Page 92 of The Best I Never Had

“We made it to a bed,” she says with a breathless laugh.

“Proud of us,” I say, rubbing my nose against hers.

It earns me a giggle, something I’ve never heard from Thea. I love her usual laugh, the raspy sound from somewhere deep inside, but I love this, too. The airy sound, like she’s letting herself have a bit of lightness.

I pull back, almost to the point of leaving her body, then thrust back in, hard. She clenches around me, so tight I almost go over the edge, but I’m not ready for this to be over. My girl hasn’t even come yet, and that’s not acceptable, so I slow my thrusts, grinding against her instead. My hand comes to her clit, rubbing circles, and I’m rewarded when Thea’s head tilts back, thrusting her breasts into my face. When I close my teeth around a nipple again, she shoots off, and I drag my mouth back up to hers just in time to swallow her scream.

Watching Thea come is my new favorite pastime, and I’m so fucking close that if I don’t pause, I’ll finish right here. With my cock seated inside her, I lick and kiss up her neck, whispering praise in her ear. I’m about to start moving again when she scrambles out from under me. My dick aches from the loss of contact, but she pushes my shoulder to lay me down.

“I want to ride you,” she says.

In seconds, she’s thrown her leg over my hip and taken me back inside her. She pins my body with both hands as she moves, and I’m in heaven. Her eyes are trained on my face, watching every shifting expression—the way I respond when she rolls her hips compared to when she bounces, nails down my chest versus a featherlight touch—and I’ve never felt so important. Like my pleasure is the most vital part of the experience for her.

“Take off your bra,” I say, intending it as a command, but it comes out as a plea.

Her lips tilt up in the sexiest smirk as she lifts her hands from my body, sliding the scrap of lace up and over her head and letting me see her fully.

“Better?” she purrs.

“Was already good,” I grunt out. “Always so fucking good for me, Thea.”

She lowers her upper body so our torsos are lined up, bringing our mouths back together. I grip her hips, unable to stop myself from thrusting up into her. It doesn’t take long with me so close to the edge, and my fingers tighten as my hips lift from the bed, pushing as deeply inside her as I can as I come so hard my vision goes white.

She drapes herself over me as we both breathe hard, trying to come down from the high of the last twenty minutes. Eventually, she slides off me, heading to the bathroom while I tie off and throw away the condom. I’m worried she’ll go right for her clothes, but she surprises me by climbing back into bed.

My arms come around her, pulling her as close as she can get. I place a kiss on top of her head, leaving my mouth against those stunning curls even though they tickle my nose. I’ll take the closeness I can get until I can keep her close forever.

Chapter 28

THEA

Owen’s warm at my back. Steady and comforting in a way I’ve never known.

“We need to get dressed,” I say, and his arms tighten a smidge more.

“Not yet.” He nuzzles into my neck, and those damn butterflies are back.

I twist in his arms so that I’m facing him, running my finger along his jaw and up to his lips, and he nips at my finger. He grins so wide at my giggle that those three little terrifying words I’ve never said romantically spring up in my mind. The ecstasy and terror mix inside me like a Mentos dropped into a soda bottle.

I wiggle out of his arms, rushing around to get my clothes. Owen pushes up on his elbow, the comforter pooling around his waist. He’s an erotic fantasy brought to life, all messy hair and firm body and a delicious line of hair just begging to be traced down below the blanket.

His lips kick up in a half smile. “If you keep looking at me like that, I’m going to drag you back into bed.”

“Stay,” I command, narrowing my eyes at him.

He pushes off the bed, crawling toward me with a challenging smirk. “I’m not a dog, Thea.”

I pull my bralette and dress over my head, backing up toward the door. His smile grows, and I know I have seconds before he pounces. I love this side of him, the playfulness that he doesn’t normally show. Another time, I’ll indulge it all day long. But right now, I need to get back to Addy and her to-do list. I slip on my sandals, sacrificing my ruined underwear to the cause of escaping.

I get the door half an inch open before he spins me toward him, pushing me back against it. His hand wraps around my neck, and then he’s devouring me again. I melt into the kiss, incapable of doing anything but accepting it. One more kiss, and I’ll leave.

“You’re terrible at following commands,” I mumble.

He smiles against my lips. “Guess you’ll have to stick around to train me.”

I laugh, pushing against his stomach until he staggers back with a dopey grin on his face.

I stumble out of the door, my smile stretched so wide I resemble the Joker, but the smile falls when I spot Addy leaning against the opposite wall.