Page 19 of Midnight Lessons

Owen smiles, and it’s like a dawn breaking. Standing, he hauls me off the sofa into his arms, and I wrap my legs around his waist.

“Where’s the bedroom?”

“Why? Are you sleepy?” I tease, nibbling his earlobe.

“Sweetheart, not one damn inch of me is sleepy, especially not the inches between my legs,” he says, cupping my ass and grinding his hard cock against me.

My eyes widen. “No. Not sleepy at all.”

I point at the door across the hall, and he strides from the living room. Opening the bedroom door, he tosses me onto the bed and follows me down…

Chapter 7

Owen

Dear God, let me do this right,I silently pray as I toss Willow onto the bed.Let me make this good for her.

I’m not the first inexperienced man to bed a woman. But I don’t care about any of those men. I’m only concerned about myself and my ability to pleasure Low. Because this is something I never dared to hope for—my woman, soft and yielding beneath me, her hands tugging at my clothes.

Our mouths come together in a lush kiss, my tongue caressing hers. I skim my hand up her waist to rest beneath the curve of her plump breast. She lifts closer, a silent plea for my touch. I swallow the fullness in my large hand, and she moans softly into my mouth as my fingersstroke over the fabric of her T-shirt. My fingertips stray over her nipple, teasing it beneath her clothing to a hard point that demands more.

“Fuck, I need you naked,” I grunt, reaching for the hem of her T-shirt and pulling it clumsily over her head.

Her magnificent breasts spill over the top of her lacy black bra, the tight little buds of her nipples straining against the silky material.

Fuck.At this rate, I’ll be lucky to get the tip of my cock inside her before exploding.

I groan, dipping my head and sucking a hard point into my mouth, wetting the material.

“Owen,” Willow gasps, arching her back and pressing more firmly into my mouth.

When I pull back, she quickly unhooks the bra and strips it from her body. Her hands go to her jeans, undoing them and wriggling them over her hips along with her panties. Everything gets stuck halfway, and we laugh as I help her wrangle them over her feet.

Then, I stand and simply look my fill. For all our making out in the past, I never saw my woman naked. We dry-humped with our clothes on like the horny teenagers we were, but I never pressured her for full sex. Somehow, in my idealistic teenage mind, I imagined asking her to marry me before we took that final step. And then I fucked it all up.

I push the thought aside. This is our fresh start. I’m older, wiser, and more in love with her now than I was back then. This is Low. She’s here, real and breathing.

This is the beginning ofeverything.Of forever.

And, fuck, she’s gorgeous. My dreams pale before reality. Fiery hair splayed across the pillow. Green eyes heavy with desire. And, God, that body. Rounded belly. Soft thighs. Her breasts are large and slip sideways off her chest, her nipples pink, begging for my mouth. A neat triangle of hair guards her sex, her glistening folds peeking from beneath.

“I’ve gained some weight since high school. Guess that’s what happens when you own a bakery andhave to taste everything,” she says self-consciously.

“You’re perfect, Low. Fuck, just look at you,” I murmur, my gaze skimming her silky skin. “More beautiful than I ever imagined.”

She smiles, a soft, inviting smile that hits me right in my heart. “Come here and show me.”

My hands go to my T-shirt, and I rip it over my head. My jeans and boxers quickly follow, leaving me as naked as my woman. My eyes stay on Willow’s face the entire time, watching her as her gaze roves eagerly over my shoulders, chest, and arms. It drops lower to my thighs, where my cock curves toward my stomach. Her eyes widen slightly and she licks her lips, moving restlessly on the bed.

Running and gym sessions since my football days have kept me in shape, although I’ve filled out a little since high school. Seeing Willow’s ravenous look makes my heart pound and my cock ache. My woman likes what she sees, and the desire in her eyes stokes mine.

I love having her eyes on me, so I stretch a little and flex the muscles of my arms and back. Her eyes widen in appreciation, and I struggle to resist the urge to pose even more.

“My woman isn’t shy,” I say huskily as her avid gaze rests on my cock, not with fear but with curiosity and excitement.

“Not with you,” she answers, dragging her gaze back to my face. “We’ve spent too long in the shadows of the past. Now I want everything in the light.”

My heart leaps along with my cock. I won’t keep us waiting any longer. I prowl toward her, every muscle tight with wanting, my pulse hammering.

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