Page 42 of The Kissing Part
“Shay.” His voice sounds strained. He wants me as much as I want him.
I’m not sure who moves first, but we’re suddenly kissing in a passionate frenzy. His hands are all over me. I tug at his shirt, and he sits up to pull it off; then he pulls me up, lifting off my shirt.
He turns on the light on the nightstand. “Just as beautiful as I remember.”
I run my palms over the ridges of muscle on his chest and abs. “You too, only much more muscled.”
He lowers me to the mattress and covers me, kissing along my neck, nipping and sucking as he works his way down my body.
I gasp as his mouth reaches my breast and suckles while he caresses my other breast. He switches sides, and my back arches, seeking more. I run my fingers through the soft hair curling at the nape of his neck, a familiarity in the gesture merging passionate memories with now.
He lowers himself down my body, yanks my shorts down, and stares at my pink thong. “This is new,” he croaks.
“I did buy new underwear in the last nine years.”
He runs his finger along the line of the thong, bringing a rush of desire. Then he peels off the thong and slowly lowers his head. I hold my breath. He kisses along the crease of my thigh as his fingers stroke me expertly. My hips rock, begging for more.
I gasp as his lips press against the magic spot, and then his tongue. My eyes roll back in my head. He’s picked up some moves, and I’m not complaining. Pleasure rolls through me in waves as his lips and tongue and, oh, God, those questing fingers take over my body.
My fingers curl into the sheets. He pushes on relentlessly as my insides coil and tighten. “Oh my God, Owen! I’m—”
His fingers thrust in my mouth, silencing me. I suck eagerly, unable to contain all that I’m feeling. He’s making me crazed with that hungry mouth of his. My hips buck, and his fingers leave my mouth to pin my hips to the mattress.
He lifts his head. “Shhh!”
“Don’t stop,” I beg.
He lowers his head, pushing me once again to the edge. I cry out as the orgasm hits hard, my entire body shuddering with ecstasy. His mouth covers mine, swallowing my sounds of pleasure, even as he strokes me gently, letting me ride out every last wave. Finally, I go limp.
He lifts his head to look at me. “You can’t be that loud with my sister and cousin across the hall.”
“You made me.”
He grins. “I did, didn’t I?”
“Come inside me,” I whisper.
He groans. “Condom.”
“Yes. Olivia always puts some nearby for me.” I reach for the nightstand drawer, but he beats me to it.
“Of course she does,” he grumbles. He grabs one and rolls it on. Then he pins my hands to the mattress. “Now keep the noise level down.”
He thrusts inside me, and we both groan.
“Shh,” I whisper in his ear, wrapping my legs high around his waist and lifting my hips to take him deeper.
“You feel so damn good,” he says in my ear.
And then there’s no more talking. Just a primal joining of two bodies meant for each other. Nothing but the sound of his harsh breath as he thrusts over and over. He lifts my hips, his next thrust hitting the G spot. I chant his name until he covers my mouth with his, his tongue thrusting inside. I’m filled with him, overwhelmed, and I let go, the release rocketing through me.
He lifts his head and lets out a guttural groan as he goes over with me. He collapses on top of me, stealing my breath. A moment later, he rolls to his back, tucking me against his side.
We’re quiet, catching our breath.
After a few moments, he says, “You have to move in with me. It’s the safest option.”
I prop up on an elbow to look at him. “Is it really about safety?”
