Page 63 of Staying for You

He keeps at me, even when I lose the effort of keeping my arms above us and my hand once again finds his head and my hips swivel in a circle, grinding against his mouth and he moans. The vibration going through my core and I cry out, “Owen!”

When his thumb joins the party, I don’t hold back. It comes at me in waves and bless him, he rides out every single one right along with me. Licking me and using that magic thumb at my clit to send me over the edge.

And then I’m up, my leg no longer on his shoulder and my feet no longer on the floor.

My back hits the mattress as I’m still trying to catch my breath, eyes to the ceiling until I notice movement to my left. Not wanting to miss the joy of seeing Owen undress, I turn toward him just in time to see him pull his t-shirt over his head and strip out of his lounge pants. I had a feeling he was going commando under those pants — and maybe it’s a good thing I didn’t know for sure or we would have never talked or made dinner or relaxed in front of the fire.

I’m completely sated, but that doesn’t mean I’m anywhere near done. I’m so ready to feel him inside me and by what I’m seeing, he’s ready for the same thing.

My eyes are trained on his hardness and my breathing grows heavy. “You’re beautiful.”

“Never been told that before.”

“It’s true.”

“I’ll take your word for it.” He winks and I almost melt into a puddle. “Last chance, Cami.” He picks up my feet and removes my fuzzy socks. I didn’t even realize I was still wearing them.How embarrassing.

“Didn’t like those?”

“Oh, they’re adorable. But I figure it’s only fair if you’re completely naked, too.”

Once they’re removed, he climbs over me, kissing his way across my stomach before his arms are cradling my head and he’s looking down at me.

“Not changing my mind, Owen. I want this. I need this. Please,” I beg.

And then I feel the tip of him against my center and my knees are dropping to the sides, opening myself up to him and making room. I grip his sides and he bends low, taking my mouth captive as he slowly begins to enter me. We moan together as he moves, torturing us both in such a delicious way.

I want him inside but I also want him to take his time.

“Ready?” he asks, his face is strained, as if he’s holding back.

We can’t have that, though.

“Get on with it, Owen. I’m not a delicate flower. Just do it already.”

And he does.

He plunges inside until he’s completely seated. He moves, swiftly and rough and hard. The sounds of us filling the air in his bedroom, making it that much sexier.

I whimper when he reaches down and throws both of my legs over his shoulders, my hips rising up off the mattress. I wrap my hands around his sexy as hell, muscle-bulging biceps and he keeps his planted on my hips, his thumbs digging into the soft flesh and holy crap, if I thought we had something before this is unbelievable.

My head digs into the bed and I feel myself soaring once again. I start breathing hard and he’s grunting, whispering, “Cami.” My name on his lips sends me once again over the edge. His eyes are on me and he bends low, kisses me to swallow my orgasm. It’s barely left me before he flips me over, lifts my hips again, and positions me so I’m on my hands and knees and then he’s slamming inside.

Face turned to the side, my cheek planted against the mattress, his hand between my shoulder blades, hips thrusting. Our skin slaps against each other and our breaths are heavy.

“You got another one for me?” he grunts and I do. I just can’t voice it right now because I’m in the middle of flying again.

He reaches around us and finds my clit and that’s all it takes. I’m gone and he’s following me and the only thing that I don’t like about it is that he’s behind me and I can’t see his face. But it doesn’t matter. Not right now. Because this is something that we’ll be repeating. And often.

And the day that I have to say goodbye to The Escape and Owen I’ll do it reminding myself that this was only temporary.

Chapter Nineteen

Owen

The sun filtersthrough the window and I smile. Cami’s naked body is curled up, back facing me, not touching but still close. Her hair is covering her face and she’s snoring lightly. I woke her up once in the night when my body woke me up because it recognized that she was in my bed and naked.

I have no idea how I’ve grown attached to Cami in such a short amount of time or how I’m going to remind myself that when it’s time for her to leave, it’s the right thing for her to do. For the life of me, though, I can’t help but think that she belongs here.

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