my skin as he slides my pajama pants down my legs.
I’m left in only my lacy white underwear and the thin white tank top. He licks his lips, devouring me with his eyes as he unbuttons his jeans.
“Come up here.” It’s a low order, and I rise onto my knees in front of him.
He hooks his finger and thumb in the straps of my tank, pulling them together in the center of my chest, causing my bare breasts to spill out.
Then he moves his hand higher, circling one hardened nipple with his thumb.
“Fuck, you’re gorgeous.” With his other hand at my back, he lays me down on the bed, then proceeds to cover them with kisses, sucks, bites.
My fingers stab into his thick hair, and I writhe, moaning as fire singes my veins.
“Owen…” I gasp, not even caring if this is real or pretend.
Everyone keeps telling me to hold onto hope, and I’m about to have a victory. I’ll take an orgasm as a victory. Several orgasms, thank you very much.
His mouth moves down the cotton shirt until he reaches the top of my panties. Yanking them off, he buries his face in my bare pussy, his mouth moving fast as I cry out in pleasure.
