She grinned. “Sammy the snake plant. Adam the aloe. Eddie the echeveria. Bob the burro’s tail. And whoever else we happen to find at the plant shop tomorrow.” Slipping her hand down to my ass, she gave it a firm squeeze. “And don’t worry. I’ll be the only one pinching your ass this time.”
When I was younger and imagined what my life as an adult would be like, never once did it cross my mind that I’d be damn near giddy to put together a garden table, only to wake up the next morning eager to go shopping for succulents to fill it.
But that was before I’d met Remi.
Now, it was a life I would do anything to hold on to.
Even by way of the ultimate deception.
“Sounds good, babe.” I kissed her. Slow and reverent, silently declaring every ounce of love I’d yet to officially verbalize.
At least not that she remembered.
Remi
“Yesss,” I hissed as Bowen’s thick cock filled me.
We were on the floor in his living room, various tools, screws, and instructions scattered around us. It was a dangerous affair, and Bowen was going to be none too happy when he had to reorganize all his nice, neat piles of parts for the table, but I figured an orgasm might take the edge off.
I’d started it by innocently kissing his neck as I delivered him a beer. Okay, that was a lie. There was nothing innocent about it. But I couldn’t be blamed completely. Any woman who saw a man that fine on his knees, assembling a table just for her, could not be blamed for her actions.
A sexy man who was smart, funny, and handy?
If it hadn’t been for how much I hated the sound of Styrofoam squeaking, I’d have jumped him before he even unpacked the boxes.
As it stood, I’d waited, stared at his ass, and bided my time.
That time being when he stripped his shirt off, his bicep flexing as he wiped a bead of sweat off his forehead and asked me to grab him another beer.
I got him the beer. I also let him take a sip. And then I snatched it from his hand, set it on the end table, and got busy removing his pants.
He laughed and objected for, oh, all of a half second. But the minute my lips wrapped around the head of his cock, Bowen found himself speechless.
I worked him hard with my hands and mouth. Drew him perilously close to release before backing off. He groaned every cuss word in the book and even a few I was almost positive he’d made up. But I took great pleasure in the power of bringing a man like Bowen Michaels to his knees with little more than the flick of my tongue.
Well, technically, he was on his back, but the fact remained: He was putty in my hands.
Until he decided he was done with my sexual domination, sat up, hooked an arm around my middle, and rolled me so he was on top.
It should be noted I didn’t exactly mind losing power to him. Because in one swift movement, he reached under my dress, hooked my panties to the side, and drove inside me hard and fast.
With rough hands, he shoved my dress up, losing his patience when it got caught on my breasts. “Take that shit off.”
Oh, hell.
Any other situation and we would be having some pretty serious words about him barking orders. But it was Bowen filling me, stretching me, and owning me completely. So, needless to say, I couldn’t get the damn dress off fast enough.
Slowly withdrawing, he rumbled, “Bra too.” He punctuated his demand with a hard thrust.
A moan tore from my throat, but I did not delay obeying.
He let out a low hum as I discarded my bra. Balancing on one hand, he sent his fingers on the other hand straight to my breast. With a hard pluck that could have been painful—but dear God, it set me ablaze—he asked, “Did you have fun with your little game?”
A wicked smile tipped my mouth and I sat up far enough to nip at his bottom lip. “I’m having more fun now.”
“While I don’t disagree, that hot little mouth of yours was almost enough to ruin me.” He smudged his thumb over my lips.
Snaking my tongue out, I licked the tip of his finger. “That was the goal.”
He slid the pad of his thumb over my tongue and into my mouth.
I twirled my tongue around the tip before drawing it in deep.
“Fuck yeah. Suck it, baby,” he rasped.
It was yet another order I was ready and eager to oblige.
Taking his hand with me, I reclined back on the floor. My tongue swirled around his thumb as he curled his fingers under my chin.
He fucked me hard, his fiery gaze flicking between my swaying breasts and relentless mouth. Bowen was always good in bed—or, in this case, on the floor. But watching his muscles flex and strain, his every thrust more desperate than the last, and knowing I was the one driving him to the brink of insanity was more than enough to ignite my own orgasm. A wave of pleasure slammed into me, stealing my breath. His hand fell away as my eyes screwed shut, and my back arched off the floor. Bowen’s rhythm never slowed.
“You are so fucking beautiful,” he rasped, his strokes coming shorter and more precise. He continued talking, his words jumbled, more like broken syllables than full sentences.
As he continued to pump into me, I sagged beneath him, riding on the gentle ocean of my release. However, as I floated back down, the strangest sensation of familiarity washed over me. And not in the way that I’d been with him intimately before. We’d practically had sex every time I’d seen him since we started dating. But this was different. Not a memory. Just a feeling.
The burn of the area rug on my naked back.
His body moving over me.
The weight of him as he finally came and collapsed on me.
Call it déjà vu, but I definitely felt—
“I love you so fucking much,” he panted into the curve of my neck.
Cue the record screeching.
My eyes popped open and whatever orgasm-induced déjà vu I’d been experiencing vanished into thin air because I had most definitely never heard that before.
Not from him. I mean, almost a few times. Though never that straightforward and clear.
But oh my God, they were the sweetest words I’d ever heard. “You do?”
“Shit. I swore to myself I wasn’t going to blurt that out during sex like a sap.” He propped himself up on an elbow and caught my eyes. “It’s just… Short of biting my tongue in half, there was no way I could keep it in.”
My throat filled with emotion as I lay there, staring up at the most incredible man I had ever met. And I basked in the knowledge that he not only was falling in love with me but had already reached the ground floor. Which in this case was not rock bottom but rather the highest of highs.
Bowen was in love with me.
He shook his head. “Relax. You don’t have to say it back.”
“Are you kidding me?” I palmed either side of his face. “I absolutely have to say it back because I’d be a liar if I didn’t. I love you.” I pecked his lips. “I love you.” Another kiss. “I love you so fucking much, Bowen Michaels.”
He smiled, wide and brilliant. “Yeah?”
“Absolutely. I never stood a chance after I saw that handkerchief.”
He threw his head back and laughed, loud and rich.
“Then with the safety pin?” I fanned myself. “A man who’s prepared for anything. What more could a woman ask for?”