Page 76 of The Thought of You

“Done,” he says without hesitation, and I believe him. He means it, and I don’t think my heart could soar any higher without leaping from my body altogether.

“Kiss me already.” My toes curl, and I bite the corner of my lip. “And Owen? Pull my hair again. Hard.”

He rams both hands into my hair, sweeping the short strands away from my face, and he fuses his mouth to mine in a kiss so delicious, I see not only stars, but rainbows and unicorns too.

Owen kisses me with fervor until the small vase of pink flowers and the picture frame next to it rattle on the mantel above my head.

I sink into him, wrapping my arms around his waist, and he yanks on my hair until the sting trickles down my spine with pleasure.

He meets my request with flying colors.

“Do you want to know what else I want?” I manage between breaths and hot kisses.

“Tell me.”

“I want you to make me scream like you did the other night at the dance studio, but…”

He drags his lips across my jawline, grazing his teeth along my skin, and my eyes roll into the back of my head. “But, what?”

I moan as his fingertips dance along the column of my throat.

My lips part in preparation for another kiss, but he keeps his mouth a few centimeters away. He’s toying with me, and the sensations it produces flit through my core in small bursts of arousal.

“But, what, angel?” he presses.

“I want you to… make me scream, but this time, while you… fuck me.” My eyelids flutter open.

His body jolts, and the hand at my throat slips to the back of my neck, clinging to me like I’m the only thing keeping him upright. “I fucked you with my mouth and fingers.”

I fist his shirt and bring the tip of my nose to his. “Tonight, I want this.” I drop my free hand between his legs and cup his large—and very hard—length.

“If you’re sure…”

I meet his gaze. “I trust you, Owen.”

His next kiss is all-consuming and hungry, and a zip of desire rips through my desperate core.

The items on the mantel rattle again as he wraps his arms around my waist and engulfs me. Turning us around, he drops his hands to cup my ass.

I’m so dazed, I don’t immediately realize him literally sweeping me off me feet. I’m no longer on the floor. Instead, I climb higher and higher until I’m able to wrap my legs around him.

With half a step, he reaches the end of the bed and lays me down, his lips still locked on mine.

He’s everywhere.

I’m wrapped in Owen, hot and safe and turned on.

His cologne, his hands, his mouth. It’s everything I didn’t know I’d been missing in my life.

He slides his hand down my stomach and inside the waistband of my leggings, my labored breaths echoing across the room.

The soft lighting from the lamps on each nightstand cast a glow over his features, and his lips twitch when he sinks a finger inside me. His body remains halfway on me as he quickly works me into a frenzy.

I gasp and moan as a second finger joins the first, and my hips buck into the air, the tension rising between my legs.

He increases his pace as I ride his hand. His body moves with mine, sliding up and down the bed as if he’s chasing his own pleasure.

“Oh, Owen!” My eyes fly open as my stomach clenches just before my body trembles with release. In an attempt to hold on to him, I throw my hand around his neck and knock his hat off in the process.

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