Page 25 of The Parent Pick-Up
I’m throbbing by the time his fingers slip over my clit. And when his thumb presses right where I need it, I cry out. He swallows my plea for more with a searing kiss. His tongue plunges into my mouth as his fingers thrust inside me.
The rhythm is slow and deep, his tongue and his fingers on the same melody as he plays me to perfection.
My heart pounds hard and fast as his fingers take me to the brink of ecstasy. Then, suddenly he stops.
I blink in surprise and disappointment as he reaches behind me and shuts off the water.
“We didn’t get clean,” I say, shivering in the chilly air.
He hushes me with another searing kiss and cinches my body to his. Gripping my thighs, he lifts me into his arms and carries me out of the shower.
“We can get clean later,” he says.
We’re soaking wet as we land on his bed in a tangle of arms and legs. His warm mouth chases away the cold, and in a matter of minutes, we’re so hot, a sheen of sweat breaks out on our skin.
He kisses me all over, burying his tongue inside me, teasing and tasting every sensitive spot until I wrap my legs and arms around him, demanding he give me more.
More. More.
I don’t realize I’m saying it out loud until I hear feel the rumble of his laugh against my chest.
“You don’t have to beg,” he says, rolling off me. “I want it, too.”
He’s gone for a moment, and I hear the creaking of a drawer. Then, he’s back and covering me with kisses again. He presses the plastic-wrapped square in my hand, leaving the control in my hands.
Our gazes meet, and I know he would stop if I wanted him too. There’s something in his gaze that heats me from all the way to the roots of my hair.
I want him more than I’ve ever wanted anyone in my life.
I tear the package open. The sound is deafening in the sudden silence.
He takes the condom from me and rolls it on, never tearing his gaze away.
And then he slides inside me. We’re joined.Finally.
He sinks into me as if finding home, and my hips rise to meet his, matching each thrust with my own demands.
I moan his name. He whispers mine. Our voices intertwine as our bodies move together.
The smell of sweat and sex mingles with the scent of the sea that drifts in through the open window. A cool breeze slides over our heated bodies.
Hard and fast, we drive each other to the point of no return. Under my caress, Owen loses the tight grip on his control. Hisvoice is an unrecognizable groan when he lets go and buries his head in the crook of my shoulder.
His raw noises of pleasure in my ear unleash a rush inside me. I’ve never felt so safe and so wild at the same time.
It doesn’t occur to me until I’m drifting off to sleep in his embrace to wonder why he has condoms at the ready in his nightstand.
Chapter Ten
Owen
We sleep for a few hours,exhausted from the long day and the intense sex, then wake up to our stomachs rumbling.
As we get dressed, I can’t help noticing our matching style.
“It’s almost like we planned this,” I say, pointing at our reflections in the mirror over the dresser.
We’re both wearing blue robes. Hers is denim blue, nearly the color of her eyes, and made of something soft and plush. Mine is navy blue plaid flannel, and the stripe matches her robe perfectly.
