Chapter 25
Natalie blew out a breath in the steam-filled bathroom. She’d taken an extra long shower after such a grueling day. She let the silk nightgown glide over her body as she put it on. After combing out her wet hair, she gathered her clothes and returned to the bunk area.
Natalie stopped at the bed she’d claimed and dropped her shoes. There was only the one light on at the bedside table because she liked the soft glow of it.
She felt a prickle of awareness on the back of her neck before heat spread over her. She knew without turning around that it was Owen.
And God help her, but she was glad he was there.
There were soft footsteps as he padded across the concrete floor. She let the clothes slide from her fingers to the ground. Her breath locked in her lungs when she felt him come up behind her.
She found it difficult to form a thought as she waited for his touch. He stood so closely, his shirt brushed her arm. The heat of him surrounded her, cocooning her in desire and expectation. Her blood pumped faster, and awareness sizzled around her.
Long fingers moved her hair to one side. His head bent, lips skating along her skin. She leaned her head to the side to give him better access.
One arm wrapped around her waist, just below her breasts. He held her tightly while his lips and tongue tantalized her skin. Her eyes slid shut, even as he molded his body to hers.
He teased a spot on her neck that drove her wild. A breathy sigh rushed past her parted lips as he gently nipped. Her sex throbbed with need—a need only Owen could quench.
Chills raced along her arm when his fingers caressed from her wrist up to her neck. Her head rolled onto his shoulder. She bit her lip when one of his fingers hooked the thin strap of her gown and tugged it off her shoulder.
He continued to pull until the gown snagged on her nipple. She gasped when the silk scraped the turgid peak. Then his fingers were there, rolling her nipple between his digits.
She wrapped her fingers around his wrist as pleasure rushed through her as quick as lightning.
His hands were everywhere. Her neck, her cheek, her hair. He caressed her hip, cupped her butt, and massaged her exposed breast.
All the while, his mouth was on her skin, kissing, nipping, and using his tongue to lick and lave. Her legs buckled, but he managed to keep her upright.
Suddenly, he spun her around to face him. She clung to his wide shoulders. Their gazes locked then held while he slid the other strap from her shoulder. The silk nightie fell to a puddle at her feet.
Owen knelt before her. He cupped a breast in each hand, teasing her nipples. Then his lips wrapped around one peak. Natalie moaned, her fingers shoving into his thick hair.
He moved from one nipple to the other, touching nothing but her breasts—yet her entire body was on fire. For him. Hunger mixed with desire inflamed her.
When he stood, he lifted her in his arms. She wrapped her legs around his waist and smoothed her hands over his face. She gazed into his eyes, her fingers sliding into his dark locks once more.
He walked to the bed then slowly lowered her. The feel of his weight on her again was delicious, intoxicating. She wanted them skin-to-skin, with nothing but the night around them.
She sighed when his lips found hers and kissed her as if there were no tomorrow, as if they were the only two people on the planet.
Owen was in heaven. He knew because he’d been there once before and had foolishly left. Now that he had Natalie in his arms again, he wasn’t ever going to let her go.
Her long, slim fingers slid beneath his shirt. A groan left him when her nails skimmed his back. She’d always known how to touch him in ways that heightened his senses and had him begging for more.
He broke the kiss long enough to jerk off his shirt before he was back in her arms. Owen braced his elbows on either side of her as he held her face between his hands.
As he gazed into her eyes, he was taken back to a time when the future was stretched before them, uncharted and unexplored. He wanted that again.
He needed that.
He lowered his head and kissed her gently. Her hands roamed over his back and shoulders. He ached to be inside her, to feel her heat surrounding him once more. But he refused to rush it.
He wasn’t going to take anything for granted. This might be his only night with Natalie, and he was going to make love to her as she deserved.
Kissing down her neck to her chest, he slid down her body, touching her with his hands, lips, and tongue so that his scent was branded on her.
He shifted to one elbow and flattened his palm on her stomach before he caressed to the junction of her thighs. He parted the blond curls and glided his fingers into her.
She moaned, her back arching. His cock jumped, demanding that he take her right then. He held on to his control and closed his eyes as he felt her slick, wet heat.
He pumped his finger slowly within her. Her chest heaved, and her hands clenched the covers. He’d never seen anything so beautiful.
He could still remember the first time he’d brought her to orgasm. It had been a gorgeous sight, but it was nothing compared to the striking woman who lay in his arms now.
