One Night with Sole Regret 04 Touch Me (9 page)

“Fuck, I want you,” he said in a low growl.
“Are you trying to drive me insane?”

His fingers tangled in the straps of her
negligée. The straps ripped from the delicate lace as he yanked the
garment down to expose her breasts. Heat spread across her chest,
up her neck and her cheeks. Owen’s mouth latched on to one taut
nipple and he sucked so hard, she felt it in her womb. Her clit
throbbed with excitement.

“Oh!”

Was it possible to come solely due to the
stimulation of one nipple? As the first spasm of release gripped
her pussy, she cried out in surprise.

“Owen!”

“So I’m not the only one who’s turned on
enough to come without penetration,” he said in a teasing tone. He
pulled on the sides of her negligée until the fragile lace split
down the front. “God, you’re gorgeous.”

He bit into her nipple with just enough
pressure to send her flying over the edge. She was still caught in
the throes of her miniature orgasm when he slid down her body,
plunged two fingers deep into her clenching pussy, and latched onto
her clit with his mouth. She cried out as her ecstasy escalated
into pleasure so intense she forgot how to breathe.

“Give me more, Caitlyn.”

More what?
Her fingers stole into his
hair and clung to his scalp. Her back arched off the mattress. He
slammed his fingers into her and worked her clit with his tongue
until the spasms wracking through her pelvis subsided and she took
a startled gasp of air.

“Oh my God,” she moaned.

“I think you can do better next time,” he
said. His lips brushed the inside of her thigh and her belly
clenched, making her entire body jerk. Every nerve-ending was
over-sensitized and seeking pleasure for itself.

“Do what better next time?” she
whispered.

“Come,” he said matter-of-factly. “With me
inside you.”

“Oh,” she said breathlessly. “Sounds
good.”

He chuckled. His warm breath danced across
the wet flesh between her thighs.

Owen slowly crawled up her body, kissing and
biting her skin until she dug her nails into his shoulders and
encouraged him to move faster.

“Caitlyn,” he whispered, “you just found my
trigger.”

She wasn’t sure what he meant, but he surged
forward and his cock bumped against her. She gasped and squirmed
beneath him, trying to help him find her opening. She needed him
inside her.

He shifted onto his side and used his hand to
guide himself home. As he slid deep, she became very well
acquainted with his piercing and his back became very well
acquainted with her nails.

“God, yes, baby,” he said, “scratch me. I
love it.”

Good thing, because it wasn’t as if she could
consciously control her clenching fingers. She was so caught up in
the feel of him filling her and that little extra bit her rubbing
her front wall so exquisitely that she couldn’t do anything but
hold on to him and call out in bliss. Every so often, he rubbed a
spot that made her toes curl involuntarily and her mouth fall open
in shock. She wasn’t sure when the pleasure broke as quaking
release, but she went mindless with it, gasping and crying out.
Everything inside her was one hot mess of indecipherable bliss.

Owen’s hands moved to grip her ass and the
earth shifted. He dragged her across the bed and planted his feet
on the floor. Holding her hips tightly, he and fucked her even
harder.

Shuddering in ecstasy, Caitlyn forced her
eyes open. Watching Owen gasp and strain with a pleasure that
rivaled her own was easily the most beautiful thing she’d ever
seen. His thrusts slowed unexpectedly and he took a deep breath,
opening his eyes to look at her. His gentle smile warmed her heart.
He touched cool knuckles to her flushed cheek.

“You okay?” he asked. “Am I hurting you?”

She shook her head vehemently.

“Some women can’t take the piercing for more
than a few minutes. It starts to hurt.”

“I can take it,” she assured him.

A smile teased his lips and he pulled out.
“I’m glad, but my back can’t take much more of your, um,
enthusiasm
.”

She released her grip on his back and before
she could apologize for tearing at his skin like a possessed demon,
he flipped her over onto her belly.

“Let’s try it this way for a while.”

He sank into her. He possessed her with slow
gentle strokes, and she wasn’t sure how she could find it as
exciting as when he’d taken her hard and fast, but it was. She
closed her eyes and concentrated on all the sensations within her
body, clinging to the sheets beneath her belly to keep herself
grounded. Something that felt so amazing had to be capable of
launching her into the stratosphere.

