Page 66 of His Secret Wish

She kissed the underside of his chin. He moved his head, giving her more room. She kissed and nipped at his skin, his stubble scratchy against her lips.

He pulled back, cradling her head in his hand. “I don’t think we should do this.”

She knew he wasn’t rejecting her, was trying to protect her, but it didn’t stop the sting. And she needed this. A moment where everything fell away, and it was just them. Even if it was just for a little while.

“Please, Owen. Make love to me.”

He scanned her face, his eyebrows drawn together. His gaze crashed into hers. “Are you sure?”

“Yes.” She pressed another kiss against his chin, then his lips. He remained still, letting her take the lead. She swiped her tongue against his lips, begging him to open for her.

He groaned and opened his mouth, his tongue coming out to meet hers. The kiss was soft, unhurried, the perfect distraction. She swept her tongue against his in a dance, his taste branding her tongue. It was familiar and comforting. Exactly what she needed.

She pushed him over onto his back, climbing over him to straddle his hips, never breaking the kiss. His erection was growing, pushing against her in promise. She rocked her hips against him gently, sending sparks skipping through her.

He grabbed her hips, not trying to speed her up, or stop her, just holding on. The heat of his grip soaked through her yoga pants, just like always. She planted her hands on either side of his head. He stared up at her, his lips plumped and shiny. His gaze held hers, and she wanted to tip head first into their icy blue depths.

She pushed herself up, the change in position rubbing her pussy harder against his denim covered cock. He moaned, his hips flexing under her. The sparks inside her ignited, turning to flames, burning everything else away except this moment.

No thinking, no feeling, just doing.

She grabbed the bottom off his shirt, yanking it up. He helped her pull it off and tossed it on the floor. She ran her hands over the peaks and valleys of his torso, loving the way the muscles jumped beneath her fingers. He was so beautiful.

He slid his hand under the hem of her t-shirt. His touch against her skin made goosebumps chase themselves across her belly. She whisked her t-shirt off over her head, tossing it aside before tackling her bra. It, too, was deposited on the floor. Her breasts felt heavy and achy, her nipples hard little points.

His gaze devoured her, making her nipples tighten even more. He slid his hands up her waist, cupped her breasts, rubbed his thumbs against her nipples. Electricity slid through her, a direct connection from her breasts to her core. Her pussy fluttered, moisture flooding her.

He sat up, wrapping his arms around her to keep her in his lap, and sucked her nipple into his mouth. The hot, wet pull of his lips made her moan. He lashed his tongue against it, flicking rapidly. She leaned her head back, spearing her fingers into his hair to hold him close.

She couldn’t help but flex her hips against the hard bulge in his jeans. Even through the fabric, the movement hit her clit in just the right way. She stifled a groan, not wanting anyone who might be passing by to know what was going on. Her skin was on fire, everything centered on the flex of her hips, the pull of his lips.

He gave one last hard suck, the kind that made her pant, and moved to the other breast. She rubbed his scalp, her fingernails scratching against his skin. He made a deep sound in his chest, sucking harder. His grip on her waist tightened.

Her hips flexed sharply against his. Each forward press sent heat rushing through her, sensation gathering behind her clit. He moved his hands down, cupping her ass, pulling her tight against him. His grip was hot, his hands forcing her against him, urging her to go faster.

He pulled back from her breast. “That’s a good girl. Are you going to come for me?”

The richness of his voice, the dirty question, made her entire body tingle. She lifted her head and nodded frantically. Each time her clit rubbed against him, she whimpered. She was inching closer and closer to the edge, straining to get there, needing to fly.

He took her nipple into his mouth again, sucking hard, and then biting down on the sensitive bud. It was barely hard enough to hurt, but it was just what she needed to tip over.

Her muscles tensed, her thighs squeezing him hard. Star burst behind her eyes, a fireworks show more beautiful than any she’d seen before. She opened her mouth, but nothing came out. Her pussy shuddered, empty, searching for something to clamp down on.

She ground her clit fiercely against him, milking her orgasm for everything it was worth. Her entire body trembled. He switched to her other breast, treating her other nipple to the same gentle bite, sending another cascade of sensation through her. Her muscles tightened again, and her trembling increased. She managed to suck in a deep breath, her lungs burning from the lack of oxygen.

Finally, the last of her orgasm drifted away, leaving her shaky and electric. She fell forward against him, laying her cheek against his shoulder. Breathing felt hard, and she took a moment to try to get it under control.

He murmured soothing words to her, skimming his fingers up and down her back. It was one of her favorite gestures, and the fact he remembered made her feel weepy again.

“Why don’t you lay down and rest?” He kissed her shoulder, his lips soft against her skin.

She lifted her head. “I still need you.” To prove her point, she rocked her hips. A shiver snaked through her. He moaned deep in his throat. “I need you to make love to me.”

“Are you sure?” He pressed a quick, gentle kiss to her mouth. “We don’t have to.”

The fact he even asked, was so concerned, made her insides gooey, like chocolate fudge on an ice cream sundae. “I want to.” She slid off of him and then off the bed. While she shimmied out of her yoga pants, he took care of his jeans and briefs, kicking them and his socks off the bed.

Spread out on the bed like that, he looked good enough to eat. And he was all for her. She couldn’t wait to dive on in, no spoon required.