Page 32 of Knots About You
‘More,’ I begged.
‘What to you want, pretty girl?’
‘Everything.’
Then he kissed me again. Longer and deeper, the kind of kiss that dissolves all sensibility. Heat slid to my core. My shoulders relaxed as I let everything go. Focused solely on the way Owen’s tongue sent waves of need into me.
He didn’t rush. Taking his time like I was the tastiest thing he’d ever encountered. Gentle kisses at the corner of my mouth. Deep, passionate kisses that had me gasping for air. His hand cupped my jaw, and I opened for him without thinking. A soft sound escaped me every time he backed off a fraction. He swallowed each sound like a man starved.
Most people kissed as if it were the first step on a ladder to where they actually wanted to be. Not Owen. He kissed as if it were an Olympic sport.
Every time I sought more, he diverted it with another brain-melting make-out session. I let go in increments. The frantic part of my brain was finally quietening. All I had to do wasfeel. To let him steal my breath away.
He gathered me up without breaking the kiss and pulled me into his lap. I moaned as my spread legs straddled his hips while the dust sheet crumpled beneath us. His arm snaked around my waist, the rope tugging as I settled.
He kissed as if kissing was his end goal. Slow, then slower. A tease of tongue that made my toes curl in my socks. He tasted faintly of coffee; I imagined I did too. I tilted my head, and he followed. He leaned, and I followed back. We found a rhythm that soon had me whimpering against his lips. I forgot about performing, like I usually did in the bedroom. It was all lips and breath and the sweet ache of wanting.
Heat enveloped me, and I writhed against Owen, all too aware of the hardness against me. My leggings were thin enough to feel every inch.
‘So needy,’ Owen murmured, his mouth sliding to my throat. ‘I don’t remember telling you to grind against me.’
‘Technically, you put me here.’ I rolled my hips as he nipped my neck with his teeth.
‘A good point.’
‘Not the only point being raised…’
Owen smirked, his grumpy facade warming.
‘Now, now. I hope I don’t need to tame your brat side.’
‘You need to tamesomething.’ I rolled my hips again, eliciting a delightful groan from him.
‘Are you saying that my kissing isn’t enough to fulfil you?’ Owen gave a mock pout that had me laughing.
The laugh turned into a moan when Owen gripped my hips in his large hands and moved my hips. The sudden manhandling caught me off guard.
‘Oh,’ I whispered as the head of his cock ground rightthere.
‘God, you’re so beautiful. I love the way you moan.’
‘Fuck, Owen.’ I ached to reach out and steady myself against his shoulders, to leverage myself and take what I so desperately needed.
‘All in good time.’
It’s a good thing he had my arms bound. I might have slapped him otherwise.
But my ire didn’t last long. Not with his thickness driving against me. Owen looked up at me with those blistering blue eyes, his jaw ticking as I let out a groan. The rope bit into my flesh with each judder of my body, and it made my head go fuzzy.
The earth narrowed to the two of us. To the mingling of our breath and the dampness of my skin.
‘If you’re not careful, I’m going to come before we’ve even taken off any clothes,’ I panted.
‘Yes, you are.’ There was a commanding edge to his voice that had me quivering. ‘You’re going to come right here in my lap so I can memorise the face you make when you finally lose control.’
Facing him while he arched pleasure into me had my cheeks flushing. It almost felt more intimate than the full-blown sex I’d had.
His teeth caught his lower lip as threads of need unravelled inside me.
