Page 29 of His Secret Wish

He shook his head. “Not right now,” he said, his voice low and full of gravel. “Right now, I need to taste you. Can I taste you, mi cariño?” His tongue swept against his lower lip, as if he was already savoring her.

For a moment, she couldn’t breathe. Her lungs locked up tighter than the vault at the bank in town. All she could do was nod.

“Are you sure?” He ducked down a little so he could look directly in her eyes.

“Yes.” It came out squeaky and high, but it was the truth. He must have seen the truth in her gaze because he gave a small nod, and eased her backward onto the bed.

She sat on the edge of the mattress—it was incredibly comfortable, especially in comparison to the old one—her insides tied up into a big old bowline knot. For some stupid reason, she felt like this was her first time all over again. Ridiculous as it was, she couldn’t help the nervous energy coursing through her.

Not that their first time had been anything like this. They hadn’t even had a bed. It had been in the secluded meadow on the Callahan property, the one by the small creek. It had been early fall, and if she was honest with herself, they’d been a little too young. But they’d gotten tangled up in the moment and each other. It had been a little awkward, and incredibly quick, but it had also been special. Because it was Owen, and she’d loved him with her entire teenaged heart and soul.

He trailed his hands over her hips and thighs, coaxing her back to the present. His fingers traced the edge of her panties, teasing and toying with her. Standing over her, he seemed even bigger than normal, and it was both thrilling and frightening. She couldn’t decide which excited her more.

She reached behind her and snapped open her bra. With no straps to hold it to her, it tumbled to her lap, her breasts bouncing free. Her nipples puckered even more in the cool air. They ached with anticipation, and she couldn’t help but give them a tweak with her fingers and thumbs.

A moan rolled through and out of her, an electric current zinging from her nipples to her clit. Her hips rolled of their own accord.

“Yeah,” he said on a rush of breath. “You need me between your thighs, don’t you? Licking up all your honey and teasing your clit.” His fingers brushed against the wetness on her panties. Her hips jumped, chasing the friction.

She whimpered and pinched her nipples harder. “Please, Owen.” Her voice was cracked, the need practically oozing out of every word. “Don’t tease me. It’s been too long.”

“It has, hasn’t it?” He dropped to his knees between her thighs. “Don’t worry, I won’t make you wait too long, mi cariño.” He slid her panties off and dropped them on the floor. Then he grabbed the insides of her knees and spread her legs.

His gaze was locked on her pussy, his pupils blown wide with heat and lust. Seeing him there, between her thighs after all this time was strange. In a very surreal way. It had been ages, and yet this was a familiar sight, sending a familiar anticipation skidding through her. She had no idea what to do with the feelings.

He wrapped his hands under her hips and pulled her forward, so her butt was on the very edge of the bed. His broad shoulders brushed against the inside of her thighs, keeping her legs open. He leaned forward. “So pretty and wet. All for me.” His hot breath brushed against her folds, sending a shiver through her.

“That’s not not teasing.” Her voice was breathy, anticipation making it tough to breathe. Or maybe that was the gorgeous man between her thighs, and the way she was tweaking her nipples. “Please, mi amor.”

He chuckled, and she wanted to scream. Shout for him to appease the ache inside her. The ache that he created, the ache that only he could satisfy.

“You’re so beautiful.” He kissed her inner thigh, so close to where she needed him, but still so far. She shifted her hips, trying to coax him toward her pussy. He ignored her, instead kissing the inner thigh on her other side, and then giving her soft flesh a little nip.

Her hips bucked, the pleasurable pain burying itself behind her clit. She gasped, her inner muscles clenching tight on nothing, making her feel even emptier.

“So open and ready for me, like the most beautiful flower. All pink and perfect.” While not exactly poetry, the words were full of heart and wonder, and they sank directly into her soul, lighting her up from the inside.

And then he leaned in and licked right up her center, and all thought and worry scattered. Her entire world arrowed down to her pussy. She ached to be filled, her clit throbbing with want.

“Please, please, please.” The plea fell from her lips without conscious thought.

“Keep playing with your nipples. I want you to come on my tongue at least once.” His voice had a hard edge to it, a you-must-obey tone.

She had no intention of disobeying.