Page 90 of Love on the Waiver Wire

It’s not a nice kiss.

Not sweet.

Not loving.

It’s gnashing teeth and bitten lips. Tongues mingling, fighting desperately for dominance in a hungry display of need.

It’s Owen pushing me harder into the counter as I shove back, challenging him.

And when he’s had enough of me fighting him, it’s Owen fisting my hair, roughly pulling my head to the side, and devouring me.

He starts from my shoulder, making his way up my neck before licking the shell of my ear, his tongue following my jawline before he captures my bottom lip between his teeth, pulling at it.

It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced in my life.

My breathing becomes labored as I reach up, tossing my apron away before clawing at Owen’s shirt.

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Ifeel what little control I have left disappear as I grab my shirt, tugging it over my head like she asked for. I’ve been sweating up a storm in this god damn kitchen, and my pants are so tight from being so goddamn turned on that I can barely take it.

But I don’t have to worry about taking them off myself, because Isla hurriedly fumbles with my belt, practically ripping it off before pulling my jeans off. My dick springs free, tenting my briefs underneath.

But I don’t want to worry about that right now. For now, it’s her.

It’s always been her.

Catching her hands before they can do more damage, I run my hands up her arms, watching the goosebumps appear as I go. I can feel her watching me, trying to figure out my next move.

When I reach her shoulders, my fingers play with the strap of her bra, my eyes finally lazily meeting hers.

She nods, and with her permission, my fingers find their way under her bra, grabbing the bottom and tugging up as she lifts her arms.

Fuck.

I’ve never seen a more perfect sight in my entire life.

Isla Warner, topless, her pierced nipples hard from my touch.

My fingers reach out to them, running over one gently as I watch her reaction to see if it hurts. Her eyes roll back as she lets her head hang, and I grab her hair, carefully pulling her hair clip out so it can fall free around her.

“Do they hurt?” I ask.

She shakes her head, her chin dropping low as she looks up at me. When she tries to fall to her knees, I grab her, instead throwing her on the counter.

She lets out a squeak as her back hits the cold stone, and when she tries to get up, I push her back down.

“What—”

“I’ve been waiting to taste you for months, pretty girl, just let me have this first, okay?”

Her eyes are giant and look more black than green as she watches me hook my fingers into her shorts, pulling them down slowly. Propped up on her elbows, Isla watches my every move.

Grabbing more whipped cream, I bring it to her belly, trailing it down to her gorgeous cunt.

Lowering my head, I run my tongue down her, licking and kissing her burning skin, her face flushed as her breathing speeds up.

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