He removed his finger from her body and swirled it around her clit. A cry fell from her lips as her legs fell open. He looked up to see her watching him with hooded eyes. Her legs trembled as her nipples hardened beneath his gaze.
She rocked, grinding herself against his hand. He moaned, his balls tightening.
“Owen,” she called breathlessly. “I need you.”
He settled between her legs and grinned. “Not yet, baby.”
Natalie wasn’t able to string a coherent thought together once his tongue touched her. He knew just where to lick to make her cry out and have her hips rocking.
He knew the right amount of pressure to apply to make her shiver. With just a few swipes of that amazing tongue of his, Natalie felt the tightening low in her belly.
The climax rose up, swallowing her quickly. She shouted Owen’s name as her body tensed, then jerked with the force of the orgasm.
She cracked open an eye when she felt the bed dip, and watched as Owen yanked his jeans off. Natalie held out her arms for him, her body still convulsing from such a strong climax.
“I love watching you peak,” he said as he placed a kiss on her nipple.
She smiled at him. God, how she’d missed being in his arms. Even at a young age, Owen had been a good lover. But he’d honed his skills in their years apart.
She pushed at his shoulder as she sat up, rolling him to his back. She straddled him. His smile was sexy, his gaze darkening. As if she would forget one of his favorite positions.
She rose up on her knees and took his cock in hand. Natalie wrapped her fingers around him snugly. Then she stroked his long shaft until he groaned.
As soon as he did, she halted. His eyes narrowed, but one side of his lips was still curved in a grin.
“Tease.”
It was her turn to smile. She guided him to her entrance so that the head of his cock slid inside her. His large hands were suddenly on either side of her hips.
He attempted to push her down, but she refused. She raised a brow then shook her head at him. She was going to do this at her speed, because all too soon, Owen would take over. It’s what she wanted. She craved his dominance in bed, for him to show her he was in control.
But for now, she was all his.
Gradually, she took him deeper inside her. She felt her body stretching for him, and it made her legs shake. When she had taken half of him inside, she straightened until just the tip of him remained.
The only warning she had was a slight tightening of his fingers before his hips rose and he plunged inside her. Her head dropped back as her eyes closed.
He felt so good. She wanted to stop time and relish the moment. Then he began to thrust, and she once more lost all train of thought.
Owen watched her, his desire heightening with each second. Nat’s long, blond hair fell behind her in a thick curtain. Her exposed neck made him itch to kiss and lick it. Her hands were braced behind her on the bed so her breasts were thrust out.
He held her hips still as he plunged deeper. Her soft cries were growing louder with each minute. His gaze lowered to the sight of his cock entering her. It was an erotic picture that nearly tipped him over the edge.
The sight of her breasts bouncing made him groan. He cupped them, tweaking her nipples. That caused her to moan low in her throat.
He’d denied himself any kind of relationship throughout the years, but in his dreams and fantasies, it had always been Natalie. Now that he had her in his bed, he wanted to savor every second.
He flipped her onto her back and rose up over her. His hands were braced on either side of her head. He pulled out then thrust back in, hard and deep.
Her eyes rolled back in her head, and her nails sank into his back. It made him smile. He set a driving tempo that had sweat glistening over their skin in short order.
Their breaths were harsh, their moans loud. Her ankles were locked tightly around his waist. He plunged harder, deeper.
Natalie opened her eyes. He got lost in the green depths as their bodies joined in a dance as old as time. All that he wanted was in his arms. It was never clearer than in that moment how much Natalie was a part of his past, present, and future.
There was no use denying it. He’d done that for long enough. If he didn’t grasp what was before him, he’d end up lonely and alone.
That thought made his heart skip a beat. The idea that the tragedy that brought them together might be the last time he saw her was sobering.
He stopped moving. He touched her face before he kissed her passionately. Her arms came around him, holding him tightly. Only then did he begin to move again.
She tore her lips from his on a cry as he buried himself deep. Their bodies rocked, one sliding against the other. He felt her legs tighten around him and knew she was close to peaking a second time.
He began to plunge in long, hard thrusts that he knew always sent her over the edge. As her cries grew louder, he watched the pleasure cross her face.
As soon as her body tightened around his cock, his orgasm rushed through him. He thrust once more, burying himself deep as his seed emptied inside her.
He gathered her in his arms and rolled to the side with their bodies still joined. He could feel her heart pounding in her chest, matching the wild beat of his own.
With their legs entwined, a bubble of ecstasy surrounded them. The time was theirs. Nothing and no one were going to interrupt them.