“I want to finish the job. Don’t question me about this or I might see how you like spanking right here and now.” He sounded like he was slightly on the edge, like he couldn’t wait to get his hands on her.
The man knew how to make a woman feel wanted. She liked her body. It wasn’t perfect, but it served its purposes. Now she kind of loved her body because it was putting that look in Owen’s eyes. She liked being this woman. Not afraid. She walked across the room and placed herself in front of Owen, holding still for his…well, for anything he wanted to do to her.
He moved forward, putting his hands on her hips first. His eyes came up and then seemed to make a map of her body. Everywhere he looked, she felt her skin come alive. Her nipples tightened as he stared at her breasts.
Then she felt his fingers trace up to the back of her bra. With an easy maneuver, her breasts came free and he tossed the bra away. He breathed out, a sigh that seemed like admiration.
“Damn but you’re beautiful,” he said. “I tried to picture them, but you’re far more lovely in person. You’re the sweetest handful.”
He proved it, cupping her breasts in his palms. Heat flashed through her and she arched herself against him. He hissed slightly and then his hands were on her waist, pulling her in close.
“I wanted to do this. I wanted to do this the minute you walked into that lift. I thought you were the prettiest thing I’d seen. Then I realized you’re a bit crazy and I knew I wanted you.” He brought her in close and she couldn’t breathe as he licked her nipple, a slow dragging of his tongue.
“Well, I thought you were hot enough to be a stripper.” She wanted credit. She’d known the minute she’d laid eyes on him that he was the most gorgeous man in the world. Her building kind of seemed flooded with them lately, but he was the pinnacle of that beefcake.
And he was sweet and nice, and she found that sexy, too.
But all that mattered in that moment was the fact that he sucked her nipple into his mouth. She felt it all through her body, liquid pleasure coursing through her. She let her fingers sink into Owen’s silky hair as he lavished her with attention. She clutched him close, reveling in every suck and nip and lick of his mouth. He bit down gently, and she shuddered as the tiny pain turned to pleasure.
Callused hands worked their way down her back to skim the edge of her panties.
She lost herself in feeling, in the way their bodies seemed to flow together. It didn’t matter that she was practically naked and he was fully clothed. He’d gotten her to a place where she didn’t have to think about the worries of the day or whether or not she was making a mistake. This wasn’t a mistake. It was an experience, and she felt so much for the man giving it to her. He dropped off the couch, getting to his knees.
“These come off now.” The low command was followed by his fingers dragging at the waistband of her underwear.
She lifted her feet and then her undies were being tossed to the side where her bra sat. He kissed his way down her body, lips making a trail from her breasts down to her belly. He licked at her belly button, and she’d never once considered that to be some erogenous zone. Owen was finding all kinds of new ones since everywhere the man licked or kissed seemed to come alive.
“Put your right leg on the table.”
She came out of the fog of lust. “What?”
He didn’t seem to want to repeat his commands. He gently gripped her right leg and showed her what he wanted. She balanced against his shoulder and allowed him to shift her.
A shudder of anticipation went through her as she realized what he was doing. It had been so long since she’d had any attention at all down there. She could give herself an orgasm. A vibrator could take the place of a cock, but nothing ever felt quite like a man’s tongue devouring her, his hands holding her still while he feasted.
There was zero hesitation in the man. The minute he had her where he wanted her, her pussy open for his exploration, he leaned in and rubbed his nose right in her labia. He breathed her in like she was the sweetest perfume.
“You’re so ready.” That accent had gone deep again. She could practically see the man in a kilt, a sword at his side. “I could fuck you right now and my cock would slide in no problem.”
“But you’re not going to do that, are you?”
His eyes came up, heavy lidded with pure lust and willpower. “No. I’m not letting you off that easy this time. This time you’re mine to do with as I will. This is my will, love.”
He leaned over and set his mouth on her and it took all she had to not cry out at the sensation. He licked her in long, slow drags of his tongue. She couldn’t see anything but his head at her core, sucking at her, pulling at her clit in the sweetest way.
His tongue fucked up inside her, thrusting the way his cock would. Over and over he tongued her and his thumb found her clit, pressing down and rotating.
She went over the edge, clutching at his shoulders and calling out his name.
It was over far too soon and he was backing away, his lips glistening with the evidence of her orgasm.
“Now, love, it’s my turn.”
She took a deep breath, ready for whatever came next.
Owen had to force his hands to stop shaking. She’d been everything he’d dreamed of, hot and ready for him, so sexy he couldn’t stand it. Her body was curvy and intensely fuckable. Even in his brief life, he’d had many women, and none of them moved him the way she did. Not a single one of the subs he’d played with kept him up at night, thinking about her. Not a one of them had managed to chase away the demons that plagued him.
He’d spent the last several days thinking about her, plotting how to have her again. He might have looked calm on the outside, but inside the woman was turning him into a madman.
He was worse than Robert about Ariel, and that was saying something.
But Robert hadn’t just shoved his tongue up his woman’s pussy and made her cry out his name. Robert couldn’t taste his woman on his lips, smell her all around him. Damn but that scent was the sexiest thing he’d ever known. Becca smelled like sex and need and comfort.
He kissed her one last time right on her soft, plump pussy and promised himself he would be right back there soon.
She was fooling herself. She might go on that date tomorrow, but he would be the one in her bed that night. He would make sure of it.
He’d put on his sheep’s clothing. He could play the modern man, but his wolf would come out in the end. His wolf would howl until he had what he wanted—her.
She looked sweetly disheveled, her hair brushing the tops of her breasts, her skin flushed a pretty pink. “Your turn. What do you want me to do?”
Everything. All at once. She was responding beautifully to his topping her. She hadn’t seemed scared or self-conscious about her body. She’d strode up to him bold as brass and offered herself to him.
He got to his feet and helped her balance as she moved that shapely leg back down to the floor. Fuck but she was gorgeous. She was gorgeous and smart and way too good for him.
And it didn’t fucking matter because he’d figured out he did have something to offer her. She’d been scared tonight. She’d been disconcerted, and it had all drifted away when he’d topped her. She wasn’t thinking about what had happened at the office now. She was utterly focused on him, and that was exactly how he wanted it.
For the op, of course. Not because the way she looked at him did funny things to his soul. Not because he’d already started thinking about how he might keep her.
Jax had. Jax’s wife now traveled with them. River was part of the team.
River didn’t run a research facility. River wasn’t a bloody doctor. There was no way Becca Walsh would walk away from everything for love. She had a career.
This wasn’t going to end the same way Jax’s op had. And that was a very good reason to enjoy her while he could. He might find what he needed tonight. After she fell asleep, he could search her place, find the package, and the bloody op would be over. They would move on and he wouldn’t see her again.