Chapter Twenty-One #2
“Do you touch yourself when you’re in my bed, Kira? Tell me. I’ve been thinking about you in my bedroom all week.”
I smiled and nodded.
Owen groaned. “Do you know how hot that is? You’re going to be the death of me.”
He pulled the strap of my negligee down my arm, exposing more of my breast but leaving the nipple covered. His knuckles rubbed against it over the satin fabric, then he pinched it, drawing a ragged moan from me.
“I’ve been thinking about you when I get myself off in the shower. All fucking week, Kira. Do you know how hard I’ve been? All. Fucking. Week.”
I immediately pictured Owen in the shower, his hand pumping his cock while he leaned against the tiled wall, water streaming over his hard muscles. Thinking of me. Groaning with pleasure.
“Owen,” I breathed, rubbing my legs together.
He chuckled. “Like that image? I’ll show you for real soon. But right now…” His fingers dipped under the fabric to cup my breast. He let out a satisfied sigh as he lifted the weight of it, pinching and rolling the nipple.
“You’re so beautiful, Kira. Do you know that? So fucking beautiful. Sometimes, I can hardly believe…”
“What?” I managed to gasp as his hand travelled to my other breast to lavish it with the same attention.
“That this is real. That you chose me.”
Of course I chose him. What woman wouldn’t? How did he not understand how incredible he was, how thoughtful, how sexy, how—
I almost came off the bed as he took my nipple in his mouth and suckled.
I turned onto my back giving Owen better access, and he growled his approval, pushing the negligee off my other breast and palming it as well. His legs continued to pin my lower half, and he was half on top of me now, his rock-hard, very naked cock pushing into my hip.
I ran my hands through his hair, shifting restlessly underneath him. I was going to die if he didn’t touch the heat of me soon.
“You have the most perfect breasts, did you know that? I could spend all day right here.”
That was fine with me except…
“Owen,” I moaned, tugging at his hair. “I need…now!”
He chuckled but it sounded strained. “I know. But you told me to go slow. So, I’m going slow. Stop me whenever you want.”
“Fuck slow.”
He laughed again, a low husky sound. “As you wish,” he said, kissing a path down my stomach. He pushed the satin fabric up my hip but then paused.
“You’re not wearing underwear?” His voice sounded strangled.
I smiled in wicked delight. “Nope.”
Owen growled low in his throat as he shifted to kneel between my legs.
He ran his hands up my thighs, pushing the fabric up so I was bare to him at last. He stared for a moment, his expression somewhere between reverence and raw possession, before finally circling and pressing on my clit with his thumb.
“God, Kira. You’re so wet for me already.”
“You do this to me,” I said as I arched into him. I needed more pressure.
“Touch yourself, Kira,” Owen commanded. “Show me what you like.”
I slid my fingers down my belly and did what I was told.
“Fuck, that’s hot,” Owen breathed, staring hard at my fingers. “My turn.”
His hand took the place of my own, stroking, circling, and rubbing.
I cried out his name, spiralling higher and higher, heat flaring across my skin.
When he slipped two fingers between my slick folds, pumping them in and out in deep glides, I shattered into a million pieces, every nerve on fire, as wave after wave of pleasure coursed though me.
Owen stayed with me through all of it, then claimed my mouth in a hard kiss as I continued to shudder.
Eventually, I came back down and opened my eyes to see Owen’s heated gaze intent on my face.
“Tell me to stop. Just one word, and that’ll be it for now. I promise.”
I smiled tenderly at this amazing man, laying my hand against his cheek. He leaned into my caress and kissed my palm, his eyes closing.
“Stop,” I said. “That was perfectly slow.” He immediately nodded and started tucking me against his chest, but I held up my hand.
“But I’m not done with you,” I said, grinning and pushing against his chest to roll him onto his back. He let me do it, his eyes wide with surprise.
“Kira, you don’t have to.”
“Shhh…I want to. Remember, I’ve been touching myself all week, too, and who do you think I’ve been imagining?”
I turned my attention to his impressive chest, taking time to run my fingers up the corded muscles of his arms, along the hard ridges of his pecs and abs, and over his nipples.
“You’re killing me, woman.” He fisted the sheets, and a thrill raced through me at the power I had over this amazing man. He was all mine, and I intended to torture him just as slowly and delightfully as he had me.
Except I wasn’t nearly as patient as Owen.
The object of all my recent fantasies, the hot, hard length of him, jutted toward me, straining, and I ran my hand over it, feeling its impressive weight and girth.
Owen jerked.
“Be good,” I teased, throwing a leg over his lower half, pressing my wet core against his hip. Owen’s eyes closed. But he quickly opened them again to watch me, like he couldn’t decide what he wanted more.
The silky, hard feel of him in my hands was almost enough to make me want to straddle him and take him inside me, but it was still too soon. We had time. Instead, before I could second-guess myself, I dipped my head and ran my tongue up his entire length, from root to tip.
Owen shouted, his hips coming off the mattress, his hand reaching for my head as I started sucking him. Threading his fingers through my hair, he held me against him as he pumped into my mouth.
“Fuck, Kira,” he gasped, and I renewed my efforts, craving his moans and the sound of my name on his lips.
I finished him with my hand, pumping him long and hard as I cradled his balls.
He groaned and came with such force that his upper body lifted off the bed.
He had barely finished shuddering when he dragged me up the length of his body and captured my lips in a searing kiss, his tongue stroking my own.
When he finally drew back, I was slick with desire and senseless to everything around me except the exquisite feeling of him holding me.
We stared into each other’s eyes while we caught our breaths.
“That was…”
“Yeah…”
“You’re sure you’re okay that we didn’t…”
“Absolutely.” He brushed a lock of hair off my face and pulled the straps of my negligee up my shoulders. “That was extraordinary. I’ll wait as long as you want. But hell, even if we only ever did that, I’d be a happy man.”
I laughed, more satisfied with his answer than he would ever know. He tucked me into his side and pulled the covers over us, kissing the top of my head.
“How long do you think you want to wait?” he asked after a few minutes. “Just curious. No pressure.”
I smiled against his shoulder and hugged him tighter. “You’ll just have to stick around to find out.”
“Oh, I intend to,” he assured me, trailing his fingers along my arm. “But I like timelines. So I can plan.”
“Plan?”
“Yes.”
“This falls under the first part of your motto, doesn’t it?”
“My motto?”
“‘Prepare, Anticipate, Protect,’ the motto above the reception desk in your office.”
“Oh, yes.” I could hear the smile in his voice. “Preparation is key.”
“So is anticipation. Lots of anticipation,” I teased.
“But not too much.” I almost laughed at the worry in his voice.
“I wonder where the protect part comes into play for us? In the bedroom, I mean.”
“That’s easy. I’ll always protect you, Kira.” All teasing disappeared from his voice. He tilted my chin up. “I’ll protect your body with my own, but I’ll also protect your heart. Always. That’s why you have complete control here. You say ‘stop,’ we’ll stop. You say ‘more,’ I’m happy to deliver.”
A tear slipped down my cheek, and he captured it with his thumb.
“Why the tears?”
“Just happy,” I whispered.
And I was happy, but I was also terrified for Owen’s safety. I had no idea what horrors we might face, no idea where my dark powers would lead, but I did know one thing with absolute certainty: If anyone or anything dared to threaten this incredible man, they would have to go through me.