It was my undoing. I arched off the table as the orgasm rushed through my body like a wildfire, leaving my limbs a shaking mess.
“Gods, Owen,” I panted, trying to reel my mind back into coherency.
He chuckled. “That was fast.”
I blushed a deep red, pushing at him. “It’s you! It’s your arousal. It—”
“You can’t blame me.” He climbed on top of me, ignoring the groans from the table. “You taste like sin,” he whispered against my lips.
I chuckled, wrapping my arms around his neck, pulling him into a kiss. “You flatter me, Agent Becket.”
“I hope to do a lot more than that, Miss Becket.” His body stiffened and I couldn’t help the laughter bubbling up my throat. “Did I just say that out loud?”
“Mmhmm.” I nodded. “But bold of you to assume I would be the one takingyourlast name.”
He huffed a laugh. “You’re right. Owen Beaumont has a much sexier ring to it, don’t you think?”
I giggled and pulled his abdomen down against mine, wanting to feel his weight on me. “Ithink, you should fuck me already, Agent Beaumont.”
He swept his tongue over my lower lip, before trailing soft kisses over my neck, then my chest, pulling down my dress as he went.
His tongue swirled around my nipple, and I couldn’t help but arch into his mouth, desperate for more pressure, more friction.
I unfastened his pants and pushed them down, feeling his cock spring free. He moaned against my breast as I closed my fingers around it. I stroked it once before he caught my hand and pinned it above my head.
“I won’t last very long if you tease me like this, A.”
My stomach flipped and I pulled his ass down with my free hand. “Then let me have you, Owen.Please.Make me yours.”
He shifted, positioning himself at my entrance. His eyes were on my face when I looked up—soft and warm, making my heartbeat flutter.
Slowly, he pushed into me, the feel of him inside me, heating my blood, the warmth settling onto my cheeks. He stayed still, buried deep inside of me, just watching my face with utter adoration shining in his eyes.
I reached up and softly traced the curves of his face, basking safely in the warmth of his stare. “Have I ever told you howhandsome you are?” I murmured, brushing my fingers over his soft lips.
His cock twitched inside of me and my breathing hitched. It felt so good, my core tightening painfully with need.
Owen’s eyes fell closed as he pushed harder, deeper into me. “You feel amazing, Ava.” He slowly pulled out and pushed back into me, making us both gasp. “Fuck,” he moaned.
My body was trembling with want. He kept a slow, steady rhythm while he kissed me and whispered sweet praises into my ear, into my heart. His hands roamed my body, touching me, loving me like I was a precious treasure as his name fell from my lips in trembling sighs.
I could feel him straining to keep control, his breathing fast and jagged. It egged my own pleasure on. With each deep thrust, my orgasm was building, pulsing, stealing my breath away.
“Owen…” I whimpered, all the muscles in my body tightening in pleasure, my heart beating frantically in anticipation.
“Jesus, Ava.” He swept a hand over my hair, staring at me in awe. “Are you glowing? I swear you’re glowing.” His fingers trembled over my face.
My back arched off the table as the first wave hit me, consuming me. I clung to Owen as he continued to drive into me, slowly sending wave after wave of pleasure through my body. The edge of the wooden table groaned in his grip as he battled to keep his own orgasm at bay. Until he couldn’t. He cursed and thrusted into me, two more times, the muscles in his abdomen tightening gloriously, before he collapsed onto me, a trembling mess, just like me.
We held each other tightly as our ragged breaths echoed through the dark, quiet room.
My heart felt like it was going to explode.
Owen pushed up onto his elbow, smiling down at me. “You’re magnificent, Ava.”
My heart sputtered out and I quickly looked away.
He cupped my cheek and guided my eyes back to his. “I love you, Miss Beaumont.”
