Page 91 of The Best I Never Had

She stops the erotic way she’s grinding against me, brushing a soft kiss on my temple. “It’s hard, being vulnerable. Trust me, I’m absolute trash at it.”

“It’s not an excuse for me to be a dick to you.”

She pulls back, trapping me in her dark gaze. “You’re not one moment, and the good of you far outweighs the bad.”

They’re an echo of the words I said to her in the closet, and the way her eyes shine, she knows it. A whole Fourth of July fireworks show sets off inside me, and I’m hyperaware of every place we’re connected as I drag her lips back to mine. She moans into the kiss, and I want that sound seared into my brain as a reminder of how much she wants me on the days my asshole brain tells me I’m not enough for her.

“I can’t figure out how to stop wanting you so badly.” My head drops to her shoulder as I pant onto her skin, and she shivers against me. “It’s never been like this.”

“Me neither,” she whimpers, tilting her hips and gasping at the pressure she’s putting on her clit.

I slide the straps of her dress over her shoulders, pushing down until she gets the idea and pulls her arms out. The fabric pools at her waist, leaving her in nothing but a lacy bra that matches her panties. She’s stunning like this, but I want it all. I can’t resist the temptation, yanking the dress back up and over her head so I can see the set together.

I stand, keeping her legs wrapped around my waist, and she makes the most adorable squeak that has me chuckling on her lips. It only takes two steps to reach the antique desk set up across from the king bed, and I drop her on top of it, running my hands down her legs as I take a half step back to look at her.

The lacy bra doesn’t hide much, her nipples pushing against the material and begging for my attention. I delay the gratification, letting my eyes take their fill of her. Her heels are still anchored around my back, forcing her thighs wide and giving me the most enticing view of the dampness between her legs. There’s a little tear in the lace of her underwear, and my hand goes straight to it, fingers playing with the bit of skin that I shouldn’t have access to.

My eyes track back up her body, and there’s a trace of vulnerability in her eyes. “Not my nicest lingerie.”

I can’t abide her thinking she’s anything less than perfect. “You’re the most glorious thing I’ve ever seen. Nothing has ever come close. Not the waves in the Atlantic Ocean or the Blue Ridge Mountains or any other thing people travel the world to experience. None of it can compete with you, just like this.”

Her throat bobs, and my hand drifts up until it wraps around her neck. Thea’s back arches. I could spend the day this way, letting my fingers map and explore her just to see the way she squirms.

Her self-control breaks, and her hands come to my jeans, opening and pushing them down with lightning speed. I groan when she closes her fingers around me over my boxer briefs.

“Why is it always you getting to look at me?” she asks innocently. “What if I want to look at you?”

“Next time,” I pant.

My grip around her neck tightens, and I pull her mouth to mine. I want to taste every inch of her, to imprint the feeling of my lips on her skin so no one will ever compare. She’s so fucking sweet, my favorite meal I’d happily gorge myself on just to keep the taste on my tongue.

My hand comes back down to her underwear as she pushes mine down my thighs, giving me the skin-to-skin contact I’m craving. My finger finds that little hole again, like it’s a homing beacon calling out to me.

“Are you attached to these panties?” I ask against her lips, and she shakes her head. “Good, I’ll buy you more.”

I hook my finger through the hole, bringing my other hand down to yank the lace in half, leaving her fully exposed to me. She laughs, but the laugh turns into a melting moan when I cup her pussy possessively.

I groan. “Fuck, you’re already so wet for me.”

My mouth goes to one of her breasts, licking over the material and turning the lace even more translucent. I bite down on her nipple, and her back arches, pushing her more firmly in my face. She whines when I pull my hand away from her pussy, but she can wait. I push her breasts together so I can skim my mouth back and forth over her nipples. She retaliates by grabbing my hips, pulling my dick against her warmth. I thrust on instinct, my hard length pushing against her clit.

“Condom,” she says. “Now.”

“I haven’t even tasted you yet.” But I blindly grope on the desk behind her for the box of condoms I bought after our hookup in the closet, slipping one out and tearing it open.

She pulls my face to hers, kissing me deeply. “Next time.”

Our tongues battle for dominance as I slide on the condom, but I pull back before more. I’m desperate to watch this moment, the way her eyes go wide and her head drops back when we’re joined. I started slow last time, but now I know she can take me. That she takes me so fucking perfectly it’s like she was made to hold me.

I maintain eye contact as I rub the head of my cock over her clit a few times until she gets the most adorable little furrow between her brows. “Fuck me, Owen.”

The demand—the confidence and power in her voice—makes my cock pulse in my hand, desperate to comply. I line myself up, still holding her eyes, and slam all the way home in one thrust. She moans loudly, and I slide my hand over her mouth.

“We aren’t in a barn in the middle of nowhere anymore, Thea. No screaming this time.”

She narrows her eyes on me like it’s a challenge and then brings her hand to my ass as she fucks herself on my cock. The desk rattles beneath her, even louder than her moan, and I scoop her up, keeping myself buried within her as I move us to the bed.

I lay us down, never breaking contact, and roll my hips against hers, earning me another glorious moan.