Page 87 of Caught in the Axe
I leaned down and took her mouth gently, letting the feel of her kiss course through my veins.
This.
This was what I had been missing.
And now I had a chance to help her understand. To make her mine.
I threaded my fingers through her hair, cradling her head, and dove in again, more aggressively this time. Mybody lit up as she matched my intensity. The air around us crackled with electricity, and the connection strengthened and grew. How did we ever think we could deny this?
She was just as energized as I was, grabbing at my shirt and pulling me closer.
There wasn’t enough time. There never was. And there were so many reasons to stop.
But I couldn’t.
Not when she’d shown up here, looking so vulnerable and needy.
I’d give Lila anything she wanted.
And by the way she was pawing at my belt, it was clear what she wanted. “Owen.” She gasped. “Bedroom.”
I threw her over my shoulder and jogged to the bedroom, ignoring the shoes that slipped from her feet as we went.
I laid her down on the bed, then stripped my shirt off quickly.
“Fuck. That was so hot,” she said, sitting up on her elbows. “You can throw me around anytime you want.”
I winked. If she liked my inner caveman so much, I’d have to let him out a little more often.
Angling over her, I tugged at the waistband of her leggings, and she lifted her hips and allowed me to ease them down.
“Shit.” I exhaled as I tossed them over my shoulder. “No panties?”
She shrugged. “They get in the way.”
“Spread for me,” I commanded, a bit louder than I had anticipated. I could barely contain myself, so modulating my tone of voice was probably not in the cards.
But her eyes flared in excitement in response, and without looking away, she obeyed.
I stood back, studying every inch of her body, spread out for me to consume.
Creamy skin, gorgeous curves, and rosy pink nipples.
And that pussy. So sweet and warm and wet. And mine.
“Please, Owen,” she begged. “I need to feel you inside me.”
God, was there anything sexier? My cock strained as I considered exactly what I wanted to do to her.
But then my heart stuttered and all coherent thought left me. Because she’d slid her hand down her torso, and now she was gliding those fingers over her clit.
“Can’t wait for me?” I growled, barely able to stop myself from mauling her.
She shook her head. “I’m already so wet. Please.”
I stood, slack-jawed and vision blurring, as she fingered herself in front of me.
All my careful plans went to hell the minute she sank her fingers inside her wetness. Yup, talk about caveman brain. All I could think about was getting inside her.
