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“Very much.” He leaned in and ran his mouth over the upper curve of her breasts, kissing and letting his tongue dip under the lacy edge. Her breathing got more ragged when he sucked on a nipple through the fabric of the bra. Sophie arched closer to him.
“I’m in trouble,” she whispered, her voice shaky.
“Yes, you are,” Owen said. He still had her hands in his, so he brought their joined hands to the front of his jeans so she could feel just how much he wanted her.
Her fingers gripped him immediately and a seductive smile appeared on her face. “I like this.”
So did he. He closed his eyes for a second, just enjoying her touch. When he opened his eyes, she was staring at him intently. She had to know that she had all the power at the moment. He’d do anything for her.
“I want to get naked. Now,” she said. He could meet her halfway on that request, so he released his hold on her hands with the intention of removing her jeans. Before he could make a move, she was unbuttoning his shirt. “I’ve wanted to get this shirt off you all day.”
“You almost did, in that closet.”
Her nimble fingers quickly had all the buttons undone, and she was pulling the shirt from his waistband. She pushed it off his shoulders and let it drop to the floor. “This is what I wanted to get to.” Her hands splayed across his pecs and squeezed the muscle before moving down his abs. “And this. You’re incredible, Owen McCormick.”
“Right back at you.” He hadn’t forgotten her in that black bikini.
“You should see the rest of me.” She walked two fingers back up his body.
“I plan to see every inch of you before the night’s over,” he promised.
“Night?” she teased. “I thought this was going to be an hour.”
“That’s just the first time.” He cupped her face and kissed her, their bodies coming together. Her hands went to his back and then lower, slipping into his back pockets and squeezing his butt. She didn’t play fair.
As the kiss deepened, he started to undress her. First, he unsnapped her bra and pulled it off, filling his hands with the warm fullness of her breasts. Next, he unzipped her jeans and broke from her mouth to kiss down her body until he was kneeling in front of her. Slowly, he slid her pants over her hips and legs before helping her step out of them. Her panties were sexy, pink lace, like her bra.
“Take them off,” she whispered.
“Soon.” He traced his finger between her legs, pressing against the lace. Even through the fabric he could feel her dampness. “You’re wet.”
“You’re hard. Those two things are designed to go together if you’ll ever get around to it.”
He nudged the lace aside and stroked her, feeling her folds and clit, and making her moan. She widened her legs, giving him greater access. “Do you want to lie down?” he asked.
She shook her head. Her hands were touching his head and shoulders, wherever she could reach.
He leaned in and kissed her thighs briefly but kept up steady pressure with his fingers, rubbing and playing in her wet heat until he slipped two fingers inside her. She gasped, tightening her hold on him, as she rocked back and forth until he felt her tremble all over.
“God, that’s amazing,” she whispered as she climaxed.
Amazing seemed to be her favorite word when it came to him. He’d take it because that’s the way she made him feel. Before she could come all the way back down from the orgasm, he rose and lifted her with him, her legs going around him to bring her heat to his hardness, nearly making him stagger with desire.
He wanted to bury himself in her, but not yet. He wanted to love her more, love her everywhere just as he’d promised. She started a kiss as he walked toward the bed with her in his arms. Slowly, without breaking the kiss, he lowered her to the mattress. He separated their bodies enough to remove her panties and the rest of his clothes. She sighed when their bodies were finally pressed against each other with no barriers.
“You cheated,” she said. “You made me content, so I wouldn’t be in a hurry.”
“That’s not cheating.” He was kissing the warm skin of her shoulder. “That’s…doing it right.” He’d almost said making love because that’s what it felt like. This wasn’t a hook-up or good sex. It was something more.
“Never figured you for a by-the-book kind of guy.”
“It works when I’m writing the book.” His lips were hovering over her nipple.
She laughed softly. “That might be a touch arrogant.”
“You let me know later about that,” he said before taking her nipple in his mouth. Words were lost after that as he kissed from her breasts to her hips and over her stomach. He was about to part her legs when she rolled away from him and sat up. He stilled immediately, worried. Had he done something she didn’t like? He waited, watching her.
“I want to write a chapter, too,” she said. “Come here.” She gestured alongside her on the bed, so he stretched out on his back in the space. “I wanted a good look at you, too.” Her eyes were roaming over him from his chest to his hard dick and down his legs.
