His laugh comes out strangled. “You’re on your knees with my cock in your mouth, and you’re checking on me?”
“I like making sure.”
Something shifts in his expression at that. Softer. Almost overwhelmed again. Then his thumb brushes lightly across my cheek while he looks down at me like I’m something precious.
That look feels more intimate than the sex.
“O-kay,” Owen says shakily a few minutes later. “I’m going to need you to come up here before I completely lose my mind.”
Laughing softly, I kiss the inside of his thigh before pulling back. The muscles beneath my lips twitch immediately.
Owen reaches for me the second I straighten, large hands sliding firmly around my waist as he pulls me onto his lap. His mouth crashes against mine instantly, all heat and desperation.
“You’re evil,” he says against my lips.
“You seemed happy about it.”
“I was happy about it.” His forehead drops briefly against mine while he exhales hard. “That’s the problem.”
Warmth spreads low through my stomach at the sight of him. Flushed. Disheveled. Emotionally open in ways I’m starting to realize are incredibly rare for him.
His hands slide slowly beneath my shirt, palms warm against my bare skin as he pushes the fabric upward. I lift my arms automatically so he can pull it over my head, and the second my bra comes into view, his expression changes.
There it is again. That look. Like he still can’t quite believe I’m letting him touch me. That I’m his. The tenderness in it makes my chest ache.
“You’re beautiful,” he says quietly. “And it’s not just the way you look, Remy. It’s who you are.”
My pulse stumbles hard enough that I have to kiss him again immediately before he accidentally gives me an emotional breakdown right here on his couch.
Owen groans softly into my mouth as I grind down against him instinctively, the hard length of his cock trapped between us. The friction sends heat shooting straight through my body.
His hands tighten hard on my hips. “Remy.”
The warning in his tone only makes me do it again. This time, Owen’s head falls back against the couch cushion with a rough curse.
“Oh, you think you’re funny now?”
“A little.”
“You’re going to kill me.”
I smile against his skin and reach between us to shove my leggings and panties down enough to free my pussy. Cool air brushes against slick skin immediately.
Owen’s eyes darken the second he notices what I’m doing. “Shit.”
I shift higher onto his lap, guiding his cock against me slowly. The tip catches against my clit first, pulling a sharp breath from both of us. Owen’s hands flex against my waist hard enough to leave marks.
“Remy,” he says again, visibly trying to hold onto control by brute force alone.
I look directly into his eyes as I slowly lower myself onto him.
The stretch steals my composure. “Oh, my God.”
Owen groans low and broken beneath me, eyes squeezing shut while his head drops forward against my chest.
“Fuck,” he whispers. “Fuck, baby…”
I sink fully into his lap inch by inch, both of us breathing unevenly by the time I’m seated completely on his cock. For a second, neither of us moves. Owen’s forehead rests against my collarbone while his hands spread wide across my back.
