Owen grabbed my hand, pulling me out of the venue and into the waiting limo, barely shutting the door before his lips were on mine. “Oh God, Nalia,” he gasped between the kisses. “It’s been so long. So very long. I've missed you so, so badly.”

“I know,” I answered, my hands reaching under his shirt to touch his chest, groaning as his hands found my breasts. “I've missed you so much, too. I can't believe we've waited so long to do this.”

I couldn’t touch him enough; every time I did, it sent an even more powerful thrill shooting through my body. He laid me down on the seat, not caring if the driver could see us, and slid kisses down my body, inching up my black skirt in the process.

“Owen,” I managed to gasp weakly as his lips found my inner thighs, my hands finding his head. I wanted him so badly that at the moment, even I didn't care if the driver could see what was going on. Of course, he couldn’t. Owen had pressed the button for the privacy screen.

He pushed up my skirt and pulled aside my already soaked panties. A shudder of pleasure rushed through me as he tugged them off of my legs. Once they had been removed, he moved in immediately, his eager tongue beginning a gentle exploration. With each tentative probe or lick, he nearly had me jumping off the seat. I felt as if I might explode with pleasure at any moment.

“Oh God,” I moaned, clenching my fingers into his hair as he swirled his tongue around my swollen clit. “I can’t, oh God I just can't, not here, not now.”

“Shh,” he said, raising his head briefly from its position between my legs before giving me another lick. “I want to taste you, Nalia, more than anything. There's no way in hell I can do that if you’re trying to get away from me,” he said with a grin as grabbed my waist to hold me still.

I whimpered, closing my eyes as he suckled on my clit, sending small jolts of passion through my body. I moaned, gasped, and arched against his touch, every inch of me on fire for him as he worked with an almost desperate hunger. My body exploded into what felt like a thousand pieces a moment later.

He kissed me down there one more time before sliding back up my body, his hardness pressing almost violently against his pants. “As much as I would like to bury myself in you right now,” he said softly, pressing a kiss on my lips, “we're out of time, babe.”

Embarrassed that I hadn’t noticed the car had stopped, I scrambled up and straightened my skirt, my knees weak. With waves of pleasure still gushing through my veins, I tried to process what had just happened. Oral sex in the back of a limo had to be a first for me. For him…well, it didn’t matter, did it? I was going to be the only woman for him from now on.

After I was decent, Owen opened the door and helped me out, his hand on my lower back as we entered the hotel together. “I am going make love to you all night,” he whispered softly in my ear as we walked through the lobby. “I am going to make love to you until you scream my name – and then I'm going to fuck you.”

“Stop it,” I laughed, pushing him sideways, my heart light.

He flashed me a bright smile as we reached the elevator, wrapping me in

his arms as soon as we were inside. “I’ve been dying to hold you for months, do you know that?”

I laid my head on his chest, enjoying the moment together. “I’ve missed you, Owen. I’ve missed us.”

“Me, too, babe,” he answered, kissing my forehead. “Me, too.”

The elevator doors opened, and we stepped out, walking hand in hand until we reached his room. He fumbled with the key and then pushed the door open so I could step through first. As soon as he shut the door, though, I stripped off my shirt and practically tore off my bra, hearing his intake of breath as it hit the floor next to him. I didn't want to waste any more time; we'd already done our fair share of that over the past few months. Arching a brow, I looked at him. “Well, aren’t you going to join me?”

“Hell yes,” he growled, reaching for the hem of his shirt. I peeled off my skirt and wet panties, stepping out of my shoes as I headed to the bathroom where a deep, stone inlaid shower awaited.

There wasn’t a moment of time wasted in turning on the shower and stepping in. By the time he stepped into the shower next to me, I was already drenched, enjoying the heat of the water pouring over me. I turned to meet his stare, drinking in the sight of him before me once again. Just being close to him would have been enough to get me worked up, but having his wet naked body so close was overwhelmingly arousing.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he said softly, his eyes traveling slowly down the length of my body, his hands gliding up the sides of my hips until they came to rest cradling my face. “I can hardly believe you’re mine.” He closed the gap between us, pressing my body against his, connecting his mouth tenderly with mine.

“I am, Owen. Only yours.”

He groaned, sliding his hands back down to grip my hips, lifting me up as I squealed with laughter. My laughter was replaced with moans of pleasure as he pressed me against the stone shower wall, angling his hips to meet me and drove himself home without hesitation.

“Oh my God,” I gasped, shuddering as he filled me completely, stretching me to accommodate him.

“Hell yes,” he answered, his grip on my hips tight. “You're so fucking wet, Nalia. God, you feel good.”

I moaned and leaned down, biting his shoulder as he pounded into me, all of the time wasted over the last two months melting away in seconds. He started to pump faster and faster, and I screamed his name as an orgasm claimed me. Seconds later, I felt his throbbing cock pulsate violently inside me, the intensity of his orgasm evident on his face.

For a moment, we just stared intently at each other, the sound of the water cascading over our bodies the only sound aside from our harsh breathing. Then he laughed, lowering me to the floor. “Damn, that was quick. Amazing, but quick.”

I laughed, giving him a saucy smile. “I'm sure it'll be longer next time,” I teased as I reached for a washcloth.

“Longer and harder,” he promised, smacking my ass.

We lingered, taking time to help each other with the hard to reach places before rinsing off and shutting off the water.

“Come on,” he said, pulling a towel from the rack and handing it to me before taking one for himself. “I need to do something I’ve been thinking about for over three months.”

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