Total pages in book: 244
Estimated words: 236705 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1184(@200wpm)___ 947(@250wpm)___ 789(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 236705 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1184(@200wpm)___ 947(@250wpm)___ 789(@300wpm)
“Whoa! Who knew the publicist for the baseball team could catch too?” I say, then join him on the mattress.
“Yes, such critical skills,” he says drily, then sits, and removes his glasses. He sets them on the nightstand with the condom and lube, then reaches for me once more, and brings me close. His tone is no longer playful. It’s vulnerable. “Kiss me again.”
“I knew you’d like kissing. Called it, didn’t I?” I ask, kissing him as I straddle his waist. We’re both still clothed—and I can’t wait to change that. But I also want to take my sweet time in bed with Owen.
“How could you tell?” he asks as he brushes his lips over mine.
I kiss Owen back lightly, then run my nose along his neck. He smells like chlorine from the hot tub, and I don’t mind at all, since it’s mingled with all his Owen-ness. “You give off these very sensual, soulful vibes,” I say. I kiss his neck, working my way up to his ear.
“I do?” he asks, a little breathless as his hands curl around my hips, anchoring me in place.
“Mmm. You sure do,” I whisper, and I bite his earlobe, then travel back to his jaw, his chin, his lips. “It’s like a cologne. Eau de Slow and Sensual Fucking.”
He laughs, then moans, arching his hips, seeking contact. “I want it like that tonight.”
I press down, grinding against his erection. “Yes,” I murmur. “That’s what I mean. You’re soooo . . . open.”
Owen gives a soft smile.
“Tell me what else you’re into,” I say, my gaze pinned on the man under me.
He takes a beat before he speaks, his eyes flashing with vulnerability. “You.”
And that answer rocks my world. Grabs my heart. “Same,” I murmur, then brush a kiss to his lips because . . . how could I not kiss him after that?
When I break the kiss, I reach for his wrists, circle my hands around them, then pin them over his head, pushing them into the pillows. Stretching his neck, Owen moans roughly.
“You’re into that, aren’t you? Me pinning you in place?” I ask.
“Sometimes,” he says, with a shuddery breath. I push his wrists harder into the pillows.
His reactions make my body twitch with pleasure. I want to draw out more joy from him, more bliss, and I’m pretty sure I know how—Owen likes it when I tell him what I want to do to him. Oh yes. I’ve got my friend’s number in bed, and I am going to dial it hard. “Think you’d want me to tie you up sometime?”
Owen’s full, sensual lips part on a filthy yes. His eyes lock with mine. I let go of his wrists and skim my fingers down his arms. Goose bumps seem to roll over him. He writhes under me, gasping, panting.
“I would love to spend all night turning you on,” I say in a filthy bedroom promise as I grab Owen’s hips, flip him to his stomach, then cover his body with mine. He lifts his ass, letting me know he wants this, and I let him know what I want too.
To have him.
I sit up with him still trapped under me. Owen turns his face to me, watching as I roam my hands down his back, groaning my appreciation. “This back,” I growl. “This is what I was thinking about in the store.”
“What exactly did you want to do to my back?” he asks with a dirty grin. “Come all over it?”
“Yes, that. You dirty man. Of course I want that.” I drag a hand down the length of his spine, admiring the sinews, the muscles, as a wave of lust slams into me. “But I also want my hands all over your back. Want to hold you down as I fuck you.”
“Want that too. To be under you. Feel you fucking me,” he murmurs, moving beneath me, our rhythm in synch.
I curl a hand over his shoulder, grip him possessively, and grind my hard-on against the most fuckable ass. “Trap you under me. Hold you in place. Make you come so hard.” I lower my chest to him again, then bury my face in the crook of his neck. “Do you want that?”
“Want it now,” he says in a low rumble.
I grab him, flip his big frame back over, then set to work on getting him naked.
Doesn’t take long at all, and in seconds, we’re both in nothing.
Owen’s thick cock stands at attention, a glistening drop of liquid at the head like a carnal invitation. Wrapping a hand around his cock, he offers it to me. My mouth waters, and I am consumed with need.
Pleasure hammers through my body, so powerful it’s also painful. But it’s a good pain. It’s exquisite torture as I swipe my thumb along the head of his shaft, then I give him a show, sucking off his taste with long, deliberate licks as he watches me.