Read Online Owned (Rockstar Romance) (Lost in Oblivion Book 5) by Cari Quinn, Taryn Elliott - Free Book Online
Authors: Cari Quinn, Taryn Elliott
Ads: Link
the tips of his ears turn pink. “I’m no catwalk model,” he muttered, undoing his belt and zipper. He shoved his jeans and boxers down his legs.
“You could be, if you wanted to.”
After kicking off his boot, he paused with one socked foot in mid-air and his jeans still bunched around his ankles. “Say what?”
“You could model too. You’re not exactly ugly, Mr. Crandall.” She let her gaze wander over his body until she had to flatten her hand against the comforter to stop from squirming. Just checking him out made her wet and hot.
“Oh, man, I’m so going to nail you for even saying that. Me, a fucking model. Jesus.” His other boot went flying and he shed his jeans quicker than she could blink. In a heartbeat, he was on top of her, his hand clasped around her wrists as he drew them above her head. “Bad girl.” He nibbled her chin and down her throat. “So fucking bad.”
The guy knew the direct path to her libido, because the minute he said those words, she couldn’t help writhing beneath his long, hard body. Hard all over, every inch. She wound her legs around his hips and arched against him, needing him to fill her the way she craved. Deep, fast, inescapable. She widened her thighs and bit down on the cords of his neck, loving the groan he released against her skin. That was another kind of music, one she hadn’t heard nearly enough of lately.
Time to correct that.
“I think you need to fuck me. Now,” she panted, not caring if she sounded more than a little desperate.
With him, she could be. She should be.
“So pushy. I think you need to remember who’s on top and wait until I’m good and ready.” He flexed his hips against her and she went still, more than ready for his cock. If pretending to be submissive long enough to get it would work, then hell, she was in.
“You’re on top.” Here if nowhere else, at least for this moment.
“That’s better.” He tightened his grip on her wrists and moved his mouth over her cleavage, sliding lower to take her nipple between his teeth. She bit her lip at his hot, hungry suction, helpless against her little impatient rocks against his erection.
He chuckled against her flesh and gave her one of those slow, sexy looks from under the fringe of his dark lashes, his gaze traveling over her flushed breasts up to her probably equally flushed face. Then he slid down her body, his mouth following a meandering path over her belly and past her navel.
She barely noticed when the tightness eased around her wrists, thanks to the insistent flick of his tongue over her mound and lower, along her lips and inside to where she was already so saturated for him. He used both hands to push her thighs wide and took his time looking his fill while she fought that niggling urge to cover herself. That voice was way quieter than it had been a year ago, but it was still there. No matter how much she hated it.
Until his mouth covered her and made her forget anything but him.
His fingers eased inside and his tongue and teeth created the most incredible havoc on all the pleasure centers in her system. Gently, he pulled on her clit and blew a light stream of air on her heated folds while he pressed his fingers deep, then deeper still. Making room for all he was intent on giving her. Two fingers to start, then three, while his lips maintained the suction on her clit. A curl of his magic fingers and she arched, ready to fly. She wanted him to make the trip with her, because as greedy as she was, nothing was quite as amazing as those rare times that they came together.
A whimper escaped and he lifted his head, pupils dilated, chin damp with her arousal. “You want it, don’t you?” he asked, his voice low, guttural.
Now and then she still wished she could hide her face—and her urgency—from him. But he wouldn’t allow it. Even if he had, she wouldn’t have allowed it from herself.
She’d come too far to take any steps backward.
“Yes, I want it.” She met
“You could be, if you wanted to.”
After kicking off his boot, he paused with one socked foot in mid-air and his jeans still bunched around his ankles. “Say what?”
“You could model too. You’re not exactly ugly, Mr. Crandall.” She let her gaze wander over his body until she had to flatten her hand against the comforter to stop from squirming. Just checking him out made her wet and hot.
“Oh, man, I’m so going to nail you for even saying that. Me, a fucking model. Jesus.” His other boot went flying and he shed his jeans quicker than she could blink. In a heartbeat, he was on top of her, his hand clasped around her wrists as he drew them above her head. “Bad girl.” He nibbled her chin and down her throat. “So fucking bad.”
The guy knew the direct path to her libido, because the minute he said those words, she couldn’t help writhing beneath his long, hard body. Hard all over, every inch. She wound her legs around his hips and arched against him, needing him to fill her the way she craved. Deep, fast, inescapable. She widened her thighs and bit down on the cords of his neck, loving the groan he released against her skin. That was another kind of music, one she hadn’t heard nearly enough of lately.
Time to correct that.
“I think you need to fuck me. Now,” she panted, not caring if she sounded more than a little desperate.
With him, she could be. She should be.
“So pushy. I think you need to remember who’s on top and wait until I’m good and ready.” He flexed his hips against her and she went still, more than ready for his cock. If pretending to be submissive long enough to get it would work, then hell, she was in.
“You’re on top.” Here if nowhere else, at least for this moment.
“That’s better.” He tightened his grip on her wrists and moved his mouth over her cleavage, sliding lower to take her nipple between his teeth. She bit her lip at his hot, hungry suction, helpless against her little impatient rocks against his erection.
He chuckled against her flesh and gave her one of those slow, sexy looks from under the fringe of his dark lashes, his gaze traveling over her flushed breasts up to her probably equally flushed face. Then he slid down her body, his mouth following a meandering path over her belly and past her navel.
She barely noticed when the tightness eased around her wrists, thanks to the insistent flick of his tongue over her mound and lower, along her lips and inside to where she was already so saturated for him. He used both hands to push her thighs wide and took his time looking his fill while she fought that niggling urge to cover herself. That voice was way quieter than it had been a year ago, but it was still there. No matter how much she hated it.
Until his mouth covered her and made her forget anything but him.
His fingers eased inside and his tongue and teeth created the most incredible havoc on all the pleasure centers in her system. Gently, he pulled on her clit and blew a light stream of air on her heated folds while he pressed his fingers deep, then deeper still. Making room for all he was intent on giving her. Two fingers to start, then three, while his lips maintained the suction on her clit. A curl of his magic fingers and she arched, ready to fly. She wanted him to make the trip with her, because as greedy as she was, nothing was quite as amazing as those rare times that they came together.
A whimper escaped and he lifted his head, pupils dilated, chin damp with her arousal. “You want it, don’t you?” he asked, his voice low, guttural.
Now and then she still wished she could hide her face—and her urgency—from him. But he wouldn’t allow it. Even if he had, she wouldn’t have allowed it from herself.
She’d come too far to take any steps backward.
“Yes, I want it.” She met
Similar Books
