Brooklyn (Corked and Tapped Book 3) Page 5

  “Oh.” Right. She was beginning to realize she really had been with the wrong men. Either that or Owen was an anomaly. He truly wanted her. Her. A school teacher. A slightly prim and proper school teacher with an obvious lack of experience who should have done a bit more Google research in her thirty years.

  His hands ran up and down her back, driving her arousal to new heights. He reached for the soap and added it to the experience, making his movements slicker. When he inched her away from him and drew his palms around to cup her breasts, she moaned. Her nipples stiffened. Her breasts felt heavier. “Owen…”

  His hands slid down to her waist and then around to the small of her back. “God, I love the way my name sounds on your lips.” In a split second, before she had any idea what he intended, he rounded her ass with one palm and reached between her legs from behind. His fingers found their destination without any effort, two of them thrusting into her, taking her breath away.

  If he hadn’t been holding her up with his other hand flat on her lower back, she would have collapsed. She gasped. The air whooshed from her lungs. She squeezed his waist, her nails digging into his hips. Her mouth fell open when he thrust again. Deeper. No sound came out, but her head fell back and her vision blurred completely.

  “Jesus, baby, you are so fucking hot.” He thrust into her again, this time angling his fingers toward the front of her channel and hitting a spot she’d only heard about.

  Her legs wouldn’t hold her up, but he didn’t let her fall. He kept her plastered to his body, his erection smashed against her belly. His lips landed on her neck, and he kissed her seemingly everywhere while she writhed against his fingers.

  A pressure built inside her, threatening to explode. She whimpered. Nervous. It seemed like she might splinter into a thousand pieces. Part of her wanted to push him away, make him stop before she lost her mind and made a fool out of herself. She was out of control.

  “Owen,” she pleaded softly, shoving at his hips, unsure what else to do. Whatever was happening to her body was more than she could handle. Rationally, she realized she was on the edge of an orgasm, but knowing that didn’t help. She was coming apart at the seams.

  “Baby, my God, you are so gorgeous all flustered and aroused for me.” He thrust his fingers again. “I’ve never seen a woman so close to the edge without stimulation to their clit before. Can you come on my fingers like this?”

  Thank God he couldn’t fully see her face because she knew it was flushed. Come on his fingers? That was exactly what was about to happen. She closed her eyes, uncertainty coming between her and the impending orgasm. It felt so good. So amazing. Like a bright light had come on in her world. A new color. A rainbow of new colors. And she didn’t want to snuff them out. She wanted to experience every shade.

  She stopped fighting him, not caring how ridiculous she might appear. Instead, she focused on his fingers as he added a third, picked up the pace, and curved them against that elusive spot inside her.

  In a rush of intense feeling, she screamed as the orgasm washed through her entire body. Seemingly every nerve ending came alive. Her channel clenched his fingers over and over, each pulse forcing another moan from her mouth.

  Before the orgasm was over, Owen shoved the shower door open. He removed his fingers from inside her, cradled her butt, and carried her out of the shower, through the bathroom, and into his bedroom.

  She hadn’t taken a full breath before he dropped her soaked, naked body in the middle of his bed and came over her. His mouth was on hers in an instant, his hands finding hers, dragging them over her head, and planting them high.

  The lingering edges of her orgasm never receded before she found herself climbing again. Higher this time. His mouth was everywhere. On her lips and then her neck, her shoulder, her chest, her breasts, her mouth again. Hungry. Devouring her. Consuming. Lighting her up everywhere at once. Like he couldn’t get enough.

  He shifted her hands so that both were clasped in one of his, he slid partway off her and stretched his free arm across the bed. She had no idea what he was doing because he never stopped driving her mad with his lips. Sucking her skin, licking her, tasting her, moaning the entire time.

  Suddenly, his lips lifted off her breast, and she heard something tear. She had enough sense to realize he had opened a condom with his teeth. Two seconds later his mouth was back, suckling her nipple so hard she arched into him.

