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“I let youthinkyou’re in charge.”
“You’re a handful.” He spins me around and I drink him in, the flushed cheeks, wild blue eyes and a body fit for a museum sculpture.
“You’rea handful.” I stroke the length of him, swallowing at the satisfying weight in my palm.
The cool air makes my nipples peak further. As if he senses my need, he drops his head to one stiff peak and draws it into his mouth. The hot wetness of his lips and gentle flicking of his tongue has me squirming against him, squeezing him and stroking him firmly in response.
“What did I say about going slowly?” he growls.
“Going slow is for wimps.” I grin wickedly.
“Temptress.” His eyes flash and he hoists me over his shoulder, a palm landing down on my butt with a loud crack.
“Oh!” Warmth spreads through me and I’m tingling all over.
He carries me to the bed as if I weigh nothing, and he sets me down with a gentle reverence. For a heartbeat he only looks, his eyes like blue fire and his face set into a mask of wonder as if I’m the most beautiful woman in the world. In that moment, I feel as though I am. But the spell vanishes when his face morphs into one of pure heat.
“Get on all fours,” he says.
Biting back a moan at the sexy command, I comply and climb onto the bed, facing away from him and sticking my ass in the air. It’s like he has the controller to my body. The rustling of a foil packet gets my attention. I’d only stashed the one in my wallet last night.
“Where did you get that?” I turn to look over my shoulder.
He breaks his confident-Owen façade for a minute and a shy smile slips over his face. “I stopped on the way back to the apartment. Just in case you wanted...”
He was thinking about it. Thinking about me. I whip my head back around so he can’t see how I’m slayed. How does he do this to me? But before I can spiral, he’s behind me.
“All good?” His voice is softer now, thick with desire.
I nod.
“Say it, Anderson.” His lips trail down my spine. “Nice and loud.”
“Yes.” I swallow. “I want this.”
Then he’s filling me, burying himself deep. Each stroke brings me closer to the edge. He slips a hand around my waist and dips between my legs, finding my sweet spot.
“I don’t even want to know how you’re so good.” I press back into him, receiving each long, deep thrust with pleasure.
“Build-up. Years and years of you tempting the shit out of me.”
I press my face down into the bed covers and lose myself. The sounds of us fucking—skin slapping and hard breathing and hearts thundering—fill my head. It’s so good I can’t speak anymore. I’m melting into sensation.
So good, so good, so good...
“Fuck, Hannah.”
My name is a strangled plea on his lips, and it’s enough to send me over one more time. I shudder, my body spasming with pleasure. It sets off a chain reaction, and he’s thrusting deep. His body covers mine, and he whispers dirty things into my ear. Telling me all the ways he’s thought about having me, all the ways he wants to have me.
I know it’s the sex talking, but I let myself believe for a second that it’s real.
Then he pushes deep inside and follows me into oblivion. As the fireworks fade, he lowers himself onto the bed and pulls me against him.
“Good?” His hand traces designs over my thigh. Each touch is feather-light, worlds apart from where we were moments ago.
I nod, unable to form words. My brain stutters like he’s short-circuited me.
“I didn’t hurt you, did I?” There’s a sweet note of concern in his voice, perhaps a tinge of regret.
