Chapter 9
Chapter Nine
Ivy
Owen steps into the shower, and I feel suddenly shy again.
It’s been so long since I’ve been naked with a man, I don’t know what to do. My hands hang limply at my sides, and my gaze darts around, looking everywhere but at him.
Owen’s shower is straight out of a luxury resort. There are two shower heads, multiple spigots shooting hot water out of the walls, and heated tiles under our feet. The bathroom is immaculate just like the rest of his house.
I study the wall directly behind his shoulder, distracting myself from my awkwardness by admiring the intricate pattern of the tile.
“I like your shower,” I say.
He reaches for my hands. Our fingers intertwine, and my heart leaps. My gaze slides away from the tile and locks with his. Those big blue eyes of his ground me, pulling me back to the present. To him.
I step closer. Our bodies brush. My knees go weak, and a wonderful buzzing sensation lights me up from the inside.
Where nerves had been only moments before, now there is nothing but curiosity and desire.
His hands trail up my arms, leaving shivers along my skin. “You look really good in glitter.”
A smile teases my mouth. “You don’t look so bad yourself.”
We’re both covered in the sparkly stuff, and Owen has a few stickers in his hair. Guilty mom confession: making out with Owen is the most fun I’ve ever had with arts and crafts.
He cups my shoulders, firmly guiding me under the warm spray. “It’s almost a shame to wash it off.”
The water runs down my back, soothing my tired muscles.
I close my eyes and lean back as Owen runs his hands through my hair.
His strong fingers knead my scalp, then his warm lips are on my neck.
His tongue traces a path to my ear, and he licks the sensitive lobe before teasing it between his teeth.
A bolt of lust strikes deep in my belly, spreading lower until I’m pulsing with need.
I touch him greedily. Hands sliding over his warm, wet skin, I delight in the hard muscle flexing beneath my touch. He shivers as I run my hand up the fine, soft hair on his upper chest. My fingernails scrape over the flat nipples, coaxing them into tiny pebbles.
He moans into my ear, his tongue tracing the outer shell. “That’s good.”
The whispery rasp of his voice turns my insides to jelly. I want to hear him moan my name in that sandpaper voice. I want to make him lose every bit of his tightly leashed control.
My hand slides across his chest, down his lean belly. I trail my fingertips down the thickening hair below his waist, brushing gently over the head of his swollen cock.
He sucks in a breath, holding very still as I circle my fingers around his length. I tighten my grip and glide my hand down the hard steel of his cock.
And there it is—the sound of my name ripped from his mouth in a hungry growl.
Desire awakens inside me like a dangerous beast. I’m bold now, my hands slippery but sure. I can feel his control stretching thin as I stroke him. Every tug, every squeeze bringing him closer to surrender.
With a muffled curse, Owen captures my hand and drags it back up his body, hooking it around his neck. “You’re driving me crazy.”
A smile spreads over my mouth as I reach for him again. “I have another hand.”
His groan sounds again as I take what I want. And then his lips find mine. He kisses me deeply, dragging me under his spell. His tongue sweeps into my mouth, and his hand moves down my body.
I’m throbbing by the time his fingers slip over my clit. And when his thumb presses right where I need it, I cry out. He swallows my plea for more with a searing kiss. His tongue plunges into my mouth as his fingers thrust inside me.
The rhythm is slow and deep, his tongue and his fingers on the same melody as he plays me to perfection.
My heart pounds hard and fast as his fingers take me to the brink of ecstasy. Then, suddenly he stops.
I blink in surprise and disappointment as he reaches behind me and shuts off the water.
“We didn’t get clean,” I say, shivering in the chilly air.
He hushes me with another searing kiss and cinches my body to his. Gripping my thighs, he lifts me into his arms and carries me out of the shower.
“We can get clean later,” he says.
We’re soaking wet as we land on his bed in a tangle of arms and legs. His warm mouth chases away the cold, and in a matter of minutes, we’re so hot, a sheen of sweat breaks out on our skin.
He kisses me all over, burying his tongue inside me, teasing and tasting every sensitive spot until I wrap my legs and arms around him, demanding he give me more.
More. More.
I don’t realize I’m saying it out loud until I hear feel the rumble of his laugh against my chest.
“You don’t have to beg,” he says, rolling off me. “I want it, too.”
He’s gone for a moment, and I hear the creaking of a drawer. Then, he’s back and covering me with kisses again. He presses the plastic-wrapped square in my hand, leaving the control in my hands.
Our gazes meet, and I know he would stop if I wanted him too. There’s something in his gaze that heats me from all the way to the roots of my hair.
I want him more than I’ve ever wanted anyone in my life.
I tear the package open. The sound is deafening in the sudden silence.
He takes the condom from me and rolls it on, never tearing his gaze away.
And then he slides inside me. We’re joined. Finally .
He sinks into me as if finding home, and my hips rise to meet his, matching each thrust with my own demands.
I moan his name. He whispers mine. Our voices intertwine as our bodies move together.
The smell of sweat and sex mingles with the scent of the sea that drifts in through the open window. A cool breeze slides over our heated bodies.
Hard and fast, we drive each other to the point of no return. Under my caress, Owen loses the tight grip on his control. His voice is an unrecognizable groan when he lets go and buries his head in the crook of my shoulder.
His raw noises of pleasure in my ear unleash a rush inside me. I’ve never felt so safe and so wild at the same time.
It doesn’t occur to me until I’m drifting off to sleep in his embrace to wonder why he has condoms at the ready in his nightstand.