Total pages in book: 54
Estimated words: 49416 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 247(@200wpm)___ 198(@250wpm)___ 165(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 49416 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 247(@200wpm)___ 198(@250wpm)___ 165(@300wpm)
“You want me too,” I say, breathless, shifting my ass against that hard length of his.
He groans at the sensation, so I do it again, rising up to let him slide between my thighs as much as I can.
“God, you feel good,” I say, reaching up and gripping his neck from behind. I roll my hips, rocking back against him as he continues to pump me with his fingers.
“You want my cock, don’t you?”
“Yes,” I sigh the answer, shifting against him again to show him just how much.
“Fuck,” he groans, gently pulling his fingers from me. “Condom.”
“I’m on the pill,” I say. “And we’ve already discussed our health records. I’m good if you’re good.”
“Are you sure?” he asks, going still behind me.
I look up at him through hooded eyes, rocking back against him with more leverage now that his hand isn’t in the way. The move has the thick head of his cock grazing through my heat, making me tremble. “I’m sure. I want you. Now.”
“Fuck me,” he says, dipping down to kiss me as he lines up his cock, sinking in an inch.
I pull out of the kiss, gasping as he sinks in further, stretching me in the best damn way.
“Owen,” I sigh his name as he bottoms out, filling me so much deeper from this angle.
Steam wafts around us, the hot water rolling down our joined bodies, making my head spin with all the different sensations.
“Fucking hell, Kitten,” he groans as he pulls all the way out and thrusts inside me again. “You feel so damn good.”
I grip his neck from behind, my other hand falling to his forearm that he wraps around my hips to hold onto me as he fucks me from behind. His other hand returns to my neck as he pumps into me with long, torturous strokes that wind me up tighter than a drum.
Every time he thrusts in to the hilt, I gasp, my senses flaring with need as he pushes me closer and closer to that sweet edge.
I need more, crave more.
I push back against him with each thrust, finding a rhythm easily between us as we lose ourselves to the crashing of our bodies.
The hand on my hip dips between my thighs, his fingers rolling and pressing against my pulsing clit as he pumps into me.
I shiver, my release on the cusp beneath my skin, making me clench around his cock that much harder.
“Fuck, Zoe,” he says, his breath ragged. “Love the way you feel. Like you were fucking made for me. So slick, so hot.”
My hand falls over his between my thighs, urging him to touch me harder.
“Goddamn,” he says at the move, doing as I urge.
I gasp, my heart fluttering as everything in me tightens and narrows to the places we connect—his hand, his cock, my spine flush with his muscled chest. It’s all too much and not enough.
Sparks ignite beneath my skin, spiraling in a wave of pleasure that coils inside me.
“Owen,” I gasp, pushing back against him harder. “Yes. God, I’m coming.”
“Fuck me,” he growls, upping his pace right along with the pressure on my aching clit, sending me flying right over the edge.
I gasp as I come, my release tearing through me in a sharp snap of pleasure that floods my body, tingling over my skin as he draws it out, squeezing every ounce of pleasure out of me until I feel my thighs tremble from the exertion of it. I feel him harden inside me as he growls, his release spilling inside me with several hot, hard strokes.
We catch our breath, the water now lukewarm on our skin before Owen gently moves me, cleaning us up with a touch that is so damn gentle it makes my heart expand in my chest.
I shut the water off after he’s done, grabbing an extra towel and handing it to him.
It’s hard to get dressed for work when all my body wants is to fall back into bed—with Owen in it—but I have patients that are counting on me, so I get ready.
“I’ll drive,” he says after he gets dressed, looking way too good in his usual pair of pants and a black T-shirt. He bends down to kiss the spot on my neck he bit, luckily not hard enough to mark me like he had my breast. I still have a red mark there from last night and couldn’t help but flush when I saw it in the mirror this morning. “And we can grab coffee on the way.”
I spin around, wrapping my arms around him. “You really are a dream,” I say.
He smiles down at me, hefting me up to his level. “If that’s the case, let’s never wake up.”
I kiss him, soft and easy, just because I can. “Deal.”
CHAPTER 11
Owen
It's been nine days since the first time I slept at Zoe’s place, and I've spent every single night there since.