Page 58 of Home Town Knight

He stood there and let me look, tilting his head like he was admiring me the same way.

“You’re not lacking in confidence, are you?” I asked.

“No one’s ever accused me of that, no.” Owen knelt on the bed. I scooted further back on the mattress, pushing pillows out of the way. He went to his hands and knees, crawling toward me like a mountain lion after its prey. Freckles dotted his shoulders and upper chest. Some scars on his left arm and near his hip. Just the right amount of hair on his pecs and stomach leading down to the heavy erection bobbing between his legs.

He didn’t stop until he was hovering over me. He lowered his mouth to mine at the same time he lowered his body, all his firm muscle and smooth skin blanketing me. I wrapped my legs around his waist, my arms at his neck. He rutted against my stomach as we made out.

When we came up for air, Owen took one of my hands and guided it down to his hot, straining length. “This is for you. Do you want it?”

Arousal flooded my bloodstream. Heat and adrenaline and sparking electricity. There’d been something so raw, so blunt about the way he’d asked that, even as he was being careful with me as always. Owen hadn’t once made a secret of how much he desired me. Even when we’d thought we couldn’t stand each other.

“I’ve been wanting it since you sat down next to me in the hotel bar,” I said. “I have high expectations though. Hope you live up to them.”

He smiled wickedly. “I am a public servant and all. We aim to please.” Owen grabbed a condom from his nightstand and rolled it on. Then he lined himself up and slowly pushed inch after inch inside of me, his dark blue gaze not leaving mine. When he’d bottomed out, he made a low, rumbling sound in his chest and dropped kisses to my forehead and cheeks.

“Always giving me such a hard time,” he murmured.

“I’m not doing anything.”

“Oh yes, you are. You’re too snug and perfect. You make me want to lose control.”

“Why don’t you?”

“Because I scheduled an hour for this, and I’m going to take every minute I get.”

I giggled with my mouth closed, which turned to a full-blown laugh. “I appreciate you fitting me in, Sheriff.”

“Actually, it’s you who fit me in. But anyway.”

We both laughed, foreheads touching as our bodies shook. Which felt really good where we were connected. His hips arched into me. Our laughter turned to panting and soft gasps.

“Genny,” he whispered.

“Kiss me?”

“I thought you weren’t going to beg me to kiss you again.”

“I guess I lied.”

His mouth slanted down on mine. We exchanged kisses and nibbled each other’s lips while Owen rocked our bodies together. Just the right rhythm to have me begging for more, even though I didn’t want him to rush.

He held himself on one arm while his other hand slid into my hair. His short nails scratched lightly at my scalp. He knew how much I liked that. Somehow I relaxed even moreinto the moment. Giving in to everything I was feeling. What Owen was making me feel.

Tension coiled tight in my lower abdomen. A spark that was so close to igniting.

It was the look in his eyes that set me aflame. That way he had of looking into me, searching out my secrets. Showing me his without a word.

My legs cinched around his waist. I moaned. At the same time, his rhythm faltered, and we shuddered against one another. Sharing the intensity of the moment. A few more small thrusts of his hips drew out the pleasure. I breathed his name on an exhale as I kept shaking.

He fell forward in a barrage of kisses, strong arms going beneath me to hold me as close as we could get. Not all of his weight was on me, but enough that I felt surrounded and secure.

Then he tucked his face against my hair, breathing me in.

There was no other sound except for distant birds chirping outside in the sun. In the short time we’d known one another, we’d spent way too much of it either keeping secrets or arguing. So this peace between us was even more profound.

I could feel those minutes ticking by, though. We couldn’t stay here much longer.

He discarded the condom, then lay to one side of me, propping on his elbow and smiling. He looked more relaxed than I’d ever seen him. “I’m glad I met you, Genny Blake.”

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