Page 31 of Owen (Blue Team #1)

“Owen,” I panted and squirmed.

Slow hands continued to glide down my ribs, while his mouth blazed another trail of kisses between my breasts.

This wasn’t the first time his lips had made the trip south so I knew where they’d stop and it wasn’t where I wanted them.

Right before he got to the good spot Owen would reverse course and nip his way over my stomach.

He was driving me insane.

Had been the whole night. After dinner, he told Kevin he was in charge of KP duty, then announced we were going to bed.

After that, he didn’t delay. Or he did, depending on how you looked at it.

He’d promptly taken me upstairs, but instead of jumping straight into bed, he brought me up to the room, set me on the bed—yes, he set me— literally he picked me up and plopped my tush on the bed and told me he’d be right back.

He disappeared into the bathroom and a few minutes later he came out and carried me into the bathroom.

Undressed me and helped me into a bubble bath.

I was going to protest this unnecessary detour but when his clothes hit the floor and he got in behind me, my objection died.

Owen had washed my hair, conditioned it, ran his soapy hands over my shoulders, arms, and chest. He toyed with my nipples until I was shivering, then his hand went between my legs and he played there until I was trembling and my heart was full to bursting.

What he had not done during our bath was let me climax.

He’d taken me to the edge and backed off.

Each time he’d done this I’d groaned my displeasure and he’d kissed me silly.

Now I was on the bed naked, Owen was naked, and he was taking his sweet time.

I was done with slow about an hour ago. I wanted more. I wanted to feel him inside me. I was primed, ready to go, and frustrated.

“Honey,” I moaned as his tongue swirled around my nipple. “You’re killing me.”

“You feel it yet?” Owen asked. But as soon as he got the words out he was using his mouth for something far better than talking.

His lips latched onto my nipple, my back arched off the bed, and my hands dove into his hair, holding him to my breast. One of his hands was still roaming my side.

The other was roaming, too, but it seemed intent on its destination, and when I felt Owen tap my thigh I opened my legs wider.

Two thick fingers pushed inside, my hips bucked, and my eyes closed as pleasure ricocheted.

Owen tore his mouth free and his rough, sexy voice called my name. I ignored his summons but not the coarse, lust-filled tone— that made my hips surge again.

“Natasha,” he rasped again, and it was crazy but just the sound of his voice made my pussy convulse. “ Christ . Answer me.”

Answer him?

Had he asked a question? If, and it was a pretty big if since I was damn near mindless, I was close to recalling what he wanted me to answer, I lost the thought when Owen twisted his fingers inside me and started rubbing.

The new sensation took the near out of mindless and swept me away.

Something new was building, something I’d never felt.

Bigger than a normal orgasm. It made my toes curl, my thighs quiver, and I fought the urge to close my legs.

“What’s—”

“Tell me, baby, you feel it yet?”

Oh, yeah, I felt it. My body sang with it, his heat, his weight, what he was doing between my legs, my nipples still tingled from all the attention he’d laved.

“I feel it,” I moaned and dragged my hands down his back, loving the way his muscles bunched under my palms.

Sleek, smooth, hot skin. There was so much to explore, so many places I wanted to touch, kiss, lick, all of them available to me when Owen had me pinned under him. So my hands moved to the one place I could reach and I dug my nails into the hard muscle of his ass and silently begged for more.

However, Owen wasn’t silent. Not that he was begging, but he had a lot to say, all of it good, all of it rocked my world.

All of it a dream come true and not just because he was naked on top of me with his fingers working magic.

It started when his face went to my neck and he started kissing me there, and it didn’t stop until he nipped and licked his way up to my ear.

That was when he commenced his life-changing soliloquy.

“I don’t think you do, Natasha. I don’t think you feel it yet.

How much it means to me.” Owen stopped to run his tongue over the shell of my ear.

“How good you taste.” He paused again and roughly thrust his fingers deeper.

“How good you feel. Sweet fucking torture, you squirming under me, trusting your body to me, trusting I’ll take care of you.

And I will, promise, Nat, your body, your heart, you can trust I’ll give you everything you need. ”

“I feel it,” I whispered and he must’ve believed me because his fingers slipped out and he reached beyond me and slid his hand under the pillow .

