Chapter 24

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twenty-four

OWEN

I tease my covered shaft while she nods in answer to my question.

I'm throbbing. Aching. Desperate.

The urge to fill her—to feel her squeeze every inch of me—makes me dizzy. This woman is otherworldly. Special. Fucking Sexy, with a capital F and S .

I've never wanted anyone as badly as I want Addison Lockhart.

She scoots to the edge of the bed, her legs spread and giving me the perfect view of her swollen flesh. She's so damn soaked.

Addie responds so fucking well to me, and I'm as afraid as I am excited that I'll never get enough.

"You love when I touch you, don't you?" I whisper, almost daring her to deny the truth. "You've refused this for so long, and you regret it, don't you?"

"I don't."

I cock a brow as I keep my feet rooted by the fireplace.

Her gaze is locked on my fingers trailing over the head of my pulsing dick. "Waiting has made this week that much better." She gulps again and flicks her gaze up to meet mine. "More delicious, wouldn't you agree?"

"Fuck," I growl and kneel before her.

Unsurprisingly, she's right. The last several days of keeping my mouth off her have been excruciating, but it's that much more satisfying now. All the tension is finally going to break.

I kiss the inside of her thigh, nipping at the birthmark there much like I did the night at the dance studio.

She grabs hold of my head by my hair and tugs. I skim my nose along her smooth skin until I reach her quivering sex, where I enjoy a taste.

I need her coating my tongue.

"Oh," she pants and grips my hair tighter.

I place my hands on either side of her and slowly rise, nipping and kissing her stomach and ending with the valley between her breasts.

I'm so hard, my vision blurs. I'll go blind if I don't bury myself inside her already, but tasting all of her awards me a different kind of pleasure.

Addie lies back onto the bed, her legs still dangling over the edge. I capture a beaded nipple between my teeth and tease her until her back arches into me.

"Yes." She toys with her other tit in her hand, and I cover her fingers with mine while we play together. "Oh, yes."

Her pants reach my ears like my favorite music.

This is already an experience I can't describe, and I haven't even been inside her yet.

I suck on her nipple and knead her other breast, my palm still over her small, delicate hand, while my dick bobs in sensual pain against her leg.

After I release her from my mouth, I curl an arm underneath her and slide her up onto the bed. Then I nestle myself between her legs, my tip immediately finding her with ease.

"I need you, Owen. What have you done to me?" She smooths her hair back, then leans up to run her hand down my abs.

She places kisses across my shoulder too, and my chest stirs.

"I was just going to ask you the same," I manage.

When she drapes her hand over my cock, her jaw drops, and I cover her mouth with mine.

She eases back, taking me with her and lining us up.

Every muscle in my body strains to go slow. To make this good for her. To do this right.

I inch only the tip inside her before pulling out.

"Don't go easy on me now, Owen." She shakes her head. "Fuck me like you mean it."

My arms buckle, and most of my weight drops onto her, surely about to crush her.

She moans and writhes beneath me with her feet dancing up and down my legs, urging me to hurry.

"I'm going to fuck every reason you've ever hated me right out of you," I vow.

The kiss I give her is a punishing one. I kiss her hard until it's painful, and I surge into her wet, dripping heat until my cock is drenched in Addie Lockhart.

"That's it, baby." I thrust into her again, instantly drunk on the way she stretches to take me in full. "Take all of me. Just like that."

"Yes. God, yes." Her eyes roll into the back of her head as I slam inside her, rocking into the hilt of her over and over again, until I'm sure the sounds of our slapping bodies can be heard outside.

"This is how you want it, isn't it?" I grunt. "Deep and hard."

"It's so much." She licks her lips and whimpers, her fingers digging into my ass.

My muscles clench and loosen underneath her grip with every thrust.

"So fucking good, angel." I slide up and down her body with each movement, her hard nipples raking against my skin.

I'm going to explode. There's a good damn chance I won't even survive this.

There's nothing better after this, anyway. Nothing will ever compare, so I'd go out on top, that's for sure.

"Ride me." I flip us over and position Addie on top of me.

She squirms until she straddles me, and it's a good thing she's so flexible. With her being so small compared to my large frame, her knees don't even reach the bed on either side of me.

"You're so big," she says, shifting on top of me and digging her knees into my thighs in the process.

"Thanks," I toss back with a proud smirk. I think my dick grows even harder too, although I didn't think that'd be possible.

"I'm talking about your build." Nothing in her airy voice indicates my body size is what she's referring to.

"I know what you meant." I wink and grip her hips to help her onto my bobbing cock. It glistens from her wetness.

I adjust my hips on the bed, when I feel the dampness she left behind before we switched positions. She's fucking soaked.

Dear Jesus, she's going to kill me.

"Ride me," I repeat as she finally sinks onto me, swallowing every inch of my cock with ease. "Ride me until you come again. I want to feel you come on me."

"Oh-kay," she sputters as she uses my chest for balance, her nails clawing at my skin with desperation.

She goes slow, establishing a steady, easy rhythm, like she's acquainting herself with my size from this deeper angle. Her eyelids flutter each time her hips meet mine, and I keep my unwavering gaze on her every movement.

The lick of her lips.

The small beads of sweat between her full breasts.

The peek of her mound when she rises.

With each second ticking by, she ruins me more and more.

"Owen…" Her mouth falls into an O like she's about to say my name again.

I pulse inside her as she works her hips back and forth, slowing down further, and I snap. I need more. Faster. Harder. Everything in between.

"I can't… It's too much… I—" She loses her words to a drawn-out moan as she rises off me. Most of her weight settles onto her hands on my chest, instead.

My tip twitches against her thigh, begging for more.

I tighten my hold on her hips, so she doesn't go far. "You can do better than that, Lockhart."

"Is that a dare?" she says, and a twinkle sparkles in her eyes.

"If you want it to be."

She narrows her eyes, which are no longer lazily blinking open and closed. Without another word, she takes me again and rides me faster, just as I need her to.

I'm going to fucking combust.

Her tits sway sideways as she leans forward and jerks her hips up and down, the walls of her sex clenching around me.

"That's my girl," I whisper, and she must like the sound of being my girl, because her cry leaves her sinful mouth in a higher pitch than I've ever heard from her.

My words must fuel her, as she rides me like chasing ecstasy is her new profession.

I slide my hands up and down her bouncing thighs, refraining from stealing control from her. She's too mesmerizing like this. It'd be a crime to take it away from her.

Addie flips her hair back and gives me the perfect view of her face as her thighs hold me hostage, practically squeezing the life from my cock.

Then her orgasm bursts free, unleashing chaos with a mix of her strangled cries and quivering limbs.

I follow suit before my jaw comes unhinged and I break a tooth. I clenched my teeth so hard to tamp down the urge to come, I was on the cusp of real damage to my physical well-being.

Addie glues her cheek to my stuttering chest, and I wrap my arms around her, holding her here just a little bit longer.

My next breaths don't come easily. I'm fucking spent.

"Well? Do you still hate me?" I manage.

With her head still on my chest, her words are muffled. "If I say yes, does that mean we can do that again?"

I chuckle, but it's a weary sound. "I'm nothing if not diligent when it comes to a promise."

"I've noticed," she whispers.

I'm dizzy with the whirlwind of this evening.

I'd only been at the restaurant because Whitney was desperate to be out in the world and away from her stuffy duplex, which she claimed was trying to eat her alive. According to her, the walls had been closing in on her earlier this afternoon.

I was happy to take her and Huck out, but what started as an innocent dinner turned into so much more after I ran into Addie.

This feels like the beginning of… something.

And while it's too soon to know what that something is, I'm excited to find out.