No man had any business being that sexy while removing his socks.
If I’d thought his skills at undressing himself were impressive, the scorching swiftness with which he used to strip me bare was downright masterful.
“Fuck,” he groaned, sucking my nipple into his mouth.
I arched off the mattress, running my hands through his hair as he worshipped my body with his lips and hands. He was still wearing pants and I had never in my life resented something so damn much.
But to his credit, he found all the right spots. All of them. The place on my collarbone that made my toes curl when he licked it. The sensitive area on my hip that had me bucking into him when the slightest pressure was given by his strong hands. The way he nipped at the inside of my thigh when he removed my panties, the last stitch of fabric on my body.
He was working me over, and I’d be damned if there was a single thing I could do to stop the flood of need that washed over me with every glance and touch.
His chest rumbled as my hand slipped into his open fly, dipping beneath a pair of black boxer briefs, and palmed his hard cock.
“That’s what you do to me, Remi. You feel that? That’s all for you.”
“Yes,” I panted before his mouth found mine again.
I gasped when his hand found my core, and together we explored each other. We pressed and ground. Took our time, not wanting to waste a single sensation.
Soon, I’d inched the denim and his briefs down his hips and my hand stretched to close around his thickness. I was wanton and desperate as he gently circled my clit exactly the way I liked it.
I was either going to die or roll him over and take what I needed. Much more of his skilled attention and my money was on the latter.
“Please,” I begged. “More.”
His glassy eyes met mine as he rose above me, his hand leaving my center. Then, as if I weren’t already putty in his hands, he brought his talented fingers to his mouth and sucked my wetness from the tips.
“Mmm, heaven,” he whispered.
A whimper tumbled from my lips, but he didn’t stop there.
His finger left his mouth, and without hesitation, he held my gaze as he guided his length to my entrance and pushed inside, seating himself at the hilt.
“Fuck,” he rasped. “This is mine. Do you hear me? Nobody else’s.”
As charity would have it, I didn’t mind belonging to him, so I agreed. “All yours.”
I’d needed that.
That possession.
That owning.
It had been missing in my life for as long as I could remember. But there in that moment, I realized nothing before that night even mattered.
I was his, and as he began a relentless rhythm inside me, he showed me exactly what that meant.
It was feral and passionate.
It was pawing and scratching.
It was holding my breath when I didn’t know how much more I could take before my limbs flew away with the wind and my body shattered into fragments of desire and flesh.
It was the way his back flexed under my palms as he drove into me and how he rolled to his back, never breaking our connection, so I could ride out my pleasure, straddling the gorgeous man I’d been lucky enough to find in the unlikeliest of places.
It was crying his name as he devoured my body until I thought the sun would come up and reveal that it had all been just a dream.
But it wasn’t.
It was real.
And the notion that Bowen could truly be mine left me higher than any orgasm ever could.
“Fuck me,” he whispered as he collapsed beside me, dragging me over to lie at his side when he flipped to his back.
I nuzzled into the curve of his neck. “I believe that’s what I just did.”
He hummed and kissed the top of my head. “I could do this all night.”
For a second, I considered starving and catching the play-by-play highlights on SportsCenter later, but knowing better, I tipped my head back to look at him. “All night? You might need some nourishment if you plan to last that long.”
A breathy chuckle rumbled at my cheek. “Oh, ye of little faith.”
“No, ye had little lunch. Ye needs meat and maybe a beer or two.”
Right on cue, my tummy growled, and without missing a beat, he slid down my side and pressed his ear to my stomach.
“What was that?” He shifted and kissed my sensitive skin, and then he went back to listening as I held in a giggle. My insides answered him. “Oh, really? Well, we can’t have that. I’m not the only one who’s going to need to last all night. I mean, I am a master at flying solo, but—”
Clearing my throat, I interrupted. “I don’t mean to break up this very cute thing you have going on right now with my digestive tract, but I need to get cleaned up and you need to feed me dinner. We have a game to watch.”
