9. Owen
CHAPTER 9
Owen
I wake up slowly, something drawing me out of sleep. I’m not on alert, so I know it’s not a noise or something amiss, but as my senses return…
I’m in Zoe’s bed.
Zoe is tucked against me, her leg now over my hips as she’s flush against my side, her hand splayed on my chest and her head nestled into the crook of my arm.
Fuck, she’s even gorgeous while she sleeps.
She feels right in my arms, tucked safely against me, sleeping soundly without any worry of what happened earlier tonight. I’m so damn glad I can offer her that, which is why I made sure to stay when she asked.
Her hand moves on my chest, and I furrow my brow as I look down at her. Her eyes are still closed, but that hand is moving deliberately back and forth.
Maybe she’s in the space between sleeping and awake?—
The leg slung over my hips moves, a subtle rocking that has every single one of my senses waking up and standing at attention.
I remain quiet, anticipation slicing through me.
Her hand travels over the T-shirt I wear, down to the hem before she slides her fingers beneath it to touch my abdomen. She explores there, languid touches that have a smile shaping my lips.
The little vixen is awake and needy.
“You’re playing a dangerous game, Kitten,” I whisper.
“Not like I haven’t played it before,” she whispers right back, her eyes fluttering open to look up at me. It’s dark in her room, not even close to dawn yet, but the silver moonlight from her window illuminates the space enough for me to see that she’s smiling.
“What if I’d stayed asleep?” I tease.
“I knew you were awake,” she says, her touch more intentional now along my abdomen. “You slept in your clothes?” she tugs at my pants.
“You were mostly asleep when you asked me to stay in bed with you,” I say. “Did you expect me to strip down?”
“You could’ve,” she says.
My eyebrows raise at that.
“You could now,” she adds before I can respond.
I swallow hard, the playfulness shifting to something more serious. “You want me to?”
“I just want you,” she says so mater-of-factly it takes me a second to register her words.
I study the lines of her face and smooth my hand along the thigh draped over me. “You sure you want to do this?”
“More than anything,” she says. “I know I’m safe with you, Owen. I knew it that night on the rooftop, and I know it more than ever now. I want you. I want more of you.”
My heart does this weird thing in my chest at her declaration, and fire courses through my veins at the need in her voice.
“But,” she adds quickly. “I don’t want you to feel obligated,” she continues, nerves coating her tone. “Just because we’ve been intimate once… twice , doesn’t mean we have to keep it up.”
“You’re all I’ve wanted since the second you left me on that rooftop, Kitten,” I say. “But I wanted to make sure you were ready to take that step again.” I won’t take chances. I need her clear consent before taking things one step further.
“I want you,” she says again, eyes clear as her intentions. “I’ve never felt like this with anyone. The rooftop, the stairwell, and more than that…lunches at the office, morning coffees, tonight watching that ridiculous show. I like it all.”
I smile down at her, sliding my hand on her thigh toward the globe of her ass and back again. “I like you too, Kitten,” I say, shifting toward her to bring our mouths closer together. I span the distance, brushing my lips over hers. “You have no idea the things I’ve imagined doing to you since that first night on the roof. All the ways I want to take care of you.”
She grins against my kiss, pulling away enough to look at me. “Show me.”
Heat bolts down my spine at her demand, and I kiss her quickly before rolling atop her, shifting her easily beneath me. Her fingers go for my shirt, and I help her needy hands and pull it off, tossing it on the floor.
I bend down, pushing up her shirt to kiss her stomach, taking my time as I work my way up. She lifts up just enough for me to tug the shirt over her head, throwing it to join mine on the floor.
She’s bare beneath it, her nipples pert against the exposure of air. I dip to kiss one breast, massaging the other. I take a nipple in my mouth, sucking it hard before soothing the sting with my tongue, moving to repeat the motion on the other one. Zoe arches beneath me, gasping with every touch of my lips to her skin.
I grin at her, kissing my way down her stomach, and over her hips, until I hook my fingers in her pajama bottoms. She lifts her ass, and I tug the fabric down and off her legs, tossing it to the floor and growling at the sight of her bare beneath me.