I would’ve complained at the loss of his fingers but he was using his teeth to rip open a condom wrapper and relief swept through me.

Finally.

Owen went up to his knees and I watched as he rolled the latex down his thick shaft.

At the last minute I remembered Owen was naked, my eyes had barely had the chance to take in the rest of his muscled abs, defined ridges, and valleys that I wanted to run my hands over but I was too late.

Owen dropped back down and balanced on an elbow, holding most of his weight off of me.

His free hand glided from my hip, over the outside of my thigh. His touch was gentle, reverent, but his voice held an edge when he said, “Guide me in, baby.”

It took a moment for me to understand what he was asking for but when I got it, I wasted no time reaching between us and wrapping my fist around him. I was pulling him toward me when he grunted, “Eyes.”

My gaze snapped to his and I froze.

Hard but soft.

The green orbs darker than normal, so dark they looked black.

Deep grooves formed around the corners of his eyes and his brows were pinched.

A mask of control. It was costing him, holding himself back, going slow for my sake, and I loved him all the more for it.

I loved the way he was looking at me, waiting for me to guide him inside.

Not taking but waiting for me to give it to him.

My choice.

My body.

My choice.

Owen got it, he understood more than I did how important it was I had control.

“I feel it,” I whispered. “I know what you’re giving me. Straight to my soul, honey, I feel it.”

And because I had control but I wouldn’t for much longer I gave Owen’s hard length a long, firm stroke and watched his jaw clench.

Oh, yeah, he was holding back—big time. But he didn’t need to.

I tugged his erection closer until I had the tip where I wanted, then I removed my hand and smoothed my palm over his jaw, and rested it on his cheek.

“I trust you,” I told him and his eyes flared. “It’s mine to give, Owen, now it’s yours. Honey, take it.”

His hand on my thigh stilled and I felt the muscle under my palm jump. What he didn’t do was take it.

“I’ve waited for you all my life, honey. All I ever wanted was to love and to be loved and be free to feel. I choose you. Now, please, Owen—take what I’m giving .”

Slowly, so slowly, achingly, beautifully slowly he pushed in. His eyes didn’t leave mine as he filled me. His face didn’t relax, if possible his frame grew tenser. Brittle, like he’d shatter if I touched him.

“Jesus,” he bit out.

I shivered under him and my need to touch him won out over my fear he’d fly apart.

I left my hand cradling his face where it was and picked my other one off the bed and just as gently as he’d touched me, I let my fingertips trail down his back and watched his eyes narrow.

Normally this would worry me, scare me even, but I knew I had nothing to fear—not from Owen.

He’d take care of me, body and heart, he’d promised.

Inch by inch he was stretching me, then he pulled back and started all over again. Slowly gliding.

It was beautiful what he was giving me, but I wanted more.

“Owen.”

“Yeah, baby?”

“Do you feel it?”

“Yeah, Nat, I feel it.”

“Then let go.”

His head dropped forward and I lost his eyes .

“Can’t.”

I loved he thought that, loved he wanted me in charge, but I needed him to be him.

“I need you to. I’m not broken.”

Owen’s head snapped up and he pinned me with an angry gaze.

“Not a fucking thing broken about you.”

“Then let go and give me what I need.”

With that he slammed in so hard, filling me full my spine arched and my breath whooshed out.

“Look at me,” he demanded.

“I am.”

“No, baby, look at me.”

I was looking at him, right into his glistening eyes, his tight face. He said nothing but I didn’t need him to. I didn’t need words to understand what he was communicating but he gave them to me anyway.

“Means everything, you giving me this.”

“I know.”

“Everything, baby.”

“I know.”

He shook his head like I didn’t know but thankfully let the conversation die and went on to get to the good stuff.

“I do something you don’t like, something that doesn’t feel right, or something that doesn’t feel good, you tell me and we’ll switch it up.”

“Okay.”

“You don’t keep that bottled up, you say it immediately.”

“Okay.”

Owen shifted and his cock slipped in deeper and I couldn’t stop the mew that slipped out.

“Jesus,” he growled. “Wrap your legs around me and hold on tight.”

I did as he asked and hitched both my legs high, then wrapped them around his hips and locked my ankles .

“Fuck, you feel good,” he said and pulled out only to push back in. “I want your hands on me the whole time, Nat, I want you touching me.”