“I haven’t done anything. I was just sitting here minding my business.”
He kissed my neck softly. “Well, just sitting here minding your business while looking very cute.”
“Yup, that’s me.” His cock nudged my opening and I hissed. “Oh my God, Owen.”
“I’m sorry, love.” He nuzzled the column on my neck again, then kissed me on the other side, working his way to my jaw. “I can’t fucking help it. He wants inside, and you are already so soft and ready.” He released one of my arms, and his hand slid over my body, palming my breasts before he leaned down to take the tip of a nipple between his teeth and scrape it gently. His hand kept traveling down until he found his way between us to my soft, slick center. He slid in two fingers and I gasped.
“Fuck. Owen.”
“Uh-huh. I know you want this. If not, tell me to stop.”
I lifted my hips, seeking more, practically begging him to grind on my clit. “Owen.”
“What was that, love? What were you saying?”
“I was saying, ‘Oh my God, please make love to me again.’”
“Oh, that’s what you were saying. Well, you know, I don’t think I should. You were trying to leave me.”
I laughed, and then he pressed hard on my clit with his thumb as two fingers slid into me.
I gasped again. “Jesus.”
“What?” he asked with an evil grin. “I barely did anything at all.”
I glowered at him. “You know exactly what you’re doing.”
His grin was dirty, sexy, and altogether bad boy. It told me he was the dirtiest kind of bad boy you could ever find. Then he removed his fingers and slid his cock up my wet, silky slit. “How about this?”
“Oh my God, Owen, please, yes.”
“You want it inside you? Because I keep thinking that maybe you don’t need to come.”
I hissed. “I—”
He kept rubbing the tip of himself against me, making it difficult to think. I had an IUD. With my erratic schedules and studying, I would forget to take a pill. My mother didn’t want what happened to her to happen to me. But this was . . . God, without a condom? He was . . . Oh God.
Again, he nudged himself against me, rubbing ever so gently.
“Shh, it’s okay. It’s just the tip. You’re okay. It’s just the tip, baby.”
But he kept kissing my neck and now he was nipping at it. And before I knew what was happening, I lifted my hips, taking even more of him. His eyes flipped open, and a long guttural curse came out of his mouth.
“Fucking hell, Tanith.”
It was still just the tip, but all of his tip was inside me now. There was no more tease. There was only me and him and this moment. He held himself perfectly still. “Oh Jesus, I was teasing. Why did you—?”
“Did you think you’re only going to tease me?” I adjusted my hips, forcing him to retreat just a little bit and he groaned. “I can’t—wow. We should stop. Let me get a condom.” He aimed a hand at the nightstand by his bed, but then I reached between us and found him again. This time, I was in control, sliding him up over my slit in a flash. And then I nudged him against me again with my hips, tempting all of him.
With a curse, Owen dropped his forehead to mine. “Oh my God, Tanith, what are you doing?”
“I have an IUD, remember?”
He growled low. “I remember, but fuck. You were uneasy about this before since I was a bit of a whore until I met you.”
“Yes, but I also know you. You are also careful. No way in hell you were having any sex without any condoms ever.”
He nodded, nuzzling against my jaw with his warm lips. “And I was tested. Last summer after Ibiza.”
“Oh really,” I managed to murmur. I turned my face into his, nuzzling so I could look at him. “Why haven’t you mentioned this earlier than now?”
He gave me a rueful look. “Because it’s a little embarrassing.”
“Being tested?”
He shook his head. “No. The reason why.” He sighed. “It was because after Ibiza, I thought . . . well, I had assumed that . . .”
“What, that you would find me, and we’d have weekend-long sex marathons? Hope springs eternal and all that?”
He nuzzled me again. “Guilty as charged.”
He was ridiculous and overconfident and—and I trusted him. I wanted this.
I squeezed myself around him and breathed out a low yes. Before I knew what was happening, he rolled over onto his back, and I was riding him. His hands were playing on my ass, gently stroking the sore flesh. “Are you all right here?”
I nodded and sighed because he was also so deep inside me. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t remember anything—important things like my name, what I was doing with my life. He’d stolen all of that, and I wanted him to keep taking more.
He pressed again on my back hole, opening gently, lightly, with a finger, and I whimpered. “Oh my God.”
“Am I hurting you?”
“Yeah, but it feels good though.”
He reached behind him, grabbing a pillow so he could prop himself up and angle himself just right to take my nipples into his mouth. He whispered around my turgid flesh, “I’d like to do it again. Not this morning, though. I think you need a break. But I’m going to play a little, okay?”
I could only nod because I was chasing bliss, sweet heavenly bliss as I rocked forward on him, his pelvic bone just hitting me right where I needed him on my clit. He was so deep inside me. One of his hands rocked my hips back and forth and the other played with my