“Fuck, Zoe,” I say, drinking her in. “You’re so damn beautiful.”
She exceeds every fantasy I could’ve ever dreamed up. That first night had been fast, only dropping and shifting what we needed to for me to sink inside her. Tonight? She’s laid herself bare and I can’t get enough.
“You’re turn,” she says, eying my pants.
I smirk. “In a hurry?”
She nods, her eyes following my hands as I unbutton my pants. I get off the bed, shedding them and my boxer-briefs, my hard cock springing free with the motion.
Zoe sits up, eyes flaring as she looks at the ink covering my body. “Ohmigod,” she says, reaching for me as I climb back on the bed. “All of this is stunning,” she says, trailing her fingers down my neck and over my chest, following the tattoo that connects there in a whorl of designs.
“This is stunning,” I counter, dragging my fingers down her body, over her pristine, unmarked skin, teasing just between her thighs. “So many spots I can mark.”
She gasps, either at the contact, my words, or both. I’m not sure, but I love the needy little sound. I slant my mouth over hers, gently guiding her back down against the bed, my fingers teasing between her thighs as her hands explore my chest, then move lower.
“You want to mark me?” she asks on a breathy sigh, her hand gripping my cock with an explorative touch.
I thrust into her hand instinctively, loving the way she grips me. “Maybe,” I say, wanting to feel her out. “Would you want me to?”
She trembles against me as I glide two fingers through her wetness, sliding into her heat before pulling them out to circle her clit. “I want you to do whatever you want to me,” she says. “I don’t think there’s a thing you could do that I wouldn’t love.”
Jesus, this woman. She’s going to be my undoing.
“Is that right?”
“That’s right,” she says, arching into my hand while stroking my cock with more assertiveness.
Fuck, she feels good.
I dip down, kissing the line of her jaw, down her neck, and then hover just above her breast. I kiss the soft flesh, then suck it into my mouth, hard. I pump my fingers inside her at the same time, loving the way she flutters around me with the move, her little gasp of surprise-filled pleasure making a drop of precome bead on the head of my cock.
I pull away, kissing the fresh red mark I’ve left on her breast. “Like that, Kitten?”
“God, yes,” she says. “That and more.”
More .
Fucking hell, she’s going to have me coming before I can properly edge her.
I drag my fingers out of her, playing with her swollen clit, drenching it in her own desire as I circle and tease it until she’s gasping, until I know she’s right there. I back off on the pressure, and she blows out a frustrated breath.
I laugh, shifting out of her grip, kissing my way down her stomach before I settle my face between her thighs.
“Has no one ever edged you before, Kitten?” I ask, looking up her body at her.
She shakes her head.
I grin, my head hovering just above her pussy. “This will be fun.” I drag my tongue through her slit, groaning at her flavor as it coats my tongue, all heat and honeyed salt. “Fuck, you taste good.”
“Owen,” she says my name with a sharpness to it, her fingers tangling in my hair, her thighs clenching on either side of my face.
I draw back an inch, releasing a hot breath over her before lightly teasing with only the tip of my tongue.
“Ohmigod,” she groans, arching off the bed for more friction.
I slide my arm over her hips, pinning her to the bed. “You’ll come when I let you,” I say against her slick flesh, and I’m rewarded with a breathy little moan. I know her, know her mind. Know she needs someone to take control, to take over and handle everything to give her a break from being the boss all day. I don’t know how I’m lucky enough to be that guy right now, but I sure as fuck won’t waste it.
I plunge my tongue into her heat, fucking her like I will with my cock next, teasing her until she tightens around me…
I pull back, lightly teasing her clit again.
“Owen, fuck ,” she says, frustration lacing every inch of her tone.
She’s right where I want her. Wound tight and ready to snap.
“Please,” she adds, her hips moving against my arm pinning them down. Every attempt has me that much harder, and my kitten loves the game too, because she’s drenched.
“You need me to get you off, Kitten?” I ask, teasing her some more.
“Yes,” she says on a hitched breath.
“Say it.”
“Let me come,” she demands, and it’s so fucking sexy I can’t deny her a second longer.
I hold her pinned with one arm and use my free hand to glide two fingers into her slick heat, pumping them into her as I tongue her clit, taking full control of her pleasure.
