Endeared (The Accidental Billionaires #5) - J. S. Scott Page 0,60
body as Owen kissed me like he wanted to absorb every ounce of my pleasure.
I wrapped my arms tightly around his neck, kissing him back with equal ardor as my body shuddered.
I love you, Owen. I love you so damn much.
I ached to say those words aloud, to tell him over and over how much he meant to me. How much he’d always mean to me.
Unfortunately, it was way too early to say that to him, so I tried to put everything I was feeling into our fierce kiss.
When he finally released my mouth, I said breathlessly, “Is this the part where you carry me off to your lair, caveman?”
He grinned. “No. This is when I savor the memory of you coming so hard that you screamed my name in complete ecstasy.”
Owen looked as satisfied as a cat with a bowl of cream, and I’d never had the chance to touch him.
I stroked a hand over his hair. “I want to learn how to please you, too.”
“Sweetheart, you just made me happier than I’d ever thought possible,” he said blithely as he zipped my jeans and closed the button.
I frowned at him as I snuggled into the warmth of his body after he’d pulled my bra back into its previously supportive position. “How is that possible when I’m the only one who had a screaming orgasm?”
Owen was a giver, but for once, I wished he’d take . . . me.
He pinned me with his sharp gaze. “I just fulfilled one of my fantasies, which was to hear you scream my name while I made you come.”
The tone of his voice was wicked and hoarsely erotic, and the fact that I could see this side of him was incredibly humbling, but also so freeing that I felt giddy. “Maybe I have next to no sexual experience, but I am a medical practitioner who is very familiar with bodily reactions and human anatomy. I think you’d feel a lot more pleasure if you fucked me.”
There was a pleading note in my voice that I didn’t even try to hide.
Owen had given so much to me. The man really did need to look after his own interests once in a while. And I planned to make damn sure he did.
I was in love with Owen, and more than anything, I wanted to see him happy. All the time.
My days of inadvertently causing him hurt or pain were over.
Causing him injury was painful to me, and I was going to do everything in my power to make Owen smile every single day.
He didn’t need to worry about my psyche. Now that I’d plowed through my confessions and he’d chosen me anyway, nothing could drag me away from him.
I cupped the side of his face, a face that was decidedly different from the one I’d swooned over when I was eighteen, but familiar at the same time.
I brushed his whiskered jaw with my thumb. “Now I have to ask you what I can do to make you realize that you’re never going to see the backside of me again.”
He shot me a mischievous smile. “Whoa, sweetheart. I didn’t say I didn’t want to see that shapely ass of yours, I just want to see it bared and in my bed instead of walking away from me.”
I snorted. “You aren’t exactly trying very hard to get me there. Maybe I’m sexually inept, but I’m more than ready to start burning up the sheets while I learn. And I’m pretty eager to move on to the next phase of this relationship, all that adoring-you-without-pretending-it’s-a-game thing.”
“I think you and I both know that nothing between the two of us was ever a game,” Owen said huskily as he tightened his arms around me protectively. “Now quit trying to tempt me, or you’ll get more than you bargained for, Layla.”
I let out a frustrated sigh. “Promises, promises,” I teased.
I was more than ready to drop any pretenses I had, but I wasn’t going to push Owen. He’d waited for me, so I could do the same for him. Eventually, he’d realize that my past didn’t define me. Yes, an occasional annoying voice popped into my head sometimes, but I’d always managed to overcome and squash it.
I’d smashed the hell out of it tonight by facing my fears, and I’d do it again and again.
I wasn’t fragile or helpless.
I was a woman who needed a man like Owen, and after tonight, I’d never have a single doubt about him abandoning