His hands reached under her to cup her
breasts and lift her slightly from the bed. “Which position feels
better?”

“Both feel so good,” she said, “but there’s
this…” She lost her train of thought as his jewelry rubbed a
particularly delightful spot inside her. She knotted her fingers in
the sheet and rocked to meet his hips. “Oh God, Owen.”

“There’s this
what
, Caitlyn?”

“Sp-spot. In front.”

“Mmm, yes, I know all about that spot.”

She strained her neck to look back at him. To
watch his face as he took pleasure in her body. He gnawed on his
lower lip. His nostrils flared slightly with each labored breath. A
film of sweat brought a sheen to his tanned skin. He was so
gorgeous, she had a hard time comprehending that he wasn’t a
figment of her imagination. What she found even more baffling was
that what was inside seemed to be as a beautiful as the outside.
His eyelids fluttered open and he paused his thrusts. His eyes met
hers and he took a calm moment to just stare at her, as she
couldn’t take her eyes off him.

“The spot,” he said. “Right.”

He’d misunderstood why she was staring.

He pulled out, and she only partially stifled
her sob of protest.

“It’s okay,” he whispered. “I’ll find it
again.”

He eased her onto her back and lifted her
legs to rest on his shoulders. “I do love a woman in thigh-high
stockings,” he said, his hands splaying over one thigh at the
margin where skin met silk. “So sexy. Everything about you is sexy,
Caitlyn.” He held her gaze, his blue eyes sincere and intense.
“Everything.”

He bent to kiss the inside of her thigh.

Caitlyn whimpered. She was never at a loss
for words, but she couldn’t form a coherent thought.

“If you hadn’t tied me up and done dirty
things to me, I would have taken my time with you.”

She didn’t need him to take his time, she
needed him inside her again. She tried to sit up, to reach for his
cock, but her hamstrings pulled painfully and she collapsed back on
the bed. He straightened, smiling down at her with an ornery gleam
in his eye. Why did she think this was about revenge?

“You know where else that piercing feels
good?” he murmured.

She shook her head, her mind racing through
possibilities.

Cock in hand, he rubbed the little metal ball
against her clit. Shockwaves of pleasure streaked up her spine.

“Spread your legs wide for me, Caitlyn. Let
me in.”

She’d do an inverted Chinese split if it
would get him inside her again. She slipped her ankles from his
shoulders and bent her knees, grabbing her thighs to pull them as
far apart as she could bear.

“Beautiful,” he whispered.

He rubbed the head of his cock and that
wondrous piercing against her clit. Teasing her. Delighting her.
Driving her mad with pleasure. When he slipped inside her, she
cried out in bliss. And then he was rubbing himself against her
clit again.

“Almost,” he whispered.

Caitlyn’s body began to tremble
uncontrollably. Her toes curled. Her thighs tried to close as the
pleasure became unbearable, but she held them open with tense
fingers. “Owen.”

“Almost,” he whispered again.

Her back arched off the bed as his
persistence paid off, and she came so hard, her vision tunneled.
And then he was inside her, riding her orgasm. Thrusting with a
hard, consistent rhythm. Rubbing against that perfect spot with
each inward thrust and withdrawal until Caitlyn was certain she’d
found heaven. She’d had orgasms in the past, but she’d never felt
them in every inch of her body. She would have screamed if she’d
had the mental capacity to make her lungs work properly.

Owen’s breath hitched and she pried her eyes
open to watch him come. His gorgeous face twisted into a mask of
unmistakable bliss as he thrust into her one last time and clung to
her ass, shuddering hard as he let go.

“Fuck, yes,” he said in a breathless
growl.

Her sentiments exactly. Dear God, the man was
amazing.

He collapsed on top of her, his skin hot and
moist against hers, his breath hard and heavy in her ear. She
released her thighs, but only so she could wrap her arms and legs
around him. She wanted to tell him how wonderful he was, but her
brain still wasn’t online. So she clung to him and rubbed her mouth
against his shoulder, hoping he understood that he’d blown her mind
by making her experience things in her body she’d never known
existed.

After a long moment, his breathing stilled
and he lifted his head to look at her. “Well that was fun,” he
said.

She smiled and nodded, though fun was much
too small a word for what she’d experienced.

