“Can’t what?” I asked, breathing her in and then fighting off another wave of pleasure. I was dangerously close to coming before even taking my cock out, but I couldn’t help it. I’d never needed a shag like this. I’d never been confronted with someone who destroyed my control like she did. I became a brute around her, for her—a ravenous animal intent on scenting and marking my mate. Claiming her and filling her with my seed.
“You can’t smell me,” she protested, clearly horrified, and my hands came up to trap hers, forcing her to keep herself spread.
“I can, Tanith, and I will. And do you know why? Because you smell like you need to be fucked. You smell sweet and earthy and like you need to come.” I inhaled her again, committing the scent to memory. I wanted to start every day of the rest of my life with my face pressed to her sex.
“I do need to come,” she said, panting hard. “Owen, please. I can’t wait much longer.”
“You can’t wait much longer?” I replied. “I’ve been jerking myself raw for months because of you. Fucking my fist in the shower, fucking my pillows, using up bottle after bottle of lotion. I’ve been a man possessed, consumed with you.”
She went still as I spoke, only shivering when I traced the slippery entrance to her channel with my thumb. “You haven’t been . . . you know . . . scratching the itch with other girls?”
I looked up her silk-covered body to find those bright eyes. “I couldn’t,” I admitted hoarsely. “Tried once and I couldn’t even stand kissing her. Her lips weren’t like yours; she didn’t flush like you or whimper like you; she didn’t smell like opening a brand-new book. It must be you, Tanith. You broke me that night on the yacht, and now it must be you.”
She swallowed, still looking down at me and breathing hard. “It’s the same.” She shook her head as if trying to clear it. “For me. It has to be you. But maybe this will fix us. If we do this tonight, we’ll be . . . cured.”
Not fucking likely, goddess.
I’d known from the first innocent brush of her lips over mine that this would take more than one night to cure. It might take years, years of nothing but this—her pretty pink cunt exposed to me and that fucking flush making her cheeks and tits all rosy for me.
But I didn’t tell her that. “Keep yourself spread open,” I said instead. “I need to lick you.”
“Oh my God . . .” Her words trailed off as I did what I’d been needing to do since Ibiza and sank my tongue right into the hot, wet heart of her. She gasped as I laved my way up to her clit, and then nearly shrieked as I moved my way down to the tight little button below.
“Owen! You can’t!”
I lifted my head to look at her, but only after treating myself to another long lick. “Oh, I can. And I will. I want to lick that hole until it’s all soft and wet, until you’re begging and crying for me to fuck it. Until you can’t look anybody in the eye ever again because of how much you love having your little asshole serviced.”
“F-f-fuck,” she whimpered, her head falling back. “I can’t take it when you talk like that.”
“Only to you,” I said, dipping my mouth for another taste of her. “Only you make me like this.”
“Good,” she whispered. “Good.”
The side of my hip was slick from all the precome I was leaking into my boxer briefs, and I wanted to snarl with frustration against her sex because I couldn’t do everything I needed to at once. I needed to eat her, fuck her, get her slick with lube, and push inside her ass. I needed to fingerfuck her cunt, mark her breasts with love bites, and watch her plush, pink mouth stretch around my erection. I needed to do everything with her, but I couldn’t do it all at once, and it was killing me.
“I have to fuck you now,” I said huskily. “But I promise to lick this pussy better the minute I’m done, okay, baby?”
“Yes,” she said on an exhale. “God, yes.”
She reached for me, but I was already standing, licking her greedily from my lips as I dug in my pocket for protection.
She lifted an eyebrow. “You have a condom? I thought you said you haven’t been fucking anyone else since you met me.”
“I haven’t, and I haven’t planned to,” I said, pulling the foil square free and toeing off my dress shoes. “But after Christmas Eve, there is not a snowflake’s chance in hell that I’ll be caught without protection around you ever again.”
“Even with the way we fought then?”
I gave her a quick grin. “Hope springs eternal, goddess.”
She snorted, but she didn’t seem that upset by it. In fact, going by the way she was already rubbing herself as she watched me pull off my trousers, she seemed pleased nothing was stopping us this time.
“I have an IUD,” she said as I draped my trousers and socks over a chair. “So even if you hadn’t had a condom, I mean, if you knew you were clean . . .”
I returned to her, still in my boxer briefs. The head of my cock was trapped underneath the waistband. I ran an idle hand over the plump head, watching her fingers in her pussy. “I’ve always used a condom, Tanith. Always. I don’t want you to think that just because I’ve been—”
“A whore?” she supplied.
I smiled at her. “Right. I don’t want you to think that just because I’ve been a whore, I’ve neglected being safe.”
“No,” she said, her eyes moving to my face. “You wouldn’t be unsafe, would you? That’s not who you are.”
“I’ve always kept my head when it comes to sex. That’s why I barely recognize myself anymore. I’ve never needed to fuck someone against a wall because I wanted them so badly. I’ve never needed to
