Page 20 of Taking The Virgin

Chapter8

He sweepsme into a fierce kiss that I respond to with every pulse raging through me. I pull at his hair, so lost in him, so lost in the pounding of the water on our bodies as his mouth plundersmine.

I’m nothing but a curl of steam that’s dissipating moment by carnal moment, formless and desperate. He parts my lips with his tongue, entering me so slowly and seductively that I go weak, clutching at him. My blood is hot, crashing through me, destroyingme.

Dizzy for him, helpless forhim…

He fists a bunch of my hair, then pulls me back from his lips. My mouth is burning, throbbing formore.

“Tell me why you followed me here, Red,” he whispers roughly.

“You alreadyknow.”

“I want to hear you sayit.”

At his demanding tone, I feel my pussy go humid. My clit beats for his touch. Water drenches my bra and panties, leaving next to nothing between him andme.

I look into his deep, dark eyes. “I came back here because Iwant…”

The words burn away in my throat. Even now, I’m shy, not used to asking for something I want so badly.

He slowly runs his fingertips up my waist, and I squirm as my pussy begs for him to move downward instead, to touch me there, then fuck me senseless.

“What do you want?” heasks.

I bite my lip when he gets to my bra. His hungry gaze is on my full breasts, and I look down to see the thin, white cotton plastered to my pink, peaked nipples. Nothing is left to the imagination, and the sight arouses me evenmore.

“I want,” I finally say, “you to fuckme.”

“When?”

He’s teasingme.

“Now,” I say. “Fuck menow.”

His smirk is arrogant. “I’m inclined to make you wait a little. To make you beg forit.”

He drags his thumb around my nipple, and I press my nails into his brawnyarms.

Then out of nowhere he swings me until my back is to the wall, and I vaguely see water from the open shower door spraying over my clothes that litter the floor. Owen hasn’t noticed the mess. Or maybe he’s too damned busy tocare.

Maybe he likes the disorganization I constantly bring into his perfectly orderly world…

He expertly undoes the back clasp of my bra, then throws it in back of him, out of the shower. He’s adding to the damp clutter on the floor. As he slides his palms over my heavy breasts, I moan. He kneads them, and I raise my arms over my head, luxuriating in the thrills that are electrifying every part ofme.

“Shit,” he murmurs. “Do you know how fucking hot you are with these tits? I think my dirty little girl really does know, and she came back here because she knew I can’t get my mind off them. She knew I wanted to fuckher.”

“Yes.”

His fondling is making me insane. I want him to play with me like this—almost rough, definitely ready, slow and steady—but there’s a sharp need that’s growing in my core, and it’s not going to stay quiet for long. It’s building into a low inner cry, threatening to become a scream if he doesn’t fill me up with his cocksoon.

As the breadth of his body shields me, water pelts off of his skin. He coasts a hand down my stomach, over my belly. When he dips his fingers into my soaked panties, I rise to my tiptoes on a wave of passion. At the same time he presses his mouth to mine, then strokes his tongue inside. I kiss him back, long and slow as he glides his finger between my slick folds. I move my legs apart, silently asking him to keep rubbing me likethis.

And he does, lazily ravishing my mouth with his tongue, maddeningly stroking my pussy with his expert finger. I start to slide down the wall, but his muscular arm catchesme.

He breaks the kiss, his breathing strained as he looks down at me. His gaze is on fire as he begins to work my clit, drawing his finger around it, then pressing just above it to a sensitive spot I never knew I had. The pressure brings a languid, fervent moan out ofme.

Aplea.

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