Lost and Found (Masters & Mercenaries: The Forgotten #2)(25)

His hands moved to her waist and he leaned over, deepening the kiss. This was what she’d needed for weeks.

She let her tongue play at his bottom lip and a thrill went through her as she felt his big body shudder, his hips moving against her as if he couldn’t help himself.

He was already hard. He seemed to realize what he was doing and while he didn’t stop kissing her, he tried to move his hips back.

Nope. She didn’t want that at all. She pressed herself against him, trying to let him know she loved the feel of that hard cock against her belly. She leaned into him and his mouth opened, tongue touching hers.

“Tell me I can take over,” he whispered between kisses. “Let me off the leash, love. It’s killing me not to touch you the way I want to.”

How did he want to touch her? Would he be gentle, or would he let his harder side out? She had no doubt this man had a hardass side, and she was curious about it. “Show me how you want to touch me.”

A long sigh went through him and his hands came up to her shoulders, drifting over the cardigan that suddenly seemed way too confining. She didn’t need it, right? His hands moved up to her neck while he kissed her and then he tangled his fingers in her hair and the kiss seemed to go wild.

His tongue invaded, stroking against hers. He held her still while he plundered her mouth. A wave of insane lust threatened to shake her to the core. Her body seemed to melt against his. All that mattered was his next kiss, the next touch. Her fingers found his shirt, pulling it free from his jeans.

“God, yes, Becca,” he groaned against her mouth. “Touch me.”

She ran her hands under his shirt, her palms finding his smooth, warm skin, and yes, all those muscles.

He reached down and dragged the shirt over his head, tossing it away before he kissed her again. “I know I shouldn’t do this, but I can’t help myself. This is going to come back to bite me in the arse, but I can’t make myself care. Do you feel what you do to me? Do you know how long it’s been since I felt like this?”

She wasn’t sure she’d ever felt this out of control before, and it was glorious. She let go of any thought beyond him. She’d kicked off her shoes long before, but now it was time to dump more of her clothes.

She wanted to be skin to skin with him. It couldn’t happen here, but she needed to at least feel his hands on her, and she couldn’t do that with the cardigan between them. At least the thin camisole she wore underneath would offer him access.

The idea of his hands on her breasts, cupping her and running his fingertips over her nipples, lit up her libido.

She slipped the cardigan off her shoulders and let it slide to the floor.

His hands immediately smoothed down her arms, as though he couldn’t wait to touch her. A low, sexy growl came from the back of his throat and he turned her around in one powerful move, shifting her so her back was against his chest, his mouth against her ear.

“Do you have any idea what I want to do to you, girl? I want to eat you up. I’m the big bad wolf and you’re going to let me in, aren’t ya?”

That accent pierced through her. Fuck yeah, she was going to let him in. “Yes, Owen.”

One big hand cupped her breast over her shirt and she leaned back against him. The sex had been good with her husband, but she’d been the aggressor. This was new. He was taking over, and it did something for her. She’d always thought she wanted to be in charge, but now she was reconsidering her position.

He’d told her she could stop him at any time, and she believed him. What if she could cede power and control for a single encounter, enjoy herself without having to think and strategize?

His left hand shifted from her breasts to her skirt, dragging it up. “I want my hands on you, my mouth on you. I want to make a meal of you, love. Do you understand what I mean? I want to bloody well lay you out right here and shove my tongue up your pussy. I bet you taste like honey.”

Every word shot through her. “I want to taste you, too.”

She wanted her mouth on his cock. She wanted to suck him until he was dry. She’d missed this, missed sex and intimacy. Why had she waited so damn long?

Maybe she’d waited for him.

She let the thought float away because there were more pressing matters. His hand was dangerously close to her underwear. Her breath held as he teased his way in.

“I think I should make sure you’re satisfied. I’m not sure how long I’ll last,” he said against her ear. He nipped her lobe, the tiny sting shooting straight to her pussy. “I bet you’re going to be hot around me. You’re already wet for me, aren’t you? Tell me you’re wet and wanting because I promise you, I’m hard as hell and desperate to get inside of you.”

Her hips seemed to move of their own accord. They shifted against his hand, trying to get him to touch her where she needed it the most. “I don’t think I’ve ever gotten so wet so fast. I usually need way more foreplay.”

But now that she thought about it, the last four hours had been a long kind of foreplay. She’d been attracted to him the moment she’d seen him, and she rather thought he’d felt the same. They’d been thrown together. Wasn’t it natural that they should follow the path nature had set for them?

A single finger caressed her clitoris and she had to force herself to breathe.

She’d thought about lightning earlier. This was definitely a storm. Need rolled through her, quick and hard.