29. Owen
Owen
This was my moment. She was here.
Every day since we’d left Boston had been torture. Keeping my hands to myself made me twitchy and angry.
What I felt for Lila was complicated and messy, sure, but the intensity couldn’t be denied.
I adored her. And I’d do anything to make her happy.
Correction. I’d do everything. Starting right now. These opportunities didn’t come around too often, so I’d do all I could to convince her that we could do this for real.
I leaned down and took her mouth gently, letting the feel of her kiss course through my veins.
This.
This was what I had been missing.
And now I had a chance to help her understand. To make her mine.
I threaded my fingers through her hair, cradling her head, and dove in again, more aggressively this time. My body lit up as she matched my intensity. The air around us crackled with electricity, and the connection strengthened and grew. How did we ever think we could deny this?
She was just as energized as I was, grabbing at my shirt and pulling me closer.
There wasn’t enough time. There never was. And there were so many reasons to stop.
But I couldn’t.
Not when she’d shown up here, looking so vulnerable and needy.
I’d give Lila anything she wanted.
And by the way she was pawing at my belt, it was clear what she wanted. “Owen.” She gasped. “Bedroom.”
I threw her over my shoulder and jogged to the bedroom, ignoring the shoes that slipped from her feet as we went.
I laid her down on the bed, then stripped my shirt off quickly.
“Fuck. That was so hot,” she said, sitting up on her elbows. “You can throw me around anytime you want.”
I winked. If she liked my inner caveman so much, I’d have to let him out a little more often.
Angling over her, I tugged at the waistband of her leggings, and she lifted her hips and allowed me to ease them down.
“Shit.” I exhaled as I tossed them over my shoulder. “No panties?”
She shrugged. “They get in the way.”
“Spread for me,” I commanded, a bit louder than I had anticipated. I could barely contain myself, so modulating my tone of voice was probably not in the cards.
But her eyes flared in excitement in response, and without looking away, she obeyed.
I stood back, studying every inch of her body, spread out for me to consume.
Creamy skin, gorgeous curves, and rosy pink nipples.
And that pussy. So sweet and warm and wet. And mine.
“Please, Owen,” she begged. “I need to feel you inside me.”
God, was there anything sexier? My cock strained as I considered exactly what I wanted to do to her.
But then my heart stuttered and all coherent thought left me. Because she’d slid her hand down her torso, and now she was gliding those fingers over her clit.
“Can’t wait for me?” I growled, barely able to stop myself from mauling her.
She shook her head. “I’m already so wet. Please.”
I stood, slack-jawed and vision blurring, as she fingered herself in front of me.
All my careful plans went to hell the minute she sank her fingers inside her wetness. Yup, talk about caveman brain. All I could think about was getting inside her.
Practically vibrating, I pulled out the box of condoms I’d optimistically bought after returning home from our Boston trip and shucked my pants.
Once I’d sheathed myself, I kissed my way up her body. Then I captured her mouth and lined myself up.
“Yes,” she cried as I sank inside her, slowly savoring her heat. This was so much better than I remembered, and I’d spent a lot of time remembering those nights together.
Every thrust was better than the last.
With her head tossed back, she spread wider, taking me deeper, and I swore I was losing my mind.
“You feel incredible,” I gasped. Damn, I wasn’t sure I’d last. “You’re so perfect. Like you were made for me.”
“What if I was?” She gasped. “Made for you?”
Fuck. Those words just about did me in. I gritted my teeth, holding tight to the last vestiges of my control.
Withdrawing, I shifted back and kneeled, then lifted her legs onto my shoulders.
When she focused those hooded eyes on me, lightning surged through my veins.
“Just like that.” I pushed inside her, reveling in the tight fit and the way she cried out. “Fuck, you’re so tight.”
Using her legs as leverage, I focused on deep, hard strokes, keeping an even pace to make this incredible feeling last.
“Tell me you thought about it,” I said, bottoming out and loving the total control I had over her body. “Tell me you thought about how good it was when I fucked you.”
She writhed underneath me, clinging to my forearms. “Yes. I thought about it all the time. No one has ever made me feel this good.”
Fuck, my ego might never recover.
“Good. Because no one ever will. You’re mine now.” I grunted. “This pussy, it’s mine.”
I was going hard now, pounding into her so violently those glorious tits shook with every thrust.
“Say it,” I demanded.
“I’m yours,” she cried, digging her fingers into my arms. “Please, I’m close.”
“You wanted to make me watch before.” I hissed. “So rub your clit while I fuck you. I wanna watch you come.”
With her teeth pressed into her lip so hard I worried she’d draw blood, she nodded and slid one hand down to where we were joined and rubbed slow circles around her clit. Instantly, she tightened up around me, making me see goddamn stars.
“That’s it,” I encouraged through gritted teeth. “Give me a good show.”
She was laid out in front of me, totally powerless and chasing her pleasure. I wasn’t sure I’d ever recover from this.
“Good girl. You’re so tight. I’ve been dreaming of feeling you come all over my cock again.”
As her muscles began to clench, I unleashed, thrusting hard and fast.
“Yes,” she cried, trembling and arching her back. One hand still rubbed her clit while the other pinched her nipple.
I couldn’t take my eyes off her as she rode out her orgasm. She was so beautiful and so damn sexy and 100 percent made for me. There was no other explanation for the intensity of these feelings.
I’d spent decades living a careful, controlled life. Being strategic and always planning ahead. But this woman had taken all of my careful constraint, my strategy, and patience, and she’d ripped it all to shreds.
With her, I was reduced to nothing but a beating heart.
And I wouldn’t want it any other way.