7. Everly
7
EVERLY
“No.”
The forceful denial might damn us both, but I don’t care. If I’m going to hell, I want it to be in his arms. Because the way I’m burning up inside, I think I’m already there.
I step forward, out of the warm spray and tug on his t-shirt. He’s still dressed in his cold, wet clothes because he was determined to take care of me first. That’s the kind of selfless man he is.
He lets me help him out of the t-shirt and I run my hands along his broad chest. Like me, his nipples are hard points. I press a kiss to one before I find myself backed against the shower wall. “No, sweetheart. I don’t get mine until you get yours.”
He presses kisses to the side of my throat, nipping at the place where my neck and shoulder meet. “You turn me the fuck on, Goldilocks. You didn’t know that when you stumbled in here. You didn’t know the big bad wolf was going to touch your pretty pussy, did you?”
I whimper at his dirty words and clench my thighs together. The aching need is growing there. I just wish my body could catch on.
His hand skims down the side of my breast and across my lumpy stomach. He caresses the skin there, not caring or noticing the cellulite and stretchmarks. But when he touches the place between my legs, I push against his shoulder. “Don’t.”
He stops and brings his other hand up to cup my cheek. There’s not just sadness in his gaze, there’s longing too. “You do have some self-preservation instincts after all. Good girl.”
I hate the way he thinks he’s a monster who’s unworthy of me so I force myself to explain, “I’m not...I can’t…getting wet is really hard for me. It hurts to be touched down there so I’ve never uh, gone all the way.”
Pain flickers across his features. “I’m sorry. That has to be really uncomfortable.”
I lick my lips. At least, he didn’t make fun of me. “I can still make this good for you. There are other things we can do. I promise I’m not frigid.”
“Who called you that, lamb?” There’s no mistaking the anger in his voice.
I don’t answer, not wanting to relive the night of my prom. It was embarrassing enough without telling the hot mountain man about it.
“You listen to me,” he says, still cupping my cheek. “You were with a boy who was heavily influenced by internet porn and his friends. Both of which told him that your ability to get wet was a direct reflection of his sexual prowess. So, his ego took a fuckin’ hit and he put that shit on you.”
“It doesn’t matter. I can’t get wet by myself either.” I swallow, my throat hurting. I wish this were easy for me. I wish I didn’t have to have this conversation with Owen who is incredibly hot.
“That’s not a problem,” he quickly reassures. “I have lube and I’ll take my time, go as slow as you need.”
I blink, surprised and relieved that he isn’t making this into a really big deal. I should have known better though. Owen might be grumpy, but he loves taking care of me. “Just like that?”
He tucks a strand of hair behind my ear, his eyes blazing with sincerity. “You deserve amazing sex that feels good to you.”
He leaves the shower and when he returns a moment later, he has a large bottle of personal lubricant that he sets on the shower shelf next to his shampoo. My heart sinks as I realize he’s had the lube for a while.
He catches the look on my face and says, “I use it to loosen stuck nuts and bolts.”
“Have you had a lot of stuck nuts and bolts over for the night?” I’m trying to keep my tone neutral, trying not to let him know how this simple thing is making me seethe.
“The last time I was with a woman was about a decade ago. I’m a complete asshole and can’t recall any of the names or faces of the women I’ve slept with. It was just meaningless sex whenever I was on leave.”
He chuckles and steps closer, crowding me again. “Damn, it turns me on to see the jealousy on your face right now. It’s fuckin’ adorable.”
I like the way he pins me against the shower wall with just his body. His bulge is pressing into my stomach through the wet material of his jeans.
Owen watches me shiver then seems to realize he’s the reason. He’s steps back from me and tugs on his jeans. He slowly peels the last piece of clothing from his body, and I’m greeted with the sight of him completely naked.
My eyes drink him in, appreciating the trail of hair leading down to his thick cock. Holy shit, even allowing for shrinkage because of the cold, he’s still huge. Massive, really. Just like the rest of him. “Your body is beautiful.”
