He stamped his mouth over hers, as if to chastise her for what she’d said, but almost immediately his lips softened and he granted her a deep, hot kiss. The hand resting on the outside of her thigh continued its path and cupped her bottom, kneading, squeezing. They broke away, panting at the intimate contact, frustration coating his expression. “I can’t let your first time be on the stairs of a nightclub.”
“You’re not the one who decides what I do with my body,” she argued, with a lot more confidence than she felt. Yes, this might be new to her, but she didn’t want to stop feeling this way. She didn’t want his weight, his touch, to leave her.
It would give her time to think.
Something primal, possessive flared behind his eyes. “I’ve got my cock pressed between your legs. For the sake of my sanity, let’s say I am the one who decides.”
His gravelly request sent liquid warmth pooling in her lower belly.
Worried he would feel the wetness, she tried to scoot back and close her thighs, but he wouldn’t let her. Almost like a warning, he gave a quick thrust of his hips, sending the rigid fly of his jeans dragging up the center of her damp silk panties.
“Oh my God.” Desire flashed like lightning, fast and jagged inside her. The tug low in her belly was becoming unmanageable. She wanted to squirm to relieve the growing ache, but the friction would drive her higher and she needed to stay grounded. Right? It didn’t help that Bowen had buried his face in her neck, his breath rasping along her skin.
When his teeth sank into the side of her neck, accompanied by another deliberate drag of his erection against her core, Sera
decided
embracing
the
overwhelming sensations was better than letting him stop. No, please don’t let him stop. She closed her eyes and allowed her thighs to fall open, praying, begging him to do it again.
Her gesture of permission seemed to break something free inside him and he began rocking against her, his tongue licking up the side of her neck. “What sound would you make the first time I sink in, Sera? Would you scream for me or your God?”
Feeling a sense of desperation, needing an anchor, she turned her head to ask for his mouth, but he anticipated her. Their mouths fused together in a wet slide of lips, throaty sounds of satisfaction. She felt a pang of surprise when he released her backside to work his belt buckle. He’d just said he wouldn’t take her on the steps. Had he changed his mind? She opened her eyes to watch his progress, her heartbeat pounding out of control when he unzipped his jeans and removed his thick, lengthy arousal.
“I’m not going to put it in you, baby, I just need to…” He dragged the head of his fisted erection along the seam of her panties. “Fuck. Fucking Christ.”
White light blossomed behind her eyes at the contact with her clitoris. “D-do that
again. Please, Bowen,”
she
implored, hips rising to encourage him.
Teeth gritted, he used the head of his length to circle her, over and over, silk clinging to damp flesh. She moaned and begged, the sound mingling with Bowen’s dark curses. “Once I broke you in, you’d be a sweet little fuck, wouldn’t you, Sera? You’ve got innocent eyes, but a hot, greedy body. God help me, I would never stop banging you.”
He punctuated his final word by pushing his hardness against the silk at her opening, using his thumb to apply pressure to her clit at the same time. The material prevented him from entering, but his round tip nudging her there, his gorgeous face awash with agony as he gave her pleasure…all of it sent her rocketing over the edge. Broken sobs ripped from her throat as her sex trembled and clenched, every muscle in her
body
seeming
to
spasm
simultaneously.
“Bowen.”
“That’s right, sweetheart.” He cupped her jaw and tilted it, so she was looking up at him. “You say my name when you come now, don’t you? Every time from now on. Again.”
“Bowen,” she panted. Before she’d fully formed the word, he’d reversed their positions, settling himself on the step with her straddling his thighs. With her legs spread, she knew the dampness he’d created was visible on her underwear. Maybe after what had just happened,
modesty
was
a
little
ridiculous, but she attempted to pull her skirt down anyway.
“Don’t even think about it. It makes me hot as fuck to see what I did to you.”
He smoothed his palms over her breasts, then yanked her tank top and bra down in one swift, almost angry motion, exposing her to his eyes. She’d never shown a man her naked breasts before, but had always wondered what it would be like.
Her fantasies didn’t compare to the lust on Bowen’s face. His eyelids dipped as though he couldn’t hold them up, tongue snaking out to wet his lips. “I can’t have your *, but I’m going to make these mine. Right now.” He gripped his arousal and began to stroke. “Play with your nipples, Sera. Tease me.”
Seeing how she affected him made her feel so desirable in that moment. Their surroundings had faded into nothingness, leaving only Bowen and his deep, hypnotic voice. She traced her fingers up her
rib
cage
slowly,
excitement