Page 155 of Forgot to Tell You Something

“Holy fuck, Darlin,” Owen murmurs, raking his bold gaze along every inch of my body.

His hands start at my shoulders, skimming along my breasts, now a cup size larger, down across my baby bump to my hips. His breath hitches as he palms my rounded abdomen.

It’s the first time Owen has seen me naked since I’ve popped. I feel beautiful, carrying our child, but I’m uncertain if Owen shares that sentiment. “Am I still sexy?”

“You’re so far beyond sexy. God, look at this body.”

His words stoke the fire smoldering in my core, and I crave his hands all over me. How the hell did I even last this long? “Bit more of me now than there was before.”

He sends me a sexy smirk as his tongue slides along the curve of my belly. “More to love, Darlin.”

I pull at my restraints, arching my back against him when he takes my nipple between his teeth, teasing the tip. “Can you untie me?”

“Not yet,” he murmurs, suckling my breast.

A shiver of delight courses through my body from the slick friction of his tongue. “Turn off the lights, Owen.”

“No way in hell. I want to see every inch of you.”

“But the ambiance,” I argue, knowing damn well how he’ll respond.

“Screw the ambiance. I’m going to watch your face as I make you come again and again.” He hovers over me, and I see all the desire raging in his face. “You are exquisite, Tally. Never hide this body from me again. Do you understand?”

I nod, captivated by his intense stare. I have to admit that his displays of dominance make me hot as hell. “Are you ever going to kiss me?”

“Everywhere,” Owen smiles, tangling one hand in my hair as his lips claim mine. His free hand drifts down my body, his fingers sliding inside me. I buck against his palm, moaning into his mouth. “Demanding, aren’t you?”

“You’re offering,” I murmur against his lips as his fingers pump into me.

“Damn straight. And you’re going to take everything I give you.” Using his tongue as a guide, he skims along my body until his head is between my legs. “I’ll give you one last warning,” he murmurs, his teeth sinking into the flesh of my upper thigh. “If you think for one second that I’m not enjoying this, I will hold you down and lick you until your pussy is raw from orgasms.”

“That’s the hottest threat ever.”

“I have no issue making good on that threat.” His tongue circles my clit, and I arch off the bed.

“I swear, I’m even more sensitive now.”

“You shouldn’t have said that.”

I meet his gaze, heady with lust. “Why not?”

“You’ve just given me free rein to torture your delicious body all the time now.”

“You wouldn’t really torture me, would you?” I counter with a grin.

Wrong. It’s delicious torture, but it’s torture, nonetheless. Owen teases me open, his tongue sliding along my folds, as I grasp at the ties holding me hostage. He is merciless, his hands cupping my ass, holding me fast as my entire body vibrates with pleasure.

With a jerk, I shatter, my climax ripping through every cell. Owen releases a heated groan, low in his throat, but he’s far from finished. His tongue continues to work me over, coaxing me to the edge and wringing spasms of pleasure from my body.

“Please,” I beg, my body throbbing with desire.

Owen drops a kiss on my thigh, before wiping his mouth on the sheet. The man is a god at oral sex, and he can worship me anytime. “Please what?”

“I need you inside me. Now,” I breathe. “Don’t make me wait any longer.”

His fingers slide along my rib cage as I arch toward him, desperate for his touch. But Owen isn’t caving to my desires. He wants me to beg.

One hand slips between my heat, sliding along the slick skin, his fingers dipping deep inside me. He grips my thighs, hoisting my ass up and guiding my legs around him.

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