His mouth does that one sided smile. “No, I’m a soldier. But your body is fuckin’ gorgeous.” He wraps his big hands around my hips. “Love these honey curves. Gonna hang onto them while I fuck you raw.”
My mouth goes dry. “I want that.”
He groans. “Of course you do. You’ll let me lead you right into hell and you won’t complain about the flames for a minute, my innocent lamb.”
Before I can respond, his lips are over mine. His kiss is harsh and possessive. His tongue begins a relentless exploration of my lips until I’m opening to him. He sweeps into my mouth, stroking his tongue against mine and nipping at my lower lip.
I twine my arms around his neck, needing him closer.
He growls and slides his hands to my ass. He takes a round globe in each hand and lifts me up.
Instinctively, I wrap my legs around his hips. His erection brushes against my pussy lips. I experiment with a grind against him.
“Wait,” his voice is strangled as he breaks the kiss. He walks backward to the shower bench and sets me down on it, dropping to his knees in front of me. “Let’s get you comfortable first.”
He reaches for the lube bottle, and I expect him to pass it to me. But he doesn’t. He squirts a generous amount into his palm then uses his thick fingers to part my folds. I should probably feel embarrassed right now, but I don’t. Because it’s so damn erotic to watch my mountain man touching my most intimate place as he spreads the moist jelly onto my skin.
“You smell like heaven. Tell me how this feels.” He leans forward to lick me.
Instead of the normal sandpaper sensation, there’s only tingling. A very new and exciting tingling. I’ve never had someone go down on me before. I clamp my thighs together around his head, sealing him there.
He pushes my knees apart and looks up at me with a grin on his glistening face. “This is your show. Teach me what your body likes. Tell me what feels good and if it gets uncomfortable or hurts, tell me that too. I’m here for your pleasure.”
His words help me relax and I run my hand through his short, blonde hair. “What you did just now felt really good.”
He looks relieved and it makes me realize he was worried about hurting me. For some reason, the knowledge fills me with happiness. “I could get used to eating your sweet pussy day and night.”
Before I can respond to his crass words, Owen wedges his shoulders between my knees, forcing my body to open to him. He presses kisses to the inside of my thigh and right before he gets to my center, he switches to kiss the other side too.
He’s muttering something under his breath. It sounds like he’s whispering the word “mine” over and over again with each touch of his lips.
By the time he finally presses his lips to my mound, I’m so sensitive from the anticipation that I startle. But the motion doesn’t bother Owen. He wraps his hands around my hips, trapping me in my seat.
Not that I’m complaining. I love the way he’s so big and strong that he can hold me down. For a moment, I wonder what it would be like if he held me down in his bed. I imagine struggling against his strong body just as he licks my folds.
I cry out and try to move my hips, desperately wanting to get closer to his tongue. But his hold is too firm. He’s positioned my body so I can’t respond. I can only take what he gives me and oh, what he gives me. Wave after wave of pleasure crashes over me until I’m being consumed in a sea of bliss, pulled under a current I never expected to find.
“Please, please, I need…” I’m not even sure what I’m asking for. I know that I need Owen to give me something.
His finger finds my entrance but there’s no pain. There’s only pleasure as he adds a second finger and begins pumping in and out of me. The feeling of fullness is so right that I could sob. This is what I’ve been missing. This is what I’ve been craving—my mountain man filling me, demanding I take the pleasure he’s intent on giving me.
“I can’t…” I gasp as his fingers find the magic spot that I’ve heard about so many times. I thought it was a myth but no, it’s definitely real. Very real.
Just when I think the pleasure can’t get any better, he stops licking my center and instead directs his attention to my clit. He sucks the swollen little bud into his mouth and hums. The soft vibration sends me over the edge, and pleasure explodes across every nerve ending in my body.
I’m floating and flying at the same time. It would be scary except Owen is my anchor and my true north. Somehow in the space of two days, this man has become my entire world and I don’t ever want to leave his cozy cabin.