Page 62 of Knots About You
‘God, yes.’ Her eyes closed, and her mouth formed a loose O shape. I steadied myself against her, holding eye contact as I filled her. Inch by inch, I lost myself in her wet heat until I finally sank to the hilt.
‘Fuck, Claire.’ I let out a stuttering groan.
‘No, Owen, fuckme.’
And in that one demand, I fell head over heels without restraint.
twenty-three
CLAIRE
The musclesin Owen’s arms bunched as he held himself inside me, staring at me with those emerald eyes like I was the most precious thing in the world.
I shifted against him, luxuriating in the way he stretched me.
And when he moved?
The ground, well, the cask, went out from under me. Fuck, that was an understatement. Owen scooped his hips in a way that had me panting within seconds, my nails digging into his arms and leaving red crescents.
‘Owen,’ I moaned, hanging on for dear life as he gave long, stretching thrusts, pulling me against him. ‘I can’t believe you’ve denied methisfor weeks.’
‘I’m regretting every minute.’ Owen kissed me, his hips crushing against me. Each harried thrust drew more desperate moans from me.
And more than the divine sensations he wrought between my thighs, the emotions bubbling up inside overwhelmed me.
I’d thought Owen could be a quick fling, but the more I got to know him, the more it seemed impossible to imagine not being within walking distance, hell, rolling distance of him.
Especially when he twisted his hips likethat.
‘Come for me, Claire,’ Owen demanded. ‘I need to feel the way you fall apart.’
Good god. The man knew how to fuck. I’d had plenty of sex before, but it had never felt so head-to-toe consuming. Or head-to-heart, I should say.
Not that I could say much. My mouth was too busy with moaning and body-clenching kisses.
Owen’s fingers slid between us, throwing me over the cliff with a mind-bending orgasm when he caressed my engorged flesh. My thighs quaked, trapping him deep inside me as I dug my feet into the small of his back.
‘Come forme,’ I demanded through a shuddering moan.
And Owen obeyed. Pinning me back against the cask and driving deep into me before his entire body tensed.
‘Oh, god,’ he panted against my throat. ‘Claire.’
If the way he rolled my R usually affected me, the way he growled as he came undid me.
We tidied ourselves in that unsteady way where your legs turn to jelly and orgasms make your senses flee. Owen found me a clean bar towel, and I dabbed at a drop of whisky on my skin. The room smelled like us, whisky, and oak.
I inhaled the scent, hoping to capture it in my mind forever.
‘I’m falling for you.’ Owen’s voice was a whisper as he steadied himself against me.
My mouth went dry, but I couldn’t fight my smile. ‘I’m falling for you, too.’
Our words were both hot and heavy all at once. The weight of them stole my breath.
‘Good.’
‘Good,’ I echoed, tucking myself against his chest, losing myself in the quick pace of his heart. It was like unlocking a room I’d always been searching for.
