“You’re not so bad yourself, Chief.”
He smiled.
God, she loved his smile. “You should do that more often.”
“What?” His hands moved freely through her hair, down her neck and arms, before sliding under her top.
“Smile.”
“I’ll smile more often if you promise not to wear this top in public. Ever.”
“I don’t wear my pajamas out.”
“Good, but right now, it’s got to go,” he said, lifting her tank top over her head.
She brushed the hair from her face, pushing it behind her shoulders and stood still. His gentle, brown eyes filled with lust as he drew her closer.
“I’ve waited a long time for this,” she whispered and wondered why she’d stayed away for so long. Her heart had always belonged to him.
He showered her with sweet, gentle kisses along her forehead, temples, and finally her earlobes. Her entire body tingled with anticipation as she tentatively reached for the zipper of his jeans.
“Careful, sweetheart,” he said into her ear, grabbing her hand. “Valuable merchandise must be handled with care.”
“I think I can handle it.”
He nibbled on her neck and shoulder, then raced a path with his tongue to her nipple. When he drew the tight nub into his mouth, she gasped and clutched his head for support. He was neither gentle, nor harsh.
But perfect.
She glanced down at him as he switched breasts. His eyes opened as if he knew she’d been looking. A slight smile appeared, then vanished as he lowered his lids and continued to roll her nipple against his tongue and teeth.
Before she could really catch her breath, he’d gotten on his knees and rolled her shorts down over her hips. “Oh, God.” She gripped the bedpost. Her skin beaded with perspiration. “Please,” she cried, unable to stand his torturous kisses any longer.
Gently, he pried her legs apart and brought his mouth to her. Electric pulses scorched her skin. She could barely support her own weight under the duress of such passion. Such heat. Such pleasure. “I-I…”
As if he read her thoughts, as soulmates often do without even knowing it, he gave her a gentle push, and she allowed herself to sit back on the bed. He continued to caress and kiss, probing her with his tongue and fingers, bringing her to the brink of sheer exotic decadence, but without actually taking her there. “Oh, God.”
In all her dreams of being with him, loving him, nothing came close to what she felt now. He knew exactly what she needed and how to give it to her. Every touch felt as if she’d found everything she’d been looking for her entire life. A groan rumbled from deep in her throat. She never thought it could be so good.
She threaded her fingers through his hair, her chest heaving up and down with short, choppy breaths.
His fingers dug into her flesh as an orgasm threatened to erupt.
“Owen,” she said with a long moan. Her body shook like a violent earthquake.
He continued to shower her with sweet attention like a baker would dough. Kneading and rolling until it was the perfect shape and size.
“You liked that, did you?”
Slowly, her muscles relaxed as he kissed his way up her stomach and to her lips. His hot tongue swirled around inside her mouth as she wrapped her arms and legs around his hard body. Unable to get enough oxygen to keep her from passing out, she cupped his face and pried his glorious lips from hers.
He blinked his eyes open. “Something wrong?”
“Nope, just found orgasm heaven.”
He buried his face in her neck. “Glad to be of service.”
She slid her hands down his rigid back and into his jeans. No underwear. “So, we like to be free.” She smoothed her fingers across his bare butt.
He chuckled. “I couldn’t find my underwear before I came over.” He scooted off the bed.
“I’m not complaining.” She raised herself up on her elbows and swallowed as he unzipped his pants, then pushed them over his hips and down his thighs. She eased herself onto her knees and inched closer to him. “I thought your body was chiseled back in high school.” She ran her hands across his chest and down his stomach. His abs twitched under her touch.
“What are you doing?”
She kissed his stomach.
He hissed, fisting a handful of her hair. “I might have imagined this once or twice.”
“Me too.” She smiled, darting her tongue over the length of him, trying to keep her body from shaking with nerves. Over the years, he’d been the object of many personal fantasies. She glided her mouth over him, taking him into her mouth slowly.
He growled, shifting his body to the bed, lying down on his back. His skin felt like rose petals against her tongue.
She continued to stroke him, enjoying the way he groaned deep from his gut. His fingers glided through her hair, rubbing her scalp tenderly.
“Shit,” he mumbled. “Courtney, we have a problem.” Tenderly, he kissed her temple and ran his thumb across her lip.
“What?” she managed, glancing up at him.
“Protection. I don’t have any.”
“You’ve still got your gun.”
He rolled his eyes. “Not that kind of protection.”
“I know.” She chuckled. “I’ve got it covered,” she said, reaching for the nightstand, waving the foil package under his nose.
His eyes went wide. “Oh, thank God.” He snatched it from her hands.
“No, thank me.”
“I’m getting to that.”
She giggled as he tore open the package with his teeth, then flung the empty wrapper to the floor. She enjoyed the lighter side to him. Since she’d come home, he’d always been so serious, and she basked in being in the presence of the young man she’d fallen in love with so many years ago.
He nibbled on her ear. “I used to think about doing this all the time.”
“And you don’t now?”
He kissed her neck. “I’m doing it now.”
“You know what I meant. Have you thought about this, being with me like this, since I’ve returned home?”
“You really have to ask that?” He pressed himself inside her, slow and deep.
She gasped, nodding. “You’ve practically ignored me.”
“I’m not ignoring you
