Total pages in book: 54
Estimated words: 49416 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 247(@200wpm)___ 198(@250wpm)___ 165(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 49416 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 247(@200wpm)___ 198(@250wpm)___ 165(@300wpm)
I take my time eying him, watching the hot beads of water roll over his inked skin. “You do too.”
His strong hands glide over my body, smoothing around my back and up and down my spine. The touch is both comforting and electric and has all of my senses firing up.
“You should’ve woken me up,” he says, bending down to kiss me again. “I would’ve loved to see you all soaped up.”
A warm shiver races down my spine, and I tip my head to give him better access to my neck. He lightly grazes his teeth over the sensitive skin beneath my jaw, and heat pools in my core.
“I didn’t know what to do,” I admit, slightly breathless from his slow, dominant touches. “I’ve never been in this situation before.”
He draws back to look down at me, an easy smile there. “Never woken up naked next to your security detail before?” he teases.
I grin, then shrug. “Basically.”
“I’ve never woken up next to a client before,” he says, moving to kiss me again. “Or the kitten who seduced me on the rooftop of my own club before either.”
I laugh. “You seduced me.”
“No way,” he says, his hands roaming over my ass and squeezing it with just the right pressure. “Your voice, your eyes, that mouth…” He dips down, sucking my bottom lip into his mouth. “Hooked me from the first second.”
A flush streaks through me, making the already steamy situation that much hotter. Fucking hell, how is this my morning? Being touched and teased by a strong, sexy-as-sin man like him?
“Can you bite me again?” I tease. “I think I might still be dreaming.”
Owen gently nips at my neck, the pleasure-laced pain grounding me in the very real present. “You’re the dream,” he says, shifting closer, and I gasp at the hard length of him pressed against me.
I move my hands over the plane of his chest and the ridges of his abdomen as he turns us so the water is hitting us both from the side. “I don’t know,” I say, still exploring him. “You’re the one who told me you’d steal my soul when I asked if you were a Carolina Reaper,” I continue, grinning up at him. “And I’m fairly certain that’s what you’ve done, because I feel like I can stay right here forever and not miss a thing. So, maybe I am dreaming.”
Owen’s smile is infectious, the molten look in his blue eyes enough to have me blushing again. “As long as you don’t think I’m a nightmare, I’m good with however you want to see me.”
“You could never be a nightmare,” I say, reaching down between us to slide my wet fingers over his hard length.
He jolts into my hand at the touch. “Some people think I am,” he argues. “My line of work, it’s not exactly a walk in the park.”
I think about that, his nightclub and the drama that likely brings on a weekly basis, and then his private contract work, which takes him to scary places I would’ve never thought about if not for being thrust into that type of world.
“That’s not fair,” I say, stroking him again. He groans, his hand snaking between us to tease me between my thighs. “You’re so much more than your jobs, Owen,” I say, gasping as he glides those fingers through my wetness. “And I keep telling you, I’m not scared of you.”
Something shudders in his eyes at that statement, cracking open a piece of him I’ve never seen before. He slants his mouth over mine in a passionate, dominate kiss that I arch into. I stroke him longer, harder, relishing the low growl that rumbles from his chest at my touch—
Breaking our kiss, he spins me around, bringing my spine flush with his muscled chest. One hand is at my throat, the touch light yet claiming as he tips my head back so I can look up at him behind me. His other hand slides around my hip, returning to his delicious teasing.
The water spills over us from the side, the hot drops gliding down my sensitive skin. I rock back against him, relishing the feel of him hard behind me.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he whispers into my ear, lightly biting the lobe while he slides two fingers inside my heat.
I gasp at the sweet heat that radiates from his touch, from the way he’s working in me into tight white-hot knots.
“Look at you all wet and ready for me,” he says, sliding his hand from my throat down and over my breasts, pinching my nipple until it’s rosy and peaked for him before doing it to the other.
The sensation has me tightening, clenching around his fingers as I unabashedly rock against his hand, chasing that release I know he’s more than capable of delivering.