“You in my bed,” I say, and walk out of the bathroom.
She had pinned her hair up to keep it dry in the shower, so when I lay her down on the bed, her brown waves fan out on my pillow, just like my fantasy. Only the real thing is a million times better.
She gestures for me to join her on the bed and I climb on next to her.
“Last night was hot,” she says, lacing her hand with mine and tugging me down, “but I want to take our time tonight.”
“Button, we have all the time in the world.”
We don’t kiss right away. Instead, we both look at each other like we’re looking beyond our faces, right into each other’s souls. My hand grazes the delicate line of her jaw, and she leans into it like she’s been waiting her whole life to be touched exactly like this. I drag my thumb across her cheekbone and her eyes flutter closed.
“I like the way you touch me.”
“I like touching you.” I trace my finger across her collarbone before bending down and pressing my mouth to that spot on her neck I’ve been eyeing all night. She lets her head roll to the side, giving me access, and I kiss up the column of her throat, to the soft spot behind her ear.
“I want you to touch me more,” she says and places my hand flat against her chest, right above the knot of her towel. Her heartbeat flutters under my fingers, a little fast and erratic, and I could die right now knowing I have this effect on her body. I untuck the towel from between her breasts, but leave it draped over her body. She’s like a present, and I want to take my time unwrapping her.
Her hands fist around the hem of my shirt, tugging me closer, and I let her peel it off me before pressing my mouth to hers. She tastes like marshmallows and bourbon and everything else I’ve ever craved.
“Whatever you want, Liv. Let me give it to you.”
I kiss down her body to where her towel is draped over her chest. She takes the edges and opens it, revealing hergorgeous honey skin, still flushed from the shower. I’m captivated by the rise of her perfect curves, her pebbled nipples, the most delicious shade of peach, waiting for my mouth. Last night, we never got our clothes off. Now she’s splayed before me, completely naked, like an offering to the gods, and I will bow at their altar every day for this woman.
“Fuck, Liv, look at you,” I say with mind-numbing reverence. I lower my mouth to her breast and suck her nipple into my mouth. She sighs my name, and I feel it inside my chest.
I knead and massage one breast while my tongue flicks across the other peaked nipple. Her nails drag through my hair with a delightful scrape, and I use my teeth to apply a little pressure, testing her boundaries.
“Yes,” she breathes out and pulls my mouth tighter to her. I bite down just enough to make her gasp, then soothe the spot with my tongue.
Her breath hitches as my hand travels down the curve of her waist until it finds its home between her thighs. I had wanted to take my time, but the way she arches into my touch, trusting and needy, I can’t make her wait. Hell, I can’t wait. I slip my finger into her core, and she is so wet and ready for me, I immediately add a second finger.
She gasps my name, and I nearly lose it at the rawness in her voice.
My mouth finds hers again, deeper this time. Not rushed. Just…greedy. Like I’ve waited years for this.
My fingers pump with a slow, deliberate rhythm. And she whimpers these little mewls of pleasure. My dick is so hard, caged against the fly of my jeans that it is almost painful, but I can tell she’s close and there is no way I’m going to stop.
“Owen,” she gasps, “harder.”
I take her breast back into my mouth and suck and flick and nip until she’s writhing underneath me. Circling her clit faster with my thumb and pushing down with the pressure I now know she craves.
Her muscles begin to clench around me and I pull back enough to look at her, because damn if I’m going to miss the way she looks when she crashes at my touch.
Her body trembles with these little aftershocks of her pleasure, and I pull her into my arms and stroke her cheek and the skin of her ribs. That I made her come apart feels like a privilege, not a right—and I plan to earn it, every time.
She rolls into me and buries her face in my chest, and I’m pretty sure she inhales. I hope I smell like her. She fumbles with the button of my pants, and I chuckle at her post-orgasm lack of dexterity.
“Do you need some help, Button?” I kiss her temple.
“Can you take these off, please?” she says, a little exasperated.
“You tell me what you need, Liv,” I say, rolling onto my back and undoing my zipper. “Say the word and it’s yours. Every time.”
She helps me slip out of my pants and underwear, and my dick springs to attention. I’m momentarily embarrassed by how hard I am for her, but she just smiles.
“Looks like we have the same effect on each other,” she says before she palms me in a few hard strokes. I groan, grab a condom off the nightstand, and pull her on top of me.
She sits up, her thighs bracketing my hips, and she looks like a goddess. Her cheeks are flushed, her hair is wild, and she’s slick against me. She moves, grinding against me, and her eyes close again, her head tipping back.
