Page 68 of Caught in the Axe
For a split second, his body went rigid, and I was sure he’d step back. Instead, he clung to me and pulled me flushagainst his body.
“What are you doing?” he asked into my mouth, his voice low and husky.
I pulled back a fraction. “I can’t lie in the guest room all night thinking about how I want to be in here with you.” I inhaled a steadying breath. “I’m tired of playing it safe. I’m taking what I want.”
He put his hands on my shoulders and pushed me back a bit. “This isn’t a good idea.”
I popped up on my tiptoes again and kissed his jaw while trailing my fingertips down his chest until they landed on the waistband of his boxers. He was hard against my stomach and swelling with every second we were pressed together. Knowing I had such a visceral effect on him sent a surge of power through me. He wanted this too. It was time to stop letting all the bullshit life threw at us stand in our way.
“I don’t care. We’re not in Lovewell, Owen. Tonight, I got to be the best version of myself, and that’s all thanks to you. You inspire me and push me. I’m tired of pretending I’m not wildly attracted to you.”
With a single step back, I pulled my T-shirt over my head and tossed it to the floor. Chin tipped high, I stood before him in nothing but a pair of panties.
“Fuck.” He hissed. “Are you seducing me, Lila?”
Pressing my teeth into my lower lip, I nodded. “Are you going to let me? Or should I beg?”
He threw his head back and groaned. “How are you so perfect?”
I stepped in close, pressing my breasts against his warm, naked chest, and kissed him, long and deep.
“How am I supposed to control myself with you?” heasked against my mouth, skimming his hands up my hips and ribs and settling on my breasts. “How can I hold back?”
“Don’t,” I said, shimmying out of my panties. “Just don’t do it. Control is overrated.”
Blue eyes lit with desire, he brought his fist to his mouth and took me in.
“Don’t hold anything back. What if we’re completely real with one another? No pretense, no artifice, just authenticity.”
With a grunt, he picked me up and carried me to the bed. “I’ve never felt this way with anyone.” He gently guided me to the mattress and hovered over me. “I’m more myself when I’m with you.”
“Same,” I whispered as he lowered himself on top of me, kissing my neck and exploring my naked body. “And if I don’t take this chance, I know I’ll regret it. The connection I feel with you is special, and, just for one night, I’d like to be yours.”
“So that’s what you want? For me to make you mine?”
“Yes, please.” I arched off the bed, moaning. “Make me yours, Owen.”
His hands roamed hungrily over my body as we kissed. His weight pinned me to the bed, his skin pressed to mine driving me wild with lust. This feeling, the need, the want. It was exhilarating.
His stubble scraped deliciously along my neck as he kissed his way down, teasing, torturing.
I wiggled beneath him, angry that he was having all the fun.
My fight was interrupted, though, when he graspedmy wrists and pinned them above my head. “If you’re not going to behave,” he growled. “I’ll have to punish you.”
Heat flooded my core. My brain didn’t have the first clue what that might entail, but my throbbing clit did.
“I just want to touch you,” I whispered, wiggling beneath him.
Keeping my arms immobilized with one hand, he used the other to grab my chin so I was looking straight at him.
“Since the moment you first walked into that office building, I’ve been thinking of your naked body under mine. I’ve waited so long for this moment. You’re going to be a good girl and let me play.”
Holy bossy Batman. My body lit up at the demanding tone. There was nothing tentative about his touch. He knew what he was doing and did it well. Unlike the reserved man I’d come to know, bedroom Owen was all confidence, especially as he kissed, licked, and nipped his way down my body.
When he took one nipple into his mouth, biting down, I arched off the bed.
“Oh yes. God, these are perfect. You have no idea how crazy you make me. How badly I’ve craved your body.” He trailed his hand down my stomach, idly stroking my inner thighs.
