Leaving little biting kisses starting at her ankles, I slowly move up her body, my eyes on hers the entire time.
I kiss the inside of her thigh and run my finger down the front of her thong.
She’s already wet and ready for me. I slide a finger underneath that small scrap of silk and touch her soft folds, seeking the little bud hidden beneath.
With one flick I have her hips jumping off the bed, but her eyes never leave mine.
Taking a page from her book, I rip of the scrap of silk and lace making the fire in her eyes glow brighter.
Then my mouth is on her, licking, teasing, her breath coming fast, the moans she is making causing everything in me to burn.
I flick my tongue across her sensitive bud again and again before venturing lower to flick my tongue inside her. Her hands tighten on the sheets as she moans.
Sliding one finger inside her then, I slowly move it in and out of her slick wet channel as my mouth finds her tight bud once again.
Her breathing is quick and desperate, and I gently set my teeth on her.
I feel her explode around me as I use my mouth and finger to take her higher and higher until she is spent, all boneless and looking pleasured.
I crawl up her body, tasting her mouth as I line myself up to enter her.
My eyes are locked with hers as I slowly slide into her wet heat.
Her eyes flutter and it is my turn to let out a low groan. She is hot, wet and tight, everything I could dream of.
Then comes the sassy smile and she wraps her legs around my hips and begins to move.
I feel my eyes roll in the back of my head with every undulation of her hips.
Plunging in and out of her, we set a breakneck pace toward the finish line.
We are so in sync it is as if we have been here many times before, our bodies recognizing exactly what the other needs.
I reach down between us and caress the small tight bud between her legs. She tightens around me, milking me as her nails rake down my back. She bucks her hips against mine. It floors me how free she is to express her pleasure. I shouldn’t be surprised, she never holds back in anything that she does.
With one more hard thrust I find my own release, the pleasure of it coursing through my body.
I’ve never felt this with a woman before. It is new and frightening. I don’t do relationships because if you give someone that much control over you, they use it to their own ends. I know this because my ex, Emily had me in the palm of her hand. She used me to make her college boyfriend jealous.
When I proposed she laughed. I vowed to never let someone use my feelings against me again.
I roll to the side and grab my pants off of the floor.
“This was a mistake I’m sorry I can’t do this.”
“What the hell Owen?” Harper sits up with the sheets held to her chest like a shield.
I don’t even respond, I just walk out the door and into the other bedroom, shutting the door firmly behind me. Leaning against the door, I close my eyes. “What have I done?” I whisper to the empty room.
Chapter 7
Harper
This is not happening. I did not just have mind blowing sex with Owen Slade and then have him roll off me like I am some kind of prostitute. I’m feeling bombard: shame, guilt, fury, hurt, embarrassment, they all tangle inside me into a toxic soup of rage that makes me want to break down the door of the other bedroom and make him account for what he has done to me. He made love to me, because I refuse to believe that what we just shared was only sex, and then ran out like a man with the hounds of hell chasing him.
I stomp into the bathroom and turn the water in the shower onto blistering, scraping at my skin with my loofah as if I can scrub every inch of him off of me. This is why I never said anything to him. I knew that it would end this way. There is too much between us. I knew he would run if we ever acted on it. “Emily,” I grind the name out between my teeth like a swear word. She broke him during the first year that I worked for him. He was never the same after that, he only casually dated. One night, after a charity event where we both were so drunk we could barely walk, he had told me she laughed in his face when he prosed. I doubt he remembers that but the raw pain in his voice told me everything I needed to know. The feelings I’d developed for him, they needed to stay hidden, because if I ever acted on them, all that would come from it would be hurt.
Here I am in one of the most romantic cities in the world scrubbing his scent off of me. He ran like a scared rabbit. I’m not Emily and if he can’t see that then there is no point in continuing.