He started to draw away, and she hung onto
him feebly, her limbs like gelatin.

He kissed her lips and brushed her hair from
her cheeks. “I’ll be right back,” he promised, standing beside the
bed.

She realized that she wasn’t in the most
comfortable position and squirmed farther up on the mattress. She
didn’t take her eyes off of him as he removed the condom and
disposed of it. With one eye closed and a curious look on his face,
Owen took a moment to clean his backside and then wash his hands.
Caitlyn gnawed on her lip, anticipating the disappointment of him
putting on his clothes and leaving her lying there alone to sort
through her suddenly jumbled emotions. Her heart skipped in delight
as he returned to the bed and lay beside her. He really had come
back.

Owen rested his head on Caitlyn’s belly, one
hand gently stroking the inside of her thigh as he took deep,
calming breaths. Caitlyn’s body continued to shudder with
aftershocks of pleasure as she slowly reconnected with earth. It
was a long way down from nirvana.

“Wow,” she said after a long moment. “Just…
wow
.”

Owen chuckled softly and turned his head to
place a suckling kiss just above Caitlyn’s navel. Her flesh
quivered. Goose bumps rose to the surface of her skin. It seemed
every inch of her wanted to be physically closer to the man—even
her damned hair follicles.

“I’ve never…” she whispered, unable to find
the words to express the depths of her pleasure, but feeling the
need to try. To let him know he’d been amazing, although amazing
just didn’t seem like a strong enough description. Nor did
phenomenal, earth-shattering, or fantastic.

“You’ve never what?” The deep timber of his
voice made her nipples pebble. He noticed—bless him—and rubbed his
lips over the sensitive tip of her breast. She shuddered. Her body
wanted more of him.

“I’ve never…”

His tongue flicked out, teasing her into
wanting still more. She lifted a weary arm and ran her fingers
through his hair, toying with the soft, slightly sweat-damp strands
at his nape.

“You’ve never…” he prompted.

She took a deep breath, her body quivering as
she exhaled. “Come so hard that I felt it in the soles of my feet.
You’re something special, Owen… uh… Owen… Um…” Dear God, she’d just
had the most amazing sexual experience of her life, and she didn’t
even know his last name.

“Mitchell,” he supplied, as if he were a
mind-reader.

“Owen Mitchell,” she said. “I’ve never done
anything like this before.”

“You’re supposed to save your regrets for
when we’re awkwardly putting our clothes back on and avoiding each
other’s eyes.”

“But I don’t regret it,” she said. “Not at
all. I only regret that I didn’t find you sooner.” She flushed,
realizing too late that it wasn’t the kind of thing you said after
having sex with someone you didn’t know.

“Were you looking for me?” he asked,
amusement in his tone. She knew he’d be smiling. Wasn’t sure if
he’d laugh at her or not, but what the hell? She liked him. And she
wanted him to like her too. Would being frank scare him away? Or
make her intentions clear? She wasn’t sure. That’s what she got for
marrying the first man who ever paid her any attention.

“I must’ve been. If not, I should have been.”
She took another deep breath, her heart thudding with nervousness.
“I’m sorry if I’m going about this all wrong. You probably do this
kind of thing all the time.”

“If I’m lucky.”

She laughed and hugged him with as much
strength as she could muster. “So what do we do now? Are we
supposed to put our clothes back on and go our separate ways
immediately? Or can I stay with you longer?”

“We do whatever we feel like.”

“What do
you
feel like?” she
asked.

He lifted up on his elbows and stared down at
her with such intensity, it stole her breath. She hoped their night
together wasn’t about to end prematurely because she was such a
novice when it came to one-night stands.

“Pastrami on rye,” he said.

Having thought he was going to say something
profound, she laughed. “Do they serve sandwiches here?”

“No,” he said, “but I’m sure we can find one
somewhere. Are you hungry?”

She wasn’t really, but she did want to spend
more time with him. Preferably in a horizontal position. The man
had definitely earned himself a sandwich. And despite her best
intentions to keep this as impersonal as possible, she wanted to
know about him. Know everything about him. Beside the fact that he
was a-
maz
-ing in bed. And might be sexually attracted to his
best friend. She couldn’t let herself dwell on that though. Owen
obviously knew his way around the female anatomy. It would be a
horrible tragedy if he switched teams.