Chapter 12 Owen
S he tastes like wedding cake and champagne and she’s kissing me like I’m the missing piece of a puzzle.
We stumble backwards, falling on the bed with my arm softening our landing. Our lips part and her tongue finds mine again, and again. I have to suppress a groan because everything about this woman is mesmerizing, even in the dark.
Flipping her onto her back, we both scramble to remove my jacket and tie while trying to keep as many points of contact as possible. I’m already missing the feeling of her curves pressed against me as she untucks my shirt. Truly, I’ve never hated buttons more than I do at this very moment. I get the top few undone and stand up to pull it over my head, ready to fall forward and get lost in her kiss again, but the sight below me makes me pause.
“God, you’re amazing,” I say quietly, wishing the lights were on so I could see how she flushes when she’s been kissed like this. Her eyes sparkle and her hair is disheveled, and I kneel on the ground in front of her. I’m so tempted to return where my lips could be on hers again, finding this position a little complicated because I’m so hard right now, but being able to drink in this sight a little longer is too much to resist. The only sounds now are our breaths as we try to catch them.
She props herself on her elbows to watch as my fingers run down the back of her soft calves, raising her foot so her heel is pressed into my bare chest. My eyes follow my motions as I undo the small buckle and remove one, taking care to lower her foot back where it was. When I finish removing both heels, I look back at her face and the hunger in her gaze matches my own.
My hands glide up her legs, gently lifting the hem of her dress.
“Is this–”
“It’s okay,” she says a little breathlessly, driving me more wild and lifting her hips. It takes all I have to lock my gaze with her because I want to see every inch of her that’s being exposed, but she has me utterly captivated. When she sits up so I can tug the dress over her head, her perfume hits me again. Poppies. Something about that is so endearing, yet sexy.
Once she’s free of her dress, I shake it out and drape it over the chair in the corner of the room along with my jacket and shirt in case we’re heading back to the reception tonight. Not everyone needs to know exactly what we’re up to. When I turn around, she has one eyebrow raised at me.
“Are you keeping those on too?” She looks pointedly at my pants.
With one hand, I pop the buckle of my belt and pull it out of the loops in one tug. Trying to not seem overly presumptuous, I toss my wallet on the bedside table. She takes a sharp breath, watching my every move while I remove my pants and socks. She backs up and repositions herself on the bed so she’s in the center, allowing me to crawl over her and take my time looking at the way her black panties contrast against her tan skin. When my face is over her matching bra, I dip my head low to kiss her from her cleavage up to her neck until her fingers are in my hair, locking me in place right behind her ear.
The sounds she’s trying so hard to stifle are driving me crazy. As my lips find hers again, my fingers slip underneath the bottom of her bra and she gasps when I find her nipple, pebbled already.
Finally, I settle over her only to have her lock me in place when she wraps her legs around my waist. Not that I’d ever complain about it, especially when I rock against her for the first time, my aching dick twitches and she moans, slapping a hand over her mouth.
“Do you think you can stay quiet for me?” I whisper into her ear, freeing my fingers and trailing them lightly down her stomach.
She nods vigorously in reply.
“Are you sure?” I ask, my voice dropping even deeper than usual as she loosens the grip her legs have on me so I have better access.
“I’m sure,” she whimpers. “Please.”
That word is my undoing.
My hand skates over her underwear and pulls it to the side, my fingers finding her soaked already as I sink one deep into her.
“Jesus, you feel absolutely amazing,” I say before kissing her hard, showing her just how much she affects me. Something in me wants to taste her, but right now she’s got me anchored against her with her nails close to leaving marks on my back.
Her moan vibrates all the way from the lip I’m nibbling on down to her core when I circle her clit, making my body tingle with anticipation. Every breath gets more labored as she quickly climbs closer to her release. My fingers move faster and she tenses so I pull back and watch her for a moment as her mouth falls open silently.
Then she tugs my mouth to hers as she unravels, effectively muffling the sounds of her pleasure. I swallow each one down while she rides out wave after wave until her lips smile against mine and she lets out a sigh.
Rolling onto my back, I tuck her against me, her arm falling across my chest and her head tucking into my shoulder as if we’ve been doing this for years.
I’m content to just hold her and stay here. But after only a minute or so, her fingers wander over my chest.
“I’m trying to be a gentleman and you’re not making it easy right now,” I say, my voice strained because her hand moves lower.
“Who said I wanted a gentleman tonight?” she asks.
“You’ll have to be more specific with what you’d like then.”
A confident smirk appears and she pushes herself to a seated position. “Does your wallet happen to have protection inside?”
“It might.”
“Perfect.”