Chapter 9
GINA
Heat flashes in my chest, racing up my neck, all the way to my cheeks.
Owen Stone holds my face with the tips of his fingers, leaning closer so his scent of soap and cedar permeates my brain, and I have never had such a strong attraction to anyone in my life.
“How can you say that?” I laugh softly, doing my best to grab the reins on my racing heart. “We hardly know each other.”
“I see you. You take care of everyone at your house, the dogs. You help everyone with their special projects… You’re really great Gina.”
“Thank you,” I say, flustered and looking down.
Tilting my iced tea to the side, I wish it were something stronger. Maybe some purple drink?
“This is such a crazy place.” He pushes off the floor, collecting our garbage and carrying it to the small bin.
The muscles in his tight ass flex with every step, and I remember his bare chest from the photo shoot, broad, Iined, scattered with light brown hair. I remember him standing in the hall completely nude, penis erect, and I cross my legs in an attempt to cool these burning feelings for him.
“I wonder if you’re right, and he’s putting on an act.” Owen turns around, and I gulp a breath, hoping he can’t tell the way I was ogling him just now.
His blue eyes narrow, and he returns to where I’m sitting.
“Nobody knows who we are here.” A hint of mischief is in his voice. “We could put on our own act.”
“What do you mean?”
“Two can play his game. We can pretend to be different people as well.”
My brow tightens, and I’m intrigued by his suggestion. It sounds like a fun way to pass a night in a creepy, Psycho motel.
“Who would we be?”
“Marion Crane would be too obvious.” He glances up at the popcorn ceiling. “We could be John and Kendall Grant, but instead of looking for your sister, we could be here on our honeymoon.”
My throat tightens, and the heat in my chest is real.
Sliding my ponytail over my shoulder, I decide to embrace the charade. “John is not very good at this,” I tease.
A naughty twinkle is in his blue eyes. “Why not?”
“It’s our honeymoon, and you brought me to a cheap place like this? With all your money?”
“Maybe I have a fantasy…”
Rising onto my knees, I crawl over to where he’s sitting with his back to the loveseat. “What kind of fantasy?”
He shifts closer, placing large hands on the sides of my legs, parting them so I can straddle his lap. My heart beats faster when his hands go beneath the back of the shirt I’m wearing.
“The kind where I saw you broken down on the side of the road and brought you here.” His voice is a husky whisper. “I couldn’t keep my hands off you any longer, so I had to have you. Just this once…”
My breath hitches, and I allow him to pull me closer. I’m not wearing a bra under his thin, white tee, and my nipples are sharp points piercing the fabric.
“This sounds like a very specific fantasy.” I whisper, feeling the erection growing in his jeans through the thin cotton boxers I’m wearing. “Why here?”
He groans deeply. “I couldn’t drive any farther without having you.”
My mouth waters. I place my hands on his shoulders, rocking my core over the stiff muscle beneath me. He lets out another hiss, placing his forehead against my chest before moving his mouth over my breasts, pulling a tight nipple through the thin fabric.
A groan rises in my throat, and I shove my fingers into his thick hair. It’s so soft. I curl them, pulling as I dry-hump his lap. He traces his lips up my neck until our faces are a breath apart.
“Will you let me kiss you now?” he asks, and I lean forward to seal my lips to his.
His hands move up to cup my cheeks. Tilting my face, he deepens the kiss, licking his tongue against mine and pulling my lips with his teeth.
A soft whimper escapes on a breath, and he reaches down to lift me off the floor in a sweep, carrying me to the bed.
I don’t ask questions; I don’t break the spell. I’m on my knees on the side of the bed, and he steps back to pull his shirt over his head the way he did at the photo shoot.
His dark hair is a mess on his head, and I exhale a swoon, reaching down to do the same, lifting the shirt over my head.
My hair is still back in a tight ponytail, and when I reach up to undo it, he catches my hand.
“Leave it.” It’s a rough order, and I obey.
His blue eyes are dark and hungry, and it sends fire roaring through my veins, through my core, all the way to my toes.
“What do we do now?” I whisper.
“Touch me.” He steps closer, and I reach out to do what I’ve wanted to do for so long.
I trace my fingers over the lines of his chest, down to the lines in his stomach, watching as his muscles tense in the wake of my caress.
His breath trembles, and large hands are on my back, pulling me closer, pressing my breasts to his firm body. The warmth, the friction of our skin, makes me ache.
“It’s been so long,” he whispers as my hands move lower, to the waist of his jeans.
Hesitating, I blink up to meet his eyes, wondering what this will mean and how it will change things.
His hands move down my body, following the curve of my lower back, over the swell of my ass, until his fingers go between my thighs, lifting and pulling me closer.
I gasp, powerless as dark blue eyes hold mine.
The muscle in his square jaw flexes, and he leans closer, his breath a warm whisper against my cheek. “Just this once, I want to kiss every part of you. Will you let me?”
My chin dips, and I nod before he even finishes speaking. “Yes.”
Not wasting a moment or even allowing for a chance to reconsider, I unfasten his jeans, pushing them lower so I can slide my palm up and down his hard cock.
Again, his mouth covers mine, and with a groan, our tongues collide. This time, I kiss him back with equal force, curling my tongue with his and chasing his lips with mine.
Breaking away, he bends down to shove his jeans off his feet, straightening so I can have a full view of his glorious physique once more.
