Page 43 of The Kissing Part
“I want you close, okay?”
“Because…”
He sighs. “Because I care about you. You know that.”
I bite back a smile. He acts like his feelings have been obvious all this time. He’s done a good job of hiding them behind a grumpy exterior.
“This is the sex talking just like the first time when you proposed after sex,” I say in a teasing voice.
“I was seventeen. Of course I proposed. I was so excited to be having sex. That didn’t mean anything.”
Hurt has me drawing back. I turn off the light and settle in bed flat on my back.
He hauls me sideways against him, drawing my arm and leg across him.
I huff. “Manhandle me more, why don’t you?”
He chuckles. “Don’t mind if I do.”
“I’m not living with you. I just bought this place.”
“One, you need to for peace of mind, mine and yours. I need to know you’re safe and that my cousin and sister aren’t at risk.”
Guilt stabs at me. I was in serious denial about moving here. “What’s two?”
He kisses me and nips my bottom lip. “You’re too damn noisy to keep this up with them right across the hall.”
“What makes you think we’re going to keep this up?”
He slides his fingers between my legs, stoking fresh desire. I clamp my mouth against the moan that threatens to escape. He slips his fingers inside, unerringly finding the spot that sets me off. The breath whooshes from my lungs.
I rock helplessly against him as he pushes me on and on, white-hot pleasure arcing through my body.
“Tell me you want me to stop,” he whispers in my ear.
I can’t speak, my nails digging into his shoulders, and then he stops.
“Don’t stop, never stop,” I say.
He gives me a sexy smile. “This is why you need to move in with me.”
“You play dirty.”
His questing fingers return, drawing me to the edge of release and holding me there. I tremble at the brink. All I can do is cling to his shoulders as he takes over, amping up the pleasure and pausing just long enough to amp it up further.
I whimper incoherently, passion clouding my vision. And then an explosion of pleasure hits so hard I scream. His mouth’s on mine instantly, swallowing my cries of pleasure as he rocks me slowly, gently back to stillness.
He eases to his back and drapes my limp body over him, spreading my legs so I can still feel every nerve on fire. I’m too spent to move.
He pulls the covers over us and cups my head to his chest. “We definitely need privacy, my little screamer.”
“Your fault,” I murmur and fall asleep in a sensual haze.
I wake before dawn to a fully aroused male spooning me from behind, his fingers already readying me for more. “Owen,” I half moan.
He pulls my leg back over his and takes me in one hard thrust. I gasp and then pant as he pushes me beyond every limit I thought pleasure had. By the time he’s finished with me, I’m his. There will never be another like him.
Afterwards, he slides me to my stomach and takes his time massaging me from my scalp to my toes. I sigh into the mattress. He lifts my hips, and it begins again. He can’t get enough of me, taking all I have to give, and then taking more.
