My back arches and I push down harder onto him. His hand drops lower, winding its way around my back and stomach, his fingers searching for an opening in my romper.
"Can't get in," he grits, and it makes me smile.
"I wore it to prevent this from happening," I admit, biting the side of my lip and raising my eyebrows. I don't stop pushing down on his length, grinding against him as if we're fifteen again.
He crooks a grin. "How do I get you out of it?"
"Top down," I breathe.
His hands are at my shoulders, wasting no time. His fingers slip beneath the fabric and I gasp. His touch is searing, and I know, somehow I know, that this is dangerous.
To my heart.
To my head.
The threat is not enough to stop me. I want Owen. I want this night. I want to make up for all our long-ago wrongs.
The thousand cuts that took us down.
Chapter 15
Owen
She's stunning,sitting on top of me like this.
Her mouth opens and she sucks in a breath as my fingers dip under the fabric at her shoulders, tugging it down. For an article of clothing worn specifically to keep her bottom half out of reach, it gives surprisingly easy access to her top half.
The cloth slips over soft skin.
Down.
Down.
Down, until it rests in the crook of her bent elbows. Her bra is white lace, see-through. Her hardened nipples strain against the material. She doesn't lean forward to kiss me, just continues to sit where she is, pushing against the strain in my jeans. She is not shy like she once was, back when we were fumbling hands trying to work out where to put what.
Autumn pulls her arms through the romper and it falls to her waist, exposing her taut, lean stomach. She reaches behind herself, unclasping her bra and pulling it away from her body, dropping it on the couch beside us.
I'm confronted with more beauty than I remember. Her dark hair spills over shoulders, cascading in soft waves down to her breasts. Pert, pink nipples become even stiffer in the open air. My eyes travel lower, down to her bellybutton. There is a small, round scar in the place where a piercing used to be.
Autumn arches her back again, grinding against me, offering her chest. "Touch me, Owen."
I don't need the direction. I'd only been admiring her alarming beauty and my luck at having her here again, but it's good to know how much she wants this. Wants me.
I reach up, cupping my hands around her full breasts, brushing my thumbs across her nipples.
A whimper slides from her. "More," she gasps.
My hand runs the length of her back, and in the same way I urged her closer to me when she was seated beside me, I urge her body into the space between us. At the same time, I lean forward, gripping tightly to her waist, softly sucking the bud of her breast into my mouth. First one, then the other, and Autumn's hands are in my hair, fingernails dragging.
We are in the cover of darkness out here, nobody to see us except the stars overhead, but I want to take her inside to my bed. As difficult as it is, I wrest my mouth from her skin and wrap my arms beneath her ass, hoisting her into the air as I stand.
"Oh," she says, surprised, her legs tightening around me.
"Bed," I grunt.
"Yes," she whispers, pressing her mouth to my neck as I walk to the back door and into the house. I use my foot to close the door behind me, capturing her mouth with mine at the same time. Our wet tongues clash with urgency as I walk, and more than once we bump into the wall. Each time makes us laugh, but not for long. This hunger, this thirst, is too needy.
Finally, we make it my bedroom. I set Autumn on the edge of my bed and take a step back. She watches, halfway undressed, as I reach behind me and pull my shirt over my head. Her eyes travel over my skin and she reaches out, beckoning me closer. As I step into her reach, she grasps my jeans, unbuttoning, then unzipping, sliding them down my body.
