Page 47 of Taking The Virgin

“What?” I ask innocently. “Is there something in particular you wanted tosee?”

His smile is brittle, but it’s a real smile, and a pop of eagerness splashes throughme.

“Maybe,” I say as I lower my arm from my chest, “this is what youwant?”

He devours my bared breasts with his gaze. Courage scratches through me, and I hook my thumbs into the sides of my panties, then start to lower them. Owen takes a step out of the doorway but doesn’t come any closer.

“Lower,” he says, and he means it. He wants me to start stripping faster.

I pull down the scrap of lace, but only until I show him a hint of the landing strip of hair on my pussy.

“Lower,” he growls.

My belly has started to quake. Even after being with him so many times, I’m unprepared for his intensity…andmine.

I’m getting dizzy, my heartbeat taking me over as I slowly lower my panties all the way, then step out ofthem.

As Owen lavishes me with his dark gaze, I quiver some more. The tips of my breasts are so stimulated they ache, and my clit is so aroused that I feel as if I’m full of steam, building up to a fast orgasm.

“There’s one more thing for you to show me,” he says, stepping toward the pool, then taking his hands out of his pockets.

Name it, I think, and it’s yours.

He jerks his chin at me, his eyes on my pussy. A gush of heat drenchesme.

“Come on,” he murmurs. “I want to see how turned on youare.”

Does hemean…?

I bite my lip, knowing exactly what he wants, and I give it to him by smoothing my hand down my stomach then over my belly where the tiny muscles flicker. Then I slip my fingers between the slick folds of my sex, spreading my lips for him with a wet sound.

As he takes in the sight of my exposed clit, it throbs harder. I hold back a groan.

Owen slowly begins to loosen his tie, then abandons it, leaving it askew. Normally he’d never leave it so sloppy, but now he’s half-savage, his wildness dying to come out of him all theway.

“Touch yourself,” he says tightly.

Something coils within me, primed to burst. I do as he tells me, because I’ve been waiting for it, hoping he’d defile me like this tonight.

As I slide my middle finger over my clit, I gasp. I stroke myself as Owen grips his tie and yanks at it until it’s free, then tosses it to the deck. He begins to work at his jacket.

“You’re wet for me,” he says. “Fuck, I can hear it even from here while you touch yourself.”

“That’s how you make me.” I don’t know where I get the guts to say that, but my temperature is high, pounding inside of me with fits and starts as I keep teasing my clit. “All I have to do is think of you to get likethis.”

“Good,” Owen growls. “But now I want you to get all wet forme.”

At first I don’t understand, but I see how his eyes are glowing with need, and I want to learn how to turn him on until he can’t live without me. Want to so badly.

He roughly undoes his cuffs. “I want you to cool off in that water before I get you hot all over again, my dirty littlegirl.”

Part of me ignites at the name, but another part feels as if we’ve gone back to night one, when I was his highly paid escort and nothingmore.

It’s as if this afternoon at my house didn’t happen.

But my body is too far gone for him, and I play his game, stepping into the pool and then coasting into the water until the liquid warmth swallowsme.

He’s got his button down all the way off now, and the sight of his powerful torso sends a fiery bolt through me. As heat consumes me, I dip all the way into the water to cool off, just as he wants me to, submerging myself until I’m holding my breath and silence surrounds me. Only the raging thud of my heartbeat interrupts the void as my hair flows aroundme.

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