Owen: LOL. It stands all right. I can be there at seven.
She flew through the rest of her clinic work, and once the space was locked up for the night, she danced her way upstairs and into a hot shower. She shaved, and pampered her skin, and then thought about Owen’s fantasy. A hundred different variations of her undressed. She could deliver at least one of them tonight.
When he knocked, she raced to the door. The grin on his face and the knowing, heated look in his eyes as he took the fact that she was wearing a barely-buttoned shirt over her bra and panties—and nothing else—made her feel very good about her decision to invite him over. “I thought you had soccer practice,” he said as he stepped inside.
She shrugged. “I told them I had a big work project and I had to take a rain-check.”
“A big work project?”
“We work together.” She paused a beat. “And you’re—”
His mouth crashed against hers as he hauled her into his arms. The kiss was wild, all restraint lost as she climbed into his embrace, as he pushed her against the wall. As his hands—those hands, oh, she loved them so much, his strong fingers,yes—slid under the fabric of her shirt and up her back.
He had her bra undone before their first kiss broke apart. Her shirt slid to the floor as he tasted her a second time, and by their third kiss, he had one of those beautiful hands in her panties, cupping her pussy.
Shereallyloved his fingers. Heat made her head swim as he stroked her, featherlight and teasing at first, then more deliberate. Getting her ready to be fucked, because they both knew what this was.
“Are you sore from yesterday?”
She smiled as she shook her head. Not at all.
He pulled a condom from his back pocket, and she laughed out loud. It was on the edge of hysterical, but she didn’t care how she sounded. Owen could know how much she wanted him. That was okay.
She pulled at his shirt, and he got the clue. He peeled it off as she worked on his belt then unbuttoned his jeans. She worked her fingers into his boxers so she could wrap her hand around his heavy, warm length.
“I needed you all day,” she admitted, her pulse pounding. They needed to lose the rest of their clothes and maybe find a flat surface. The floor would do. They’d made it all the way to her bed the first time, they didn’t need to pretend to be polite anymore.
He worked one finger into her as she stroked him, then he added another. “I want you,” he whispered. “Right here. Is that okay?”
What kind of a question was that? “Uh huh.”
He yanked her panties down her hips, and she let go of him to help. By the time the scrap of cotton was on the floor, he had the condom rolled on and was looming over her.
She shivered as he reached for her, as he cupped her face and kissed her with bruising intensity. She shook as he wrapped his arm around her hips and hoisted her into the air, up against the wall.
“Owen,” she gasped, his name a plea and a question wrapped into one. So byright here, he meant literally, against the wall.
Oh, yes.
“I’ve never done this,” he growled. “Hold on tight.”
If he hadn’t said that, she wouldn’t have known. He was strong and sure as he found her slick and ready for him. He notched his cock against her entrance, then pushed in, finding space inside her body that hadn’t existed a moment before. Not enough space, of course. He was big and needed to work his way in, but he did that as he held her against the wall. Sure, even thrusts, his thighs working beneath them to make her gasp over and over again.
She clung to him—her arms around his neck, her legs around his waist—but she didn’t need to. He had her. She held on tight for other reasons. Because he hadn’t done this before, because it was a gift how much he wanted to take her right here inside her door, up against the wall.
Because it had never been this good, this raw, with anyone else. He did things to her she couldn’t even properly name.
She closed her eyes and rode him like the worked-up bull he was. Her fiery, fierce man, all pent up and needy. She didn’t usually orgasm from penetration alone, but the mind was a powerful aphrodisiac, and that image—of need, of Owen being so much bigger than her, the way he was holding her against the wall, the desperation ofright here—propelled her toward a climax with shocking ease. The coil tightened and her clit throbbed, getting harder and more sensitive each time Owen bottomed out, the push of his body amping up the sensations triggered by the thick drag of his cock inside her.
How many ways could she make this happen? What magic words could she text to him and he would just appear for her, hard and ready to bury himself in her body?I’ve been touching myself, I’m wet already. The door’s unlocked, let yourself in and see if you can find me.It could be a gloriously playful winter ahead of them.
What else hadn’t he done?
His mouth opened against her neck, his lips silently whispering her name.Kerry. She felt it as much as heard it. Breathing his name back, she let her mind fracture into pieces of desire. His cock inside her. Her need. Fantasies. The hard grip of his hands. Secrets. Falling, spiralling. The heaviness of her breasts against his chest, the way his mouth had felt there the night before. Owen’s head between her legs.
With a cry, she came, her climax surprising her even though it had been right there already. Owen followed with a guttural cry, his body tensing up as he pinned her against the wall. He twitched deep in her belly, and her clit spasmed again in response.
Right there, up against the wall.
