Page 77 of The Thought of You

That thing has been a hazard tonight.

I melt into the bed as my climax rocks my world, and my head spins.

“Loosening you up like this has become my new favorite thing.” Owen kisses the corner of my parted lips.

“I’m definitely a fan, but don’t you dare think for a second that I’ll go soft on you because of this.” My words of warning would mean a lot more if I weren’t still squeezing his hand between my legs or if I weren’t so breathless.

“I wouldn’t dream of it,” he plays along, smirking.

He knows exactly what he does to me—he turns me into a puddle. A happy, satisfied puddle of bliss. A greedy one too.

“I think I need more loosening up,” I say with a hint of a challenge. “I’m still… so… tense.”

“You drive me crazy,” he says against my lips, then works my loose shirt over my head.

With eager fingers, I jerk his belt loose.

Our movements grow hungry, our breaths heavy.

“And you—” I clamp my mouth shut as he slides down the front of my writhing body, my leggings in tow. “You surprise me at every turn.”

“Better be a good thing.” He chucks my leggings over his shoulder, leaving me in nothing but my pink-and-white bra and panty set.

“Definitely.” I mean it too.

I’ve meant everything I’ve said to him tonight.

Each time I scream his name while I’m at his mercy, it feels unexpectedly right.

He rakes his hooded gaze over my body, and I use the pause to my advantage.

His appearance is wild and free, his belt unfastened and the zipper of his pants resting open in a V. Red boxers peek through, and my mouth waters.

“Get over here,” I demand.

“Yes, ma’am.”

As he finishes undressing, I unhook my bra and wiggle out of my panties. My racing pulse further spikes when he retrieves a condom from his back pocket, drops his boxers, and works the rubber over his solid cock.

He’s huge.

My gulp is more audible than I intended, and his eyes snap to mine.

“You ready, angel?”

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twenty-four

OWEN

I tease my covered shaft while she nods in answer to my question.

I’m throbbing. Aching. Desperate.

The urge to fill her—to feel her squeeze every inch of me—makes me dizzy. This woman is otherworldly. Special. Fucking Sexy, with a capital F and S.

I’ve never wanted anyone as badly as I want Addison Lockhart.

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