Licking my lips, I follow the lines of his muscles, the curl of his fingers.
Blinking up to his eyes, they’re hungry, and a naughty thrill races to my core. I lean forward, taking his erection in my hand and curling my tongue around the tip, flickering at the base.
“Fuck…” he groans, threading his fingers in my hair. “Gina…”
“Kendall,” I say, blinking my eyes up to his before pulling him deeper into my mouth, to the back of my throat.
Another low groan, and now his eyes are glassy. His lips are tight over his clenched teeth, and I feel his hips make the slightest thrust. He’s holding back, and I slide my hands to his waist, around to his ass, pulling him closer, deeper.
He cups my cheeks, whispering a swear. Salt is on my tongue, and he pulls me up with a little pop.
“Stop.” He puts a finger on my swollen lips. “I’m too close. I don’t want to come down your throat.”
Reaching down, he cups my breast with one hand, pinching my nipple lightly with his fingers before kneading my soft flesh. Then he steps forward to pull it into his mouth, tracing it with his teeth.
I arch my back higher, making it easier for him to devour me. My fingers return to his soft hair, and his mouth moves higher, up my chest to my neck. I lean down to kiss the side of his ear, inhaling the clean scent of his shampoo.
Lifting his chin, he covers my mouth with his, giving me a brief kiss before straightening to meet my eyes.
“Get on all fours and face the wall.” It’s a low order, and I move around to comply.
Facing the opposite wall, I wait as he puts both hands on my hips, pulling his boxer briefs off my body. Cool air swirls around my legs just before his face goes between my thighs, and he drags his tongue up and down my core.
“Oh, shit…” I hiss, my arms bending from the intense rush of pleasure.
He doesn’t stop, circling his tongue over my clit persistently, with just the right amount of pressure. My entire body is focused on his movements, and my lips part.
My eyes squint as tendrils of pleasure trace up my legs, growing higher, centering where his mouth covers me. He keeps going, as if he’s conjuring that pleasure, drawing it to him like a charm. More circles, more ribbons of pleasure, then he changes to a suck, and I break.
“Oh… Owen…” My voice trembles as my pelvis jerks.
He gives me one more swift pass before leaning up and biting my ass. “John.”
My forehead rests on my hands as the waves recede from my body, but he isn’t finished. He moves around behind me, and I hear the sound of a condom wrapper. Glancing over my shoulder, his brow is lowered, and his eyes are on his cock.
He moves the tip up and down my slippery entrance, teasing me and coating himself before lining up and meeting my eyes. “Ready?”
I nod, arching my back again as he slowly invades. He’s bigger than any man I’ve been with, and I exhale a moan as he sinks all the way, leaning down to whisper in my ear.
“You okay?”
My eyes are closed, but again, I’m nodding as he speaks. “Yes…”
With a gentle kiss to the top of my cheekbone, he rises, wrapping my ponytail around his hand and starting to thrust faster.
A primal sound rises from my throat, and I push back, meeting his thrusts and wanting more. I need more. It feels too good. It’s wild and passionate and dirty and hot.
He hits a place deep inside me no one has ever found, and I’m desperate for it to keep going, for more.
He pulls my hair tighter, and I rise up, until I’m practically bouncing my ass against his hips. My head falls back, and I moan as the shudders take over my limbs.
He cups my breasts, pressing his mouth to the side of my neck and biting, sucking.
It’s a pinch of pain mixed with pleasure, and my hands cover his as I continue to ride. He grows thicker. His grip on my body tenses, and he holds. His stomach shudders at my back, and he lets out a moan so loud, I come more.
I feel him jerking deep inside, and I rise onto my knees to drop again, giving him another thrust, drawing another, shuddering moan.
Strong arms wrap around my waist, and he holds my back against his chest, his cheek presses to my shoulder. We’re breathing hard, and a bead of sweat rolls between our bodies.
I wrap my arms over his, and it’s as if we’re melting into one, the most intense bond forging. With my eyes closed, I imagine us fitting together like puzzle pieces…
It’s too much to think… even for a fantasy, so I shake it away, loosening my hold and starting to rise.
He reaches between us to dispose of the condom. He goes into the bathroom, and I hear the sound of water running. Removing the bedspread, I lie on my side on the white sheets. It’s not the greatest hotel, but at least the sheets are clean and don’t feel like sandpaper.
The water stops, and when he returns, he’s holding a washcloth as if he’ll hand it to me. Instead, his eyes slide down my still-naked form in a way that has my body heating up again.
“Did I say just once?” A grin lifts the side of his mouth.
My eyebrow arches, and I return his bad-boy grin. “I think you did, but maybe I misunderstood?”
“What I meant was one night.” He sits on the bed, reaching out to put his thumb on my chin. “How does that sound?”
Puckering my lips, I nod. “It sounds very sensible. What else are we going to do with this bed all night?”
“Make the most of it.” Reaching out, he pulls my body flush against his, causing me to exhale a sigh.
My elbows bend, and I trace my fingers along his rounded shoulders. “We’ve been alone too long, John. We need to make up for lost time.”
He leans his head down to kiss the base of my neck, the top of my shoulder. “You are a very intelligent woman, Kendall. I admire that about you. Now I’m going to fuck you again.”
A laugh bursts through my nose, and a butterfly beats wildly in my stomach. “I have no problem with that.”