“I love you too, Unicorn.” He said, softly.
I smiled wide, and he rubbed his nose against mine playfully.
“You called me Unicorn.” I said in a sing song voice.
He chuckled. “It's your name, isn't it?”
SEVENTEEN
AFTER SLEEPING IN HOTEL rooms for the past two weeks, the fact that I was finally in my own bed again felt amazing. It was made even more so by the man who was currently laying beside me. His arm was draped over my middle, my back to his front, and I couldn't help but run my fingers over the tattoos there. I felt him stir behind me, and I wriggled closer against him.
He kissed the crook of my neck, and I smiled as his grip around me tightened.
“Morning.” He said.
“Morning.” I sighed with contentment.
“How did you sleep?”
“Like a baby.”
“I'm sorry I acted like such a fool yesterday.”
“Fool isn't the word that I'd use.” I teased. “But, you're forgiven.”
He nibbled on my earlobe then making me giggle, before I turned in his arms to face him.
“I wish you didn't have to leave.”
“You have to go by the boutique today, otherwise Morgan will be the one making all the decisions.”
I crinkled my nose. “She is pretty fond of tulle.”
He laughed. “If it makes you feel any better I'd rather avoid the third degree from my dad, and spend my day with you instead.”
I pressed my lips against his, and he smiled as he returned my kiss. I let my hands roam up, and over his chest before wrapping my arms around his neck. He dropped his own hands from my waist, to my hips, and then my ass. I moaned into his mouth, and he thrust his hips towards me suggestively.
“Please tell me we have time.” I all but begged.
“Only if we take it to the shower.”
I gave him a quick peck before flinging the comforter aside, and attempting to wiggle out of his tight grip. He laughed, holding onto me tighter so that I couldn't move.
“Someone's got herself all worked up.”
“It's a little hard not to be with your uh- thing pressed against me.”
“My thing?” He teased, with a hint of laughter.
“What would you like me to call it then?”
“Thor? Vlad the Impaler? Excalibur?”
“No. No. And no.” I said, placing my hands on either side of his face. “Can we go have shower sex now? Pleeeease?”
He loosened his grip then, and I rolled away from him as quickly as I could before he changed his mind. I could hear him laughing as I darted into the bathroom to turn the shower on, and I smiled. I had never enjoyed life like this before. Just being with him, spending time with him. I was smiling so much that it hurt, and I was loving every second of it.
I had just stepped into the shower, when Owen entered the room. I stood facing him, with my head tipped back under the hot spray. When he opened the glass door, the cool air quickly sent goosebumps over my body. That, or it was the anticipation of feeling his hands on me once again.
Within seconds, he was pulling me into his arms and pressing his lips hungrily against mine. His erection was pressing against my stomach, and I reached down between us so that I could stroke it. He groaned when my hand closed around him, and then I began to work it up, and down using my thumb to tease his head.
He twitched in my hand, and I angled my hips so that I could brush his length against me. He gripped my ass hard then, lifting me in his strong arms. I let out a little yelp, as I reached for him so that I wouldn't fall. With my arms around his neck, he backed me up against the cool tile wall making me gasp. My ankles were crossed around his waist, and he used the wall to help hold my weight as he carefully slipped inside of me.
“Yes.” I whimpered when I felt him fill me, and he returned his hands to my hips to steady me.
The water was coming down between us then, and Owen reached up to avert the spray. It was splashing against the glass door now, but I couldn't care less about the mess it would make. All I was focused on right now was the way that he felt inside of me.
I dipped my head down to the crook of his neck, and gave him a little nip there just as he began to work his hips. I moaned, running my hands up the back of his neck to grip his hair. I held on tight, as he began to bounce me up, and down onto his erection.
His legs were bent at the knees, and he used the wall as leverage so that he could press into me with more force. I bit my bottom lip as he dug his fingers into my hips. With every thrust he was hitting me deeper, and deeper and it took everything in me not to cry out in pleasure. The only thing keeping me quiet was the fact that Morgan was only a room away.
My nipples brushed against his chest, and he buried his head in the crook of my neck. I felt his tongue dart out to lick the water droplets from my skin, and I shivered. He nibbled the place he'd just tasted, and licked the sting away. Every brush of his tongue, and stroke of his shaft was igniting every single nerve in my body.
I could feel him everywhere. His hands, his mouth, his body. Every movement was designed to draw pleasure from me, and damn was he good at it. I tipped my head up, allowing him better access to my neck, and when he began to kiss, and suckle me there my legs trembled. My grip on his hair tightened, and he growled with pleasure.
I needed more, but I didn't have