  He reached between their bodies at the same time, somehow rolling the condom on without looking.

  She was glad he had the ability to make so many decisions because there was no way she could have thought of anything rational. She would have let him take her without the condom and never considered the ramifications. She was that far gone.

  His knees nudged her legs apart, and then he was between them, his erection lined up with her opening. He didn’t enter her yet, though, simply hovered there where she needed him most.

  She tipped her head back farther, unable to meet his gaze, lifting her hips off the bed. “Owen, please. My God. Please fuck me.” Those were not words she’d ever spoken, but they felt so appropriate right now.

  He didn’t hesitate. Before she took her next breath, he thrust into her. A long groan escaped his mouth to vibrate against her breast. He bit down enough to cause her to wince at the brief, sharp pain, but that only pushed her arousal higher.

  Colors floated behind her eyelids. She wasn’t sure when she’d last taken a breath. She didn’t want to inhale and miss a single second of this ecstasy. Her lips were dry, but she couldn’t do anything about it.

  Owen drew almost out and thrust back in again. This time he cried out, “God, yes.” He released her hands and lifted partially off her, his shaft still buried deep. “Look at me, Brooklyn,” he demanded.

  She blinked, lowering her face.

  He rose up higher, lifted her hips with one hand under her butt, and stuffed a pillow under her. The position made her feel obscenely exposed. Wanton.

  Owen was on his knees now, his hands spreading her thighs wider. His gaze roamed all over her body. His hands followed. The crazed rush to get to this moment slowed completely as he switched from his maddening impatience to another Owen, one with all the time in the world.

  Goose bumps rose on her skin, and she started to lift her arms from above her head. Why was he stopping?

  The pressure inside her had built to a crescendo again. She needed more. She wanted everything.

  “Don’t,” he demanded.

  She froze. “Don’t what?” she murmured.

  “Keep your hands above your head. Don’t lower them.” His eyes were glazed with lust. His expression was serious.

  She dropped her arms back above her head, shuddering at how her arousal rose higher at his command and the position she found herself in. So exposed. So vulnerable.

  He began to caress her skin, gentler this time. Slowly learning her belly and her breasts and nipples. He tapped a few spots that made her wince. Bruises undoubtedly. She didn’t care. He didn’t comment, and she couldn’t read his expression.

  Finally, he met her gaze again and his eyes slid closed. “I can’t wait any longer,” he stated one second before he grabbed her hips, slid almost out, and thrust back inside.

  She screamed. After the brief reprieve, her body came back to life with a vengeance.

  He held on to her hips and thrust again and again. Hard. Deep. So powerful. So much feeling. Everywhere again. All over her body. She couldn’t focus on any one sensation. As if she were being born right now.

  Suddenly, he released her hips, and she searched his face again, trying to focus on him, wanting to read him. He leaned over her, one hand landing next to her chest, the other sliding down between their bodies until his fingers found her clit and pressed against it.

  She bucked upward, an unintelligent noise coming from her mouth. “Owen…” Her head lolled back and forth now. The sensations were more than she could stand. She was going to totally come apart.
/>   “Come for me again, baby.”

  She shattered. Her clit. Her sex. Inside and out. It was like she fell off the edge of a precipice. Maybe she cried out. She couldn’t be sure. But as soon as the waves of pleasure began again, he resumed his thrusting, which only added to the piling sensations. She was pretty sure one orgasm turned into two or three before he groaned out his own release, holding himself deep inside her.

  She swore she could feel the pulsing of his length inside her, and he was still moaning when he lowered on top of her, his enormous body flattening against her, pressing her into the mattress.

  Chapter 9

  Brooklyn blinked her eyes open, her heart racing. Where was she? A warm body was holding her from behind, pressed firmly against her back. A hand was resting possessively under her boobs. Deep breaths hit her neck. Her hair was a tangled damp mess around her face.

  Owen.

