Page 96 of Love You Madly

“Morning, Kitty,” he practically purrs in my ear, his voice still thick with sleep and amusement.

God… why does that nickname make my pussy clench?

“Morning,” I whisper back, feeling the heat rise in my cheeks. My mind spins, both from the warmth of his touch and the nagging voice in my head wondering what happens next.

He starts to kiss a slow, deliberate trail down my neck, rolling me gently onto my back. His lips are warm, sending goosebumps across my skin as his fingers lightly brush up and down my arm. I laugh, the self-consciousness creeping in. "Owen, wait. I have morning breath."

He chuckles against my skin, undeterred, as his lips travel lower, lifting my shirt just enough to expose the lace thong beneath. A low growl escapes him when he notices the lace, and I feel a surge of heat flood through me.

He meets my gaze with a mischievous glint. "Your mouth isn’t the only place I plan to kiss you this morning." His voice is low, filled with promise, as his hand trails upward, cupping my breast and teasing my nipple with his lips.

“Really?” I manage to ask, trying to sound casual but failing miserably.

“Mmmhmm,” he murmurs, his thumb brushing over my nipple before he pulls back just enough to smirk at me. "I’m starving. Breakfast is the most important meal of the day, you know."

His grin is wicked, and I can’t help the flush that creeps up my neck. "Breakfast, huh?"

He nods, leaning in to kiss me lower. "Though, I wasn’t exactly thinking of pancakes." He pauses, his lips hovering dangerously close to my belly button. "Unless that’s what you want...?"

“After,” I say quickly, my breath hitching as his mouth makes contact with my skin again.

He slowly pulls down my panties and tosses them aside as I whimper. As he lowers himself to kiss me again, he brings his hand from its place on my hips to gently brush over the lips of my pussy, making me squirm. I gasp as he slides a finger inside me and quickly adds a second and moves them in and out of me excruciatingly slow.

Owen continues his pace and places soft kisses against my hip joints on each side of my inner thigh. He teases me by exhaling as he moves from one side to the next without allowing his lips to touch my slickening arousal. As my toes curl with anticipation, he slides the pad of his thumb between my sex and moves it in small circles against my clit.

I have never been so close to orgasm this quickly before in my life. And I am certain that this time, it isn’t just the pregnancy hormones that have me worked up like this. This man is taking his time to explore my body. He is attentive and every time he does something that gets a reaction out of me, I swear I can see the spark in his eyes.

He brings his mouth close to my clit and makes contact in the same instant that he moves his thumb away. He nips and sucks my most sensitive bundle of nerves, and I swear, I stop breathing. Nothing has ever felt this fucking good. I don’t think it’s possible that anything will ever feel this good again… That is, until he starts working his fingers at a faster pace, curling them up to hit the perfect spot. I feel an intense hot wave rolling over me as he sucks my bundle of nerves harder. His name is on repeat coming from my lips like the most beautifully broken record and I cannot hold back any longer.

“I’m going to–”

He hums into me, the vibration sending me over the edge, and I come hard, my body trembling beneath his touch. It’s like nothing I’ve ever experienced before, and as I ride the wave, I feel myself let go completely, no longer holding anything back.

Owen pulls away slowly, his eyes dark with satisfaction as he kisses his way back up my body. His beard glistens, and I’m desperate to taste myself on his lips. He knows it too.

He hovers above me, his mouth tantalizingly close. And when he finally kisses me, I lose myself all over again, the intensity of it sending another wave of heat through my body.

But then he pulls back, his breath coming fast as he looks down at me, a teasing smile playing on his lips. "You’re making it hard to stick to my three-date rule, Kitty."

I groan, rolling my eyes. “You and that rule...”

“Hey,” he says, kissing my forehead. “It’s not easy for me either. But I want this to be right."

I smile, though frustration simmers beneath the surface. He’s right, of course. I don’t want to rush things either, not with him. But God, it’s hard to resist.

“Trust me,” he says in a low, gravely tone that might make me orgasm all on its own. “I’m torturing myself more than I am you, I can assure you.”

“Somehow, I doubt that,” I say with a grin, reaching for my panties and sliding them back on, the cool fabric brushing against my skin. I catch his eyes lingering on me, a playful smile tugging at his lips as he leans back, relaxed but still watching.

“So,” he says, his voice warm and easy, “how do you like your eggs?”

forty-two

EVERYTHING YOU WANT - VERTICAL HORIZON

OWEN - JULY 20, 2013

Ilean over Callie and my fingers brush a stray strand of hair from her face. The taste of her still lingers on my lips, the sweetness of her skin and the way she responded to my touch etched into my memory. I’m not ready to leave this moment, but if I don’t stop now, I’m never going to stop and I don’t want to fuck this up with her. I don’t want to be just another fuck for her. Because she’s not just another fuck for me.

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