Page 79 of Single Girl in the City
Abi’s throat closed with emotion. “It’s me?”
“When I look at you, this is what I see,” he whispered, and her belly did a little flip. “It’s bold.” He softly kissed her lips. “Delicate.” Her jaw. “Feminine.” Her neck. “Unexpected.” Her throat. “And beautiful.” He nudged the neckline of her shirt down with his nose and placed his last kiss on her shoulder.
“And where do you see it?” she said breathily.
He slid the shirt off her shoulder and nuzzled the scar from the metal rod. “Right here.”
Meeting his gaze in the mirror, she lifted her shirt over her head and let it drop to the floor. She touched the same spot. “Here?”
He groaned. “Or maybe here.” Coming all the way up against her back, he slid his hand down her neck, her chest, her stomach, which was quivering with anticipation, and right beneath her waistband to caress her hip bone. “Or here.”
“I think I want you right here.” She shifted so that his hand was exactly where she needed it to be.
“I think you’re right.” He ever so slightly brushed her pleasure button, making her moan. He did it again and this time she jerked forward to meet his hand.
“Slowly,” he murmured, sliding his other arm around her waist. He held her tightly to him while he tenderly, but thoroughly, began to take her apart with his fingers. He strummed her in a practiced, purposeful way that was exquisite torture.
Her pulse raced and her heart pounded as he continued to tease.
“Owen,” she moaned, pressing all the way into him.
“Have I mentioned how much I love hearing you say my name?”
“If I say it again, will you move faster?” she asked, yet he still,still,teased until she was unable to hold her head up, letting it drop back to rest on his shoulder.
“Look up, Angel. I want you to watch to ensure I get it in the exact spot you have in mind.”
She opened her eyes, watching as his hand disappeared further beneath her skirt, his fingers moving all the way down.
“There,” she sighed, but if she thought he’d pick up the pace, she was wrong. He took his sweet time, rubbing back and forth, creating a friction that had her body trembling.
He set the pace slow, trailing his free hand up her stomach and back down, on the return trip cupping her breast, lifting it and rubbing it until it puckered painfully hard. His fingers hadn’t stopped, teasing her with feather-light touches, until finally—here we go—finally upping the ante. Those touches became not so light and oh sodelicious before disappearing inside of her.
“Owen,” she groaned and watched him smile in the reflection. Watched how flush she was, practically glowing, how entranced she was—and how happy she was. So happy that the broken woman from the accident had vanished, leaving behind the Abi she remembered.
She’d come to Portland to make Owen’s life better but in the end, he’d done the same for her.
Emotion bubbled up, filling her body and warming her chest until she felt it radiate from inside her. Need and terror fought for superiority. She wanted him like she’d never wanted another human being and that kind of want terrified her.
And challenged her. Oh, how she liked to be challenged. Especially by the sexy man who had her on the brink of falling.
There was something about watching his hand move up and down, in and out of her skirt, building her up to what she knew was going to be an epic explosion.
“Faster,” she moaned.
“Like this?” Not only did he go faster but he also pushed harder, curling his finger to hit that special spot. “Eyes on me,” he reminded her. She hadn’t even realized they’d slid shut from the pleasure.
And when she locked on him in the mirror, what she saw got her so hot and heavy, her body grew tighter and tighter while the raw need in his eyes grew hotter and hotter. And when she couldn’t hold on any longer, she cried out his name and pressed against his hand, her body flushing hot. She felt light-headed and clear-minded all at the same time.
When she came back to earth, Owen was stroking her stomach in soothing patterns, a smug smile on his face.
“Don’t get cocky yet, the night has just begun.” She stepped out of his embrace and unbuttoned her skirt, sliding it down her legs and stepping out of it. Then she did a little shimmy number, sliding her thong down her legs until she was completely naked and vulnerable. But Owen was looking at her with something similar that made her giddy and nervous.
Abi turned in his arms and pulled his mouth to hers, kissing him. Long and hard and filled with all the emotions she felt but was unable to express. When she pulled back, neither looked away.
Owen’s hands spanned her bare back, moving up and down, from her neck to her thighs and touching everywhere in between. “This is my favorite outfit.”
“I wore it especially for you.”
