“You’re killing me,” he says against my mouth.
The honesty in it sends heat straight through me.
I tug him closer by the waistband of his athletic shorts until his cock presses firmly between my legs. The friction pulls a helpless sound out of both of us at the same time.
“Oh, my God,” I whisper.
His forehead drops briefly to my shoulder like he’s trying to regain control. “You have no idea how hard today was.”
My hands slide into his hair automatically. “You think you had a hard day?”
He laughs once against my skin. “Fair point.”
Then his fingers brush beneath the edge of my panties, and every coherent thought immediately evacuates my body. He swipes the fabric down my legs and away.
I jerk slightly at the first stroke through slick heat, and Owen goes completely still.
“Still okay?”
The fact that he asks while visibly shaking from restraint nearly ruins me emotionally.
“Yes,” I whisper immediately. “Please don’t stop.”
His eyes close for half a second at the word please. Then he groans softly and kisses me again while his fingers slide through me slowly, like he’s memorizing what I feel like. Heat coils tight in my stomach instantly. My body responds to him frighteningly fast now, already sensitive from the way he wrecked me in his kitchen.
“You’re so fucking wet,” he says against my mouth, sounding almost stunned by it.
A shiver rolls through me. His thumb brushes my clit lightly, and my head falls back before I can stop it.
“Owen.”
“Yeah,” he says hoarsely. “That’s exactly how I feel when you say my name.”
I’m never going to recover from this man.
His fingers curl deeper while he watches my face, and the intensity of his focus makes heat flood straight through me again.
Then his breathing catches sharply. “Oh,” he says quietly.
I blink dazedly back at him. “What?”
A slow smile spreads across his face.
“You trust me.”
And somehow, terrifyingly enough, he’s right. The words hit me harder than they should.
“You trust me.”
Before I can figure out how to respond to that emotionally catastrophic observation, Owen kisses me again. Slower this time. Deep enough that I feel it everywhere while his fingers keep moving between my thighs in steady, devastating strokes.
I break the kiss first with a shiver. “Condom.”
“Right.” He sounds almost reluctant about the interruption, which does absolutely nothing helpful for my current state of mind.
He steps far enough away to dig his wallet out of the discarded gym bag near the office wall, and I take the opportunity to attempt one coherent thought. Unfortunately, the coherent thought immediately dies when I get a full view of him tugging his shorts down enough to free his cock.
Oh.
