“Touch yourself, baby,” he said, voice cracking. “Get ready for me, because I am about to fuck you out of your mind.”
Anticipation went wild in her belly, and she didn’t hesitate to follow his command. Her hand slipped down between her thighs and tugged aside her panties. Dampness greeted her, but she didn’t feel an ounce of surprise. Her body flamed, crying out for relief from the heat that continued to build like an inferno. Bowen pushed into her mouth one final time, and then withdrew with a hissed breath, his erection in his fist.
He dragged himself down her body, removing his shirt as he went to reveal a wall of mouthwatering muscle. Sera had no time to prepare herself before he flipped her over onto her stomach and yanked her hips up, putting them level with his own. She heard the metallic rip of the condom wrapper and a grunt as he rolled on their protection. “Hang on.
This is going to be rough.”
“Yes, I want it. Please.”
In one dizzying movement, he yanked aside her panties and rammed himself deep. He tested the angle once, twice, then drove deep once more. She felt his hands at her knees, yanking her legs wider. “You want it hard? Give me some room to work then, baby.”
A calloused hand gripped the back of her neck, urging her cheek down onto the floor. The position pushed her bottom high in the air, leaving her open to receive his savage thrusts. “Look at you, skirt up around your waist, still wearing your cock-teasing panties while I satisfy that *.”
“Oh, God,” she gasped. Pressure built in her stomach, between her thighs.
Close. So close. “Bowen, please.”
“You like it rough, Sera?” He anchored a fist in her hair and quickened his pace. “Did you think I could give it to you any other way after you let me fuck your mouth?”
“No. Yes.” Release screamed closer.
“Don’t stop, don’t stop.”
He increased his pace with a growl that told her he was close, too. Knowing his edge loomed sent her spiraling, sobbing into the hard floor as pleasure overtook her. He sank deep one final time, shaking against her as he came, a litany of curses echoing through the room.
When she expected him to collapse onto her back, he surprised her by turning her around and gathering her close, so close she could hardly breathe.
His mouth moved in her hair, hands stroking along every inch of her skin.
Twice, she sensed him start to speak, then stop. Finally, he picked her up and settled her into his bed without losing contact. After he disposed of their protection in the bedside wastebasket, they lay there in a sweaty tangle of limbs, regaining their bearings for a time. It wasn’t long before she fell asleep, lulled by the sound of Bowen’s heartbeat knocking in his chest.
CHAPTER
TWENTY-THREE
Seraphina.
Bowen sprang awake in bed, his lungs seizing with the need for oxygen.
Breathe, breathe . No, he wouldn’t allow himself a breath until he touched Sera. His hands tore through the tangle of sheets, searching for her mass of brown hair. No matter that he could feel warm, naked skin pressed against him, after the things he’d dreamed, he needed to get eyes on her.
There. She was there. Air infiltrated his chest, twining with something far more drastic than relief. I love her. I love her too much. The realization didn’t come as a surprise. He’d seen this coming since the first night. Maybe he hadn’t allowed himself to acknowledge it because she’d always planned on leaving. Now that she didn’t want to leave, the emotions he’d kept at bay came flooding in until his heart bobbed among them like a buoy.
She practically glowed in the predawn light filtering in through his single window. Her mouth, that unbelievable mouth, grew stubborn when she slept, lips pursed as if ready to argue. Damn, he liked that. He wanted to kiss her mouth until it softened for him, but then he’d lose this chance to savor waking up with her in his bed for the first time.
Hair he’d abused with his hands all night, directing her up, down, sideways, lay in a tumble on his pillow. He’d been rough as hell with her, but at some point during the night, he’d stopped feeling like a corrupter of innocence. It might have had something to do with Sera’s confidence growing every time he took her. She’d learned quickly how to turn him into a begging mess. As if he hadn’t been one for her all along.
Is this how you like me to touch you, Bowen?
Faster?
Like this?
You feel so good. So hard.
Can I please put you in my mouth again?
Apparently he’d done something right in his life. As an added bonus, this beautiful, caring, intelligent girl whom he’d walk through fire for also loved giving him head. Go fucking figure.
Loath to wake her but physically incapable of not touching her, he ran his thumb over her arched eyebrow and watched the stubbornness fade from her mouth. One gorgeous brown eye popped open, followed by the other. She woke up one eye at a time. He loved knowing that about her. Wanted to know everything. He would know everything, starting today.