Page 55 of Fastlander Fealty

It was his intoxicating masculine scent mixed with his cologne.

It was the warmth of skin under her fingertips, and memorizing the curves of his muscles, and of his scars.

When she slid her hands under his shirt and ran her fingertips up his abs, he eased out of the kiss. “Woman, keep going and we will not be leaving this room tonight.”

“That’s not a bad thing,” she murmured.

“Here is the thing. I have pushed too fast too far with women, that’s been my gig, but you’re different.”

She didn’t like hearing about other women, but she did like his honesty.

“I’m trying to treat you right,” he rumbled.

“Fine,” she quipped, biting back a smile. “I don’t even want to sleep with you anyways.” She stomped her little boots toward the door and yelped as he picked her up front behind and spun her around.

“You little turd, I know you want to sleep with me. Your animal is practically begging me to cover you,” he ground out, lowering her slowly as she giggled away. He tickled her ribs and she wiggled and laughed harder.

He gripped her hair at the nape of her neck and eased her into the bathroom, and pushed her downward until she locked her arms against the sink.

“Needy little thing,” he growled from behind her, seriousness filling his tone.

The hungry look in his eyes softened the giggles in her throat, and she felt bold and wicked. She locked her legs and pushed up on her tiptoes, swayed her ass at him temptingly.

He leaned back and gripped her hips, stared down at the movement there, then pushed his pelvis against her, ground once and she could feel him so easily. Big man.

He blinked slow and lifted those bright blue eyes to hers in the mirror. Slowly, he pressed his chest against the length of her back and slid his hand from her hips to the button of her jean shorts.

A devilish smile she didn’t even recognize took her lips and she leaned her head back, held him with her gaze as he unfastened her shorts. She thought he would push them down her thighs, but he didn’t. Instead, he slid his hand down the front of her panties tantalizingly slowly. His fingertips brushed her sex and he rubbed her there, taking his sweet time. Ooooh. She rolled her eyes closed and arched her back more.

Owen wrapped his other arm around her middle and rolled his hips against her again, and she reached back and gripped his thigh. A shuddering sigh escaped him, and he rolled against her again.

“Will he do it,” she asked softly.

“Will he do what?” he asked in a voice that was too gritty to be human.

“Will he go too far with the traitor? No turning back if he does.”

The wickedness of his smile as he slid his finger into her nearly brought her to her knees. She groaned and pushed back into him just to feel his stone hard erection against her ass through their clothes.

She wanted more of him, but this tease was so delicious.

“So wet,” he rumbled against her ear, then bit it gently as he pressed his finger into her again. On the third stroke, he added a second finger, and she groaned as he hit her just right.

“Beg me,” he whispered.

“I don’t beg.”

“Mmm,” he moaned. “I like a challenge.” He pulled her back against him with the pressure of his fingers stroking into her, and she could feel him so well, it turned her on even more. God, she’d never wanted anything more than him.

She arched her back for him again, rolling her hips backward. He stroked into her deeper and she uttered his name brokenly.

“Oh, you’re close, aren’t you?” his soft voice echoed against her ear. “You gonna come for me, Silver? I need it. Tell me when you’re close.”

“Deeper?” she gasped out.

He responded immediately.

“Right there!”

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