Page 32 of Sweet and Salty

I think about that, his nightclub and the drama that likely brings on a weekly basis, and then his private contract work, which takes him to scary places I would’ve never thought about if not for being thrust into that type of world.

“That’s not fair,” I say, stroking him again. He groans, his hand snaking between us to tease me between my thighs. “You’re so much more than your jobs, Owen,” I say, gasping as he glides those fingers through my wetness. “And I keep telling you, I’m not scared of you.”

Something shudders in his eyes at that statement, cracking open a piece of him I’ve never seen before. He slants his mouth over mine in a passionate, dominate kiss that I arch into. I stroke him longer, harder, relishing the low growl that rumbles from his chest at my touch?—

Breaking our kiss, he spins me around, bringing my spine flush with his muscled chest. One hand is at my throat, the touch light yet claiming as he tips my head back so I can look up at him behind me. His other hand slides around my hip, returning to his delicious teasing.

The water spills over us from the side, the hot drops gliding down my sensitive skin. I rock back against him, relishing the feel of him hard behind me.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he whispers into my ear, lightly biting the lobe while he slides two fingers inside my heat.

I gasp at the sweet heat that radiates from his touch, from the way he’s working in me into tight white-hot knots.

“Look at you all wet and ready for me,” he says, sliding his hand from my throat down and over my breasts, pinching my nipple until it’s rosy and peaked for him before doing it to the other.

The sensation has me tightening, clenching around his fingers as I unabashedly rock against his hand, chasing that release I know he’s more than capable of delivering.

“You want me too,” I say, breathless, shifting my ass against that hard length of his.

He groans at the sensation, so I do it again, rising up to let him slide between my thighs as much as I can.

“God, you feel good,” I say, reaching up and gripping his neck from behind. I roll my hips, rocking back against him as he continues to pump me with his fingers.

“You want my cock, don’t you?”

“Yes,” I sigh the answer, shifting against him again to show him just how much.

“Fuck,” he groans, gently pulling his fingers from me. “Condom.”

“I’m on the pill,” I say. “And we’ve already discussed our health records. I’m good if you’re good.”

“Are you sure?” he asks, going still behind me.

I look up at him through hooded eyes, rocking back against him with more leverage now that his hand isn’t in the way. The move has the thick head of his cock grazing through my heat, making me tremble. “I’m sure. I want you. Now.”

“Fuck me,” he says, dipping down to kiss me as he lines up his cock, sinking in an inch.

I pull out of the kiss, gasping as he sinks in further, stretching me in the best damn way.

“Owen,” I sigh his name as he bottoms out, filling me so much deeper from this angle.

Steam wafts around us, the hot water rolling down our joined bodies, making my head spin with all the different sensations.

“Fucking hell, Kitten,” he groans as he pulls all the way out and thrusts inside me again. “You feel so damn good.”

I grip his neck from behind, my other hand falling to his forearm that he wraps around my hips to hold onto me as he fucks me from behind. His other hand returns to my neck as he pumps into me with long, torturous strokes that wind me up tighter than a drum.

Every time he thrusts in to the hilt, I gasp, my senses flaring with need as he pushes me closer and closer to that sweet edge.

I need more, crave more.

I push back against him with each thrust, finding a rhythm easily between us as we lose ourselves to the crashing of our bodies.

The hand on my hip dips between my thighs, his fingers rolling and pressing against my pulsing clit as he pumps into me.

I shiver, my release on the cusp beneath my skin, making me clench around his cock that much harder.

“Fuck, Zoe,” he says, his breath ragged. “Love the way you feel. Like you were fucking made for me. So slick, so hot.”

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