Series: Fever Falls Series by Riley Hart
Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 96260 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 481(@200wpm)___ 385(@250wpm)___ 321(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 96260 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 481(@200wpm)___ 385(@250wpm)___ 321(@300wpm)
I was relieved he hadn’t had a chance yet.
We rushed in, and everything happened so fast, I hardly had a chance to think before Owen’s lips were on mine again and he had me pinned against the door.
And that tongue…that fucking tongue…I had it in my mouth again.
Thank fucking God.
I threw my arms around him, forcing him as close as I could as we effortlessly picked up right where we’d left off.
His mouth freed mine for a moment as he made his way down my chin, to my neck, kissing so fucking passionately, working every nerve in my body so that I felt as though the energy might burst right through my skin.
I’d messed around with a lot of guys before, but how had I never known it could feel like that?
His hand slid to my back, then under my jeans as he felt the lace of my underwear.
So many things to say, so many thoughts I struggled to grasp in my brain, but he finally gasped before pulling back and looking me in the eyes. “There,” he said. “Did that make up for how I made you feel out there?”
“That’s kinda an understatement.” But we had a serious problem. “What about that no-messing-around rule?”
I hated even saying the words, but the last thing in the world I wanted was for us to do anything Owen would regret.
“Perhaps now’s the time to tell you that I’ve always been particularly bad at following rules,” he confessed, biting his bottom lip. “But…if anything happened…”
Even as he spoke the words that seemed to suggest we had to stop, he was looking at me like he was seconds away from stripping me down and claiming my body as his…fucking marking me. Okay, maybe that was a fantasy, but still, I could’ve sworn I could see it in his eyes.
“I’m a diplomat,” Owen continued. “Surely, we can work something out. Amend our previous rule to allow some…limited interaction in case of emergencies. Something that wouldn’t necessarily put us at risk for really anything other than this physical thing I think we can both agree we’re experiencing.”
“Oh, yeah. I’m in agreement there. A big physical thing.”
“I do think we have to maintain some boundaries to keep this a working relationship—well, I don’t want to use the word relationship right now, but you get what I mean.”
“Totally. Just things we can do in emergencies…like right now.”
It was nice knowing we were on the same page, especially as I felt a motherfucker of a blue ball coming on…something I needed to soothe somehow.
“So what can we do? Blowjobs? Those are fine, right?”
“Really?” he asked.
“Yeah. Like who gives a shit? I love a cock, but like, you get off and I get off, and we’re good. I suck people off all the time and don’t give a shit.”
“Well, since I haven’t had a dick in my mouth yet, I think jerking off and blowjobs sounds fair. But just as a way to get rid of this physical thing, occasionally, when we really need it.”
“Yes, this one hundred percent makes sense,” I lied, since it sounded like total bullshit, but as long as this agreement ended with me coming, I was fine.
“But I think we definitely have to stop the kissing. That seems like it could lead to the very thing that these rules are set up to protect us from.”
“That’s true. No kissing.”
“But blowjobs and handjobs are fine.”
“That’s the deal?” I asked.
“Right after this,” he said before moving quickly and kissing me once again.
He shoved me back against the door, not hard, just enough to let me know who was in charge…how powerful he was, and how he was totally in control as his lips smashed down against mine and he slid his tongue past my lips. His hands hooked around me, pulling me close to him as we nipped and licked and kissed so fucking desperately, since we both knew it was about to be taken from us.
His body felt so good against mine.
This was all like some hot wet dream I didn’t want to end.
“Okay, maybe kissing, blowjobs, and handjobs,” he said, his lips not an inch away from my own as he whispered the words. “The important part is that we both understand where the line is.”
“O, I really don’t want to be a buzzkill right now, but I’m pretty sure we’ve figured out that the kissing is probably the most dangerous thing for us.”
“Yeah, you’re right, you’re right. Just handjobs and blowjobs,” he said before continuing to offer kisses that I wouldn’t deny him until we’d both gotten it out of our systems.
But as I felt my senses returning to me, I said, “So officially, blowjobs are fine?”
“Absolutely,” he said, barely parting our lips to reply.
As much as I wanted to linger there for a bit longer, my desire overwhelmed me as I felt my way to his fly, unfastening the button and unzipping it before reaching under his briefs and feeling his hard-on.