  She inhaled long and slow. She couldn’t remember falling asleep. Every inch of her body hurt. A sweet ache that made her smile as she remembered every second of how it had gotten that way.

  “You’re awake,” he murmured against her neck lazily. He pulled her closer, as if that were possible. And then he lifted his head and peered over to meet her gaze. His signature half grin was in place. “You passed out on me.”

  She winced. “I did?” The only light in the room was coming from the open bathroom door. Apparently they hadn’t bothered to turn it off in their haste to get to the bed.

  “Yeah. Scared me for a second. I’ve never had a woman pass out on me.” He inched back and rolled her onto her back, lifting one leg over both of hers to pin her down, his hand flat on her belly, his cheek leaning on his elbow. He was smiling.

  She flushed. She’d done it. Slept with Owen. Had mind-blowing sex with him. Now what? Would he take her home? Maybe kiss her outside her apartment? Say goodbye? See ya next week?

  She swallowed. She should have known the idea of never being with him again would hurt. She’d let her heart get involved. She had genuine feelings for him, and she’d known that for a long time. To think she could sleep with him and walk away without getting hurt had been a mistake.

  He lifted his hand to brush hair away from her face. His brow was furrowed. “Regrets?”

  She shook her head. “None.”

  “You look like you’re about to cry, Brooklyn.”

  She cleared her throat. Now wasn’t the time to clam up and hold back. She needed to share her thoughts. “I guess I didn’t realize how emotional this would be. I don’t want it to end.”

  He frowned. “Who said it’s going to end?”

  She stared at him. “Well, I’m me. A divorced school teacher with not much to offer. I just figured…”

  He shook his head. “You figured wrong if you think I’m going to let you go.”

  Her face heated. If only she could be so lucky. Surely he wasn’t understanding her meaning. She tried to lighten the mood, however. “I guess you could keep me for a few days if you want. I have to be at work Monday morning,” she tried to joke. God, she was awkward. Who would ever want to be with someone like her long-term?

  “Hmm.” His gaze wandered down to her chest. The glow of light coming from the bathroom made it possible for him to see every inch of her. He traced a finger down to her breast. “I was rough. You have bite marks and bruises everywhere.” He wasn’t apologizing. Just pointing out the obvious.

  She drew her bottom lip between her teeth, unable to muster up the words to tell him she loved every second of it. What was wrong with her?

  “When I realized you’d had your first G-spot orgasm in the shower, I lost my mind. I had wanted to make you come with my mouth that first time.” He met her gaze again, his finger circling her nipple lazily. “Seriously, Brooklyn. I’m never going to get enough of you. Please tell me you’ll stay. Tell me this wasn’t a one-night stand for you. Tell me your idiot ex-husband and the number he did on you isn’t going to make you ignore what we could be together. What you already are to me.”

  She was too choked up to respond. He wanted her? For more than one night?

  He kept talking. Rambling. “I know I’m not what you’re used to, but surely you can see how much better it is with someone who gives a fuck.”

  That was for sure.

  “I want to own your orgasms. I want to slide down your body right now and eat your pussy until you scream again. I want to tie your arms above your head and make you writhe until you can’t think.” He lifted his gaze again. “Please.”

  She searched his face. Was it possible her stupid shitty life had taken a turn for the better? A real turn this time?

  He must have thought she needed more convincing, because he spoke again. “Maybe I should have given you some warning months ago that I intended to pursue you the second your divorce was final and I thought you were ready. I’ve known that for a long time. I prayed someone else didn’t swoop in before I had a chance. I was so fucking happy that you came straight to Corked and Tapped tonight. My heart pounded when I saw you. And when you asked about seeing my tats, I knew you were right there with me. This isn’t a single night for me. It never was. All I could do was pray that once I had you in my arms, you would see how good we were together. How much I value you for who you are. I know I’m rough. Demanding. Dominant. Possessive even. If you don’t like something, you’ll have to tell me. I’ll try to bring it down a notch. I’ll—”

  She shook her head, cutting him off. “No.”