“ Owen ,” she sighs my name, a tenseness to it that has me rock hard and aching.
“That’s it, Kitten,” I say as I lick and lap. “Come for me.” I suck her clit into my mouth and curl my fingers, and she flutters around me, pulsing around me as a moan rips from her lips.
I work her through the throes of her orgasm, making sure to draw it out as long as possible. “Condom?” I ask, barely able to form words with how desperate I am for her.
She catches her breath and points to her nightstand.
I hurry over there, grabbing one from the top drawer. “When did you buy these?” I ask, ripping open the foil packet and rolling the condom onto my cock.
“After the gala,” she says on a loosed breath, and fire shoots down my spine as I settle between her thighs again.
“Ahh,” I say, smoothing my free hand over her breast, down her side, and over her thigh before moving back up to do it again. I can’t get enough of her. “Did you want me to fuck you that night? Did you get into this bed and imagine it?”
“Yes,” she admits, and it sends lava to my cock. “I pretended my hand was yours that night.”
“Jesus,” I growl, thrusting in her hand as she reaches between us to guide my cock to her entrance, needy and urgent. “ Zoe .”
She shifts beneath me, wrapping her legs around my hips to urge me in an inch. I bend down, kissing her quick and hard as I slide in another inch.
Zoe nibbles my bottom lip, just enough to sting as she urges me in all the way.
I groan, bottoming out inside her in one fast thrust.
“Yes,” she sighs, rolling her hips beneath me.
I pull out and pump into her again. “You feel so fucking good.”
She reaches up, kissing me again as I fuck her, meeting my every thrust by lifting her hips. We crash into a rhythm like we’ve done this a thousand times, the two of us desperate and hungry for each other.
I smooth her hair away from her face with my free hand, gently gripping her chin to hold her gaze as I thrust into her. “I want to see your face when you come this time, Kitten,” I say, swiping my thumb over her bottom lip. “No masks between us now.”
She grins, tangling her fingers in my hair, gripping just tight enough to sting. “I didn’t mind the mask,” she breathes the words. “But I much prefer this way.” Her words cut off to a little moan, her lips parting as pleasure lines her features.
“So close already?” I tease her, slowing down my pace.
“Don’t you dare slow down,” she chides me, tugging hard enough on my hair to make me groan.
I pump into her with hard, long strokes, grinding against her clit. “This what you want?” I ask, my hand still on her chin. I move it down, gently gripping her neck. “Is this what my kitten needs?” I add a little pressure to her throat, and her eyes flare with pleasure.
“God, yes,” she says, her grip on me tightening, her thighs clenching around my hips as she ushers me to go harder, faster.
Jesus, this woman is everything .
I push myself up with my supportive arm, keeping my hand gently on her throat as I pump into her. She looks like a fucking goddess beneath me, holding all the power despite my hand at her throat. I glance down between us, watching as my cock slides in and out of her.
“You see that?” I say, and her eyes follow my line of sight. “See how well you take my cock?” I thrust into her again and again, emphasizing each word. “Such a good fucking girl.”
She trembles beneath me as I up my pace, her pussy fluttering around my cock in the most delicious way.
I snap my gaze to hers again, squeezing her throat gently as I make sure every pump has me hitting her clit at the same time.
“Owen,” she sighs my name, her grip tightening in my hair as her pussy clenches around my cock. “I’m coming.”
Her words, the feel of her body tightening around me, the way she says my name, it sends me flying right over the edge with her. I pump into her harder and faster, my release barreling down my spine as she cries out with her own.
Black covers my vision for a few seconds as I’m swept away, but I come back with a sharp breath, shifting my hand from her neck to the bed to hold myself up above her so I don’t crush her.
She goes soft and pliant beneath me, her breaths matching mine as we come down.
I kiss her, slow and lazy before I gently pull out and get cleaned up, returning to the bed to find her still naked and exactly where I left her.
I smile at her, climbing under the covers and tucking her against my side again.
“I don’t think I can move,” she says, her voice relaxed.
“Good,” I say, chest filling with pride. “Just wait until I have you in the morning.”