“You have to let me up some time,” she said while continuing her ministrations on his scalp. Maybe if she softened him up some more, he’d drop the caveman act.
“Never. Maybe I’ll tie you to the headboard and keep you here forever. That way, you can’t disappear on me in the middle of the night again.”
She squirmed under him at the threat, excited by the prospect of being tied up by Owen.
He lifted off her the barest amount and looked down at her. “You like that? The idea of being tied up to my headboard, completely at my mercy.”
His voice dropped to a deep rasp that traveled straight to Ava’s core. She shivered at his words and bit her lip. “Maybe,” she hedged.
“We’ll work up to it.” He lowered his head and kissed her far more indecently than the early hour called for. All too soon, he pulled away and rolled to the side. “Straight to the bathroom and back. I’m not done with you yet.”
Instead of relishing her freedom, Ava propped her head on her hand to look at him. “You’re never going to let it go that I left the other night, are you?”
He smirked at her. “Birdie, I passed out after giving you three orgasms and you snuck away in the dead of night while I slept. I’ll be holding it over your head for at least the rest of the summer.”
She rolled her eyes and got out of bed before he changed his mind and actually tied her to the headboard. She snagged his t-shirt off the floor and pulled it on while walking to the bathroom. She did her business and took a moment to freshen up before heading back to the bedroom.
Owen gave a low whistle when she reentered the room. “Never thought I’d see you in one of my shirts again. Bring your sexy ass over here.”
She stopped just outside of his reach, knowing it’d drive him crazy. “I should probably get going. Summer is coming by the cabin this morning.”
“Damnit, please don’t mention my sister when I’m hard.”
She grimaced, spotting the pitched blanket around his waist. “Sorry … but I really should go soon.”
Owen pouted at her, which shouldn’t look cute on a grown man, but it was just as sexy as his smirk. “Fine. At least come sit on my face before you go.”
“You can’t be serious,” she laughed.
His pout deepened. “Dead serious. If you’re not going to stay in bed with me on my morning off, the least you can do is give me a taste before you go.”
Her legs shifted subconsciously as desire burned through her. “But we–I haven’t showered since last night–”
“Don’t care. I want the taste of you on my tongue to get me through the day. So come over here and sit on my face.”
Of their own accord, her legs rushed to the bed. She went to pull his shirt over her head.
“Leave the shirt,” he said. His eyes raked over her from head to toe.
Ava couldn’t bring herself to feel self-conscious about her messy hair she’d tried to finger-comb or the fact the oversized shirt huggedher hips instead of hanging loose. This was Owen. The man who had given her the first orgasm outside of her own hand. The man who’d gotten a tattoo to remember her. The man who’d named their dream bed-and-breakfast after her.
With Owen, there was nothing to feel insecure about. So, she left the shirt, climbed onto the bed, and straddled his face.
Owen palmed her hips and squeezed before sliding his hands further. “God, I love this ass,” he groaned. “Grab onto the headboard.”
Ava leaned forward to grasp the wooden headboard. Her inner thighs strained from hovering. Like he felt her discomfort, Owen yanked her down and made quick work of finding her clit with his tongue. He sucked on the bundle of nerves, causing Ava’s toes to curl in pleasure. She let out an involuntary moan and relinquished one of her hands gripping the headboard to rake through his hair.
He drew circles with his tongue, working her into a frenzy. She ground her hips against his mouth, urging him on. He left one hand squeezing her hip while the other traveled lower to work a finger inside her. The added pressure had Ava grinding feverishly against his magical tongue as his finger pumped and curled inside her.
Ava leaned against the headboard as her orgasm rushed through her. Owen continued to suck on her clit as he wrung every bit of aftershock from her system. She pushed her hair away from her face with a shaky hand before ungracefully dropping to the bed to recover. It was almost embarrassing how quickly he had her falling apart.
“What a way to wake up,” she breathed.
Owen smiled at her. “Come here.” He palmed the back of her head, fisting the base of her hair and pulling her closer in a dirty kiss. She could taste herself on his lips and couldn’t bring herself to care.
He broke the kiss and trailed feather-light kisses down her neck and across her throat, eliciting a moan of pleasure from Ava. She traced herfingers down his stomach toward his cock, gripping him under the blanket.
“Want me to take care of that?”