  His eyes went wide. He froze. And then he swallowed. “No?”

  “No. I mean, don’t change a thing. I loved every second.” She grabbed his arm with her free hand and gripped hard. “Best night of my life. I’m struggling for words. I’m confused. You really want me?”

  He frowned. “Of course I want you. Are you listening?”

  She smiled. “I’m just trying to wrap my head around what you’re saying. I thought this was a one-night thing. I didn’t think you’d be interested in more with someone like me.”

  He groaned. “Stop saying ‘someone like me.’ You’re perfection. A breath of fresh air.”

  “I’m inexperienced. And don’t forget sweet, pure, innocent, and good.”

  He smirked. “I like those things. It’s what attracted me to you in the first place a year ago. I love that you come into Corked and Tapped week after week in your conservative dresses and sit all prim at my bar. Every time you stepped through the door, my heart raced. I couldn’t wait for your divorce to be final and for you to be ready for something better. I so badly wanted you to be able to see the possibility of us. I prayed you would give me a chance. If you’ll have me, I’m seriously not letting you go. Last night was beyond my wildest expectations.”

  “Owen…” She licked her lips. “No man has ever taken the time to make me burn. That wasn’t just my first G-spot orgasm, whatever that is, that was my first orgasm. I didn’t think I had it in me.”

  He jerked, his eyes widening again. “You don’t even masturbate?”

  She flushed again, shaking her head. “No. I was afraid to. Afraid I might find out I couldn’t, you know, uh, come.”

  His smile grew wide. “Jesus. You’re like a dream. I don’t think you have to worry about your ability anymore.” He tucked his knee between her thighs, pressing them apart as his hand slid down to cup her sex.

  When he stroked one finger slowly through her wetness, she moaned. Her hand shot to his, trying to still him as her brain cells scattered again.

  “Uh-uh.” He rose above her, kneeled between her legs, and swatted her hand away.

  She fisted the sheet at her sides. “Owen…” She met his gaze, trying to focus.

  He slid down her body until his hands were on her thighs, holding them wide. His breath was on her sex. He lifted his gaze to meet hers. “Tell me what I want to hear.”

  She squirmed, totally uncertain about his next intention. It was one thing to have him see her lose control. It was another thing for him to put h
is mouth on her most intimate parts, no matter what he said earlier.

  “Tell me,” he murmured again, his breath hitting her lower lips.

  Her clit swelled. She moaned. Still she shoved at him.

  “Baby, I’m so totally going to suck your pussy into my mouth and make you come even harder than last night. I’m going to make you come so many times today that it makes up for all the years you’ve been repressed.” He lifted his gaze again. “But first I want to hear you say it. Say you’ll stay. Say you’re mine. Say it.”

  He waited.

  She writhed.

  He flicked his tongue over her clit. One flick. Not enough.

  She whimpered.

  He smiled. “Say it.”

  “Fine. Yes. Of course, I’m yours.” That was the last thing she remembered coherently for the rest of the morning because the second those words left her lips, he made good on his promise—his mouth covering her sex, devouring her, making her world a bright place she never wanted to leave.

  Please enjoy the following excerpt from book four in the Corked and Tapped series, Jade.

  Carter spoke again. “You look good, Jade.”

  “Thanks.” She tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear. Her long dark hair was pulled in her usual ponytail, but by this time of night, some of it had escaped.

  Brody reached out and gently tucked a lock from the other side behind her other ear, but his fingers lingered and then he smoothed them down her entire ponytail. “You let your hair grow longer.” His voice was deep, gravelly, sexy. “I like it. It’s still just as soft.”

  Her face heated. She licked her lips.

  Brody’s gaze jerked to her mouth and he visibly swallowed. He always had told her he loved her lips and that it turned him on when she licked them. She used to do so in class when he glanced her direction to tease him. In between classes, he would grab her hand, yank her into a side hallway, and kiss her senseless to get her back. It worked.