Page 53 of Knots About You
He wasted no time, scooping me up and lowering me onto the rug. My arms remained pinned behind my back, my breasts all pink and raised with the rope framing them. The rope dug between my legs, rubbing as I wriggled on the floor. Despite being post orgasm, Owen lay down and shouldered my thighs apart. I cried out as his mouth found me with the kind of passion that made me forget my own name. The knot stole my breath with each tiny movement. He worked around the rope greedily, his tongue sliding around the sides and stealing my breath.
‘Holy crap,’ I moaned, my thighs tightening around his head. ‘That tongue of yours…’
‘Soak the rope for me, city girl.’
Like I had a choice not to.
Threads of pleasure ripped through me when Owen pushed his fingers in past the rope. Between his tongue and that knot, I lost all control.
I came hard, squirming on the ground as the edges of the world fuzzed around me. My thighs strangled his handsome face.
He untied me slowly, both of us loose and tired. Each knot eased, each line unthreaded with care. Pins and needles fizzed into my fingers until he rubbed the feeling back into them.
Before I knew it, we tumbled into bed, wrapped up in a happy cocoon of heat, our skin slipping against one another.
‘Thank you,’ I murmured against his chest. ‘For letting me in.’
‘I should be thanking you. That mouth of yours… fuck me.’
A secret thread of pride tickled along my spine.
‘I’ve got a question for you,’ he murmured against my temple as sleep itched behind my eyes. His fingers massaged over my back, occasionally tugging the hair at the back of my head until it sent sparks down my spine. ‘Will you come to the family dinner this week?’
‘You want me to come to your family dinner?’
‘I do. You’ve met Dad, Jeff and Isla, and they all think you’re great. Why not meet mum too and have the whole Harris family enthralled?’
‘What if she doesn’t like me?’ I asked, nerves churning in my stomach.
‘Impossible. You’re amazing.’
My cheeks heated.
We lay for a while, drifting in and out of sleep, in our own little cocoon.
‘I like pleasing you.’ I yawned, turning over as Owen gathered me against his chest.
His mouth curved against my hair. ‘I noticed.’
‘Can’t believe I sucked so good, I get to meet your Mum. Wow.’
‘Come here, you little brat.’ He laughed, kissing my neck until I giggled.
twenty
OWEN
By Monday evening,my stomach was in knots. And not the good kind. Gravy and slow-cooked beef filled the air with a salty scent that had my belly rumbling around the nerves. I’d made the stew a thousand times before, so why was I so worried? Let’s face it, it wasn’t about the stew.
Claire had already met everyone but Mum; there was really no need to be stressed. But Mum had loved Becky and always held onto the hope I’d get her back. Would she hold that against Claire?
‘I know you like her,’ I said to Meowrse, who sat on the windowsill and silently judged me for hoarding all the beef in the pot and not his chunky belly. ‘But will Mum?’
He swished his half-tail and awarded me a single approving blink, then buggered off when there was no meat forthcoming.
The slow cooker muttered like a pensioner in the corner. Barley swollen to perfection and gravy bubbling steadily. Claire offered to pick up some bread from Eilidh’s bakery, which Icouldn’t compete with. The crust on her loaves rivalled Paul Hollywood’s.
I laid the table the way Gran had taught me as a kid. It had always been my job, and Isla would help clear the table after dinner. Setting out the cutlery brought me order. Something I could control while my heart juddered around in my chest.
