Begin Again - Jennifer Probst Page 0,46
Maybe I never could. All I know right now is I don’t care about the past or the future—I want you.”
“Good, because I crave you, Chloe Lake. I’ll try to go slow but I’m on the edge here.”
She stepped into his embrace and thrust all ten fingers into his hair. “I don’t need slow. I need us.”
With a low growl, he took her mouth. The kiss was deep and soulful, with no polite re-introductions, just a slow, deep drag into pleasure and the bliss of how they fit together. His tongue dipped, tasted, plunged. He nipped at her lips, sipped like she was a sweet fruit, and stripped her naked with deliberate motions that made shivers break over her skin.
His hands roved everywhere, exploring, relearning, sliding over the curve of her hip, her tight nipples, the wet heat between her legs demanding more. He pushed his pants down and spread her out on the bed, where his mouth repeated every move of his fingers, and she was a twisted, writhing figure underneath him, begging for more.
She scraped her nails down his back, hooked her ankle around his, and arched up. His erection pressed against her inner thigh, and he gave a low laugh, tugging on her nipple, then licking with his tongue. “Not done with you yet. Not even close.”
She gripped his pulsing length and squeezed. “We’ll catch up later.”
Owen groaned, growing bigger within her grip. “You don’t fight fair.”
“Never did.”
“Neither do I.” With one quick motion, he pushed her knees up, spread her legs wide, and dipped his mouth to her weeping center.
“Oh, God!”
He licked her, long and slow and sweet, murmuring sexy words as he pushed her straight to the edge. Curling two fingers, he pushed into her tight channel while his tongue played her like a beautiful instrument.
“Come, Chloe.”
His lips wrapped around her throbbing clit, and he sucked hard.
She came with a scream ripped from the back of her throat. Pleasure broke over her, tearing her apart at the same time she flew to ecstatic heights. He murmured his approval, still tasting her, then quickly donned a condom and surged inside.
Blinking, her mind foggy from the orgasm, she stared into his hungry blue eyes, treasuring the familiar quirk to his lips. “You’re so damn beautiful,” he said, dropping a kiss on her swollen lips. “I’ve replayed this a million times in my head—the image of you and your orgasms, the way you give me everything you are. You’re in my blood, babe. In my very soul.” Buried deep, cock pulsing in demand, he uttered the words that brought her right to the brink, as she softened and opened to him, the final barrier laying in rubble around her heart. “I’ve never stopped loving you.”
Then he began to move, each stroke claiming her all over again. She clung to his shoulders and arched upward to meet him stride for stride. Her clit scraped against his erection, her nipples rubbed against the rough hair of his chest, all while his mouth took hers in a wild, passionate kiss, his tongue repeating the motions of his driving hips, and then she exploded again, letting the orgasm wash over her and claim her in its grip.
He followed her over with a groan, his head thrown back as he released, and then he was gathering her in his arms, holding tight, and the past met the present and merged together, finally at peace.
Chapter Fourteen
He pressed slow, sleepy kisses over the sensitive curve of her neck. “Was it the dog?”
Chloe stretched her leg against him and let out a soft laugh against his damp chest. “No, but it helped.”
“The cupcakes? My sexy charm? My riding skills?”
She studied him from under lowered lashes, savoring the delicious, musky scent of him. “It was the mix tape.”
Owen stared at her in shock. “You’re kidding. It’s a playlist. Not a mix tape.”
“Same thing. It touched me. Confirmed you remembered me.”
His face softened, his large hand cupping her breast. “Babe, I couldn’t forget you if I tried. I’m sorry if I ever made you believe that, but I’m here now.” He paused, a frown creasing his brow. “How do you want to move forward? I don’t know if I’d be able to handle pretending to be just friends when we’re back in the office.”
“I don’t want that either. I’m done fighting, Owen.” Though he’d already expressed he loved her, the words still got stuck in her throat. She wasn’t ready yet, but she didn’t want to go backwards.