Total pages in book: 14
Estimated words: 12270 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 61(@200wpm)___ 49(@250wpm)___ 41(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 12270 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 61(@200wpm)___ 49(@250wpm)___ 41(@300wpm)
The stairs are old and smaller than I'm comfortable with, even if my mind is a haze of lust. "Bedroom, Owen. Bedroom."
He groans in frustration but steps back, pulling me with him up the rest of the stairs. We're kissing again by the time we get to my room, fumbling our way toward the bed.
I tug at his jeans, desperate to feel his skin on mine, and he helps me push them down before stepping out of them. Then his hands are everywhere, touching me, teasing me, driving me crazy with desire.
We fall onto the bed together, and there's no hesitation now, no holding back. He makes quick work of my silky pajamas, and his lips are immediately on my skin, starting right below my belly button, before he licks a line over my hip bone.
"Oh God," I gasp, arching against him. "Keep going.”
He doesn't respond, too busy sliding lower until he reaches my inner thigh. His beard tickles my skin as he kisses his way higher, closer to where I need him most. And when his tongue finally flicks against my clit, I nearly come undone.
Two of his thick fingers slide inside, curling upwards until he hits the spot that makes me see stars. I grip his hair tighter, pulling his mouth to where I need him most, and he obeys by sucking my clit between his lips.
I'm so close. So fucking close. My body is trembling, every nerve ending on fire as he works me with his fingers and tongue. When he adds a third finger, stretching me just right, my entire body shudders. The wet sounds of his mouth on me and the sight of his dark head between my legs make my head spin.
"Come for me, Lena," he murmurs against my flesh, never slowing the motion of his hand. "Let go."
And I do.
I explode around him with a scream, shaking in his grasp as he holds me still with one arm, determined to keep his mouth on me until the bitter end. He keeps going, drawing out my orgasm until I can barely breathe. My heart feels like it's going to beat out of my chest.
Finally, after what seems like forever, I slump back against the pillows, utterly spent. But Owen isn't done yet. He kisses his way up my stomach, pausing briefly to suck each nipple before continuing to my neck and jaw. By the time our lips meet again, I'm ready for another round.
He pulls away with a smile, resting his forehead against mine. "How was that?"
I run my fingers through his hair, giving it a playful tug. "Almost worth the wait."
His eyes darken at the challenge. "Just almost? We're going to have to fix that."
Before I can say anything else, he pulls me tightly against him as he rolls onto his back. Then, without any warning, he flips us over so that I'm straddling him.
"What are you doing?" I ask breathlessly.
He smirks up at me. "Letting you steer the ship."
I shake my head. "You're crazy," I murmur before leaning down to press my lips against his neck. His stubble scratches my cheek as I move lower, kissing along his collarbone before trailing my tongue across his chest. I glance up at him, reveling in the need in his expression. I continue exploring every inch of exposed skin, tracing every line and curve of muscle with my fingertips, unable to get enough.
He palms my asscheeks, massaging them as he coaxes me into position. My Owen is anxious to be inside me, and even though I'm still buzzing from the last orgasm, I feel the same.
"In a hurry?" I tease as he guides me over his cock, pressing the tip against my slit.
"You had your turn already. Now I want mine."
Deciding that I've tortured him enough, I rise and position myself over his cock. Owen is rock hard, and when I sink down on his length, his hands grip my hips tightly. We both exhale shakily as our bodies merge together, and he buries his face against my neck, grunting softly.
He lifts his head, kissing me passionately, swallowing every whimper and gasp. When we break apart for air, his eyes are full of lust and desire, but also something else. Something deeper and far more meaningful.
I lean forward and rest my forehead against his. "Don't overthink this," I whisper, cupping his cheek. "We're exactly where we belong."
His voice is husky and strained. "Lena, I'm going to ruin you for any other man."
And then he thrusts upwards, filling me completely.
My eyes shut as I adjust to him inside me, stretching me deliciously. "You already have," I murmur before kissing him deeply.
Our bodies move together perfectly—just like they did in the attic the first time. Only now there's no hesitation or guilt between us, just pure, unadulterated desire.