Chapter Eleven

Osten felt ten feet tall at her observation. He was pleased she found him attractive. His own eyes moved over her flat stomach, toned abs and up her full chest that was barely contained in the white satin that covered them. “And you are astoundingly gorgeous.”

His callused hands moved to the sides of her full breasts and he teased her nipples again with his thumbs. A masculine grin crossed his face as her head dropped back, granting him further access. All this magnificent bounty and it was all being offered up to him.

Unable to stop himself, he maneuvered his hand to the front clasp on her bra. The material sprang apart, revealing to him the total and perfect view of her breasts. His mouth latched onto the right nipple, drawing it deeply into his hot mouth. She released a low moan.

His teeth grazed against the pebbled nipple, changing her low moan into a richer, deeper one. His palm cupped her left breast, teasing the nipple with his rough skin.

“Oh,” her throaty voice split the breathing sounds in the room. “Osten.” His name was half groan, half beg.

Without responding verbally, he changed breasts with his mouth. His thumb and forefinger continued to tease the hard nipple he had just released. Each tug he gave on her tight tips aimed to draw a responding pull from deep within her body.

She ground against his throbbing cock. Her hips had begun to move in that instinctive motion he knew would take him to the stars.

Osten placed his strong hands on her sides, bringing her head up. Their lips met in an intense explosion. There was no wish to go slow any longer.

Their mouths mated together in increasing passion. He pulled on her lower lip and nipped it before sucking away the pain. Each whimper she emitted he took as his mouth refused to release hers.

Bare chests rubbed together. The coarse hair on his evoked tremors through CJ as it brushed over her highly sensitive nipples. And each quiver she experienced shot a jolt of awareness through his primed body.

Osten changed their position on the couch. Mouths still connected, he laid her back on the soft gray material of her sofa. Now he was on top of her and one hand moved down to the button on her jeans.

Beneath him, CJ pulled back from his kiss. Her eyes were heavy-lidded as she gazed upon his face. “Osten,” she whispered.

“What?” his question just as hushed as her voice had been.

She shook her head in embarrassment. “I can’t.”

Closing his eyes against the disappointment that coursed through his body, he leaned in and pressed a quick kiss on her swollen lips. “Okay,” he murmured, climbing off her body and putting some much needed space between them.

CJ sat up and tugged her sweatshirt on over her head, leaving the bra where it lay on the floor. She worried her lower lip with her teeth while regarding the almost wary expression on his face. One of her hands reached partway to him only to retreat.

Osten fought to control his breathing. He hadn’t ever been so randy in his life, for only getting as far as he did with a woman. And with this one, he wasn’t going to rush, no matter how he wanted to.

However, when he noticed her reluctance to touch him, he reacted. He grabbed that same hand and tugged her over to him, settling her across his lap. He latched his hands around her waist, grateful and disappointed for her wearing the sweatshirt.

“Did I go to fast for you?” he queried as his nose nuzzled her soft hair.

She relaxed her weight against his chest. “No, oh, God, no! I want you so much it hurts, but I can’t.”

“Will you tell me why? What did I do?”

“It wasn’t you. I want to, I just can’t.”

It dawned on him what she was trying to communicate with him. His face spilt into a wide smile. “I get it now; just call me stupid.”

“I never should have led you on,” she mumbled in his chest.

“Baby, when this is over and we are in this position again, I will show you just what I wanted to do to you tonight. I’m okay.” He stroked her arm as she eventually nodded, remaining silent.

For a while they sat together on the couch without speaking. Her fingers trailed idly up and down his bare arm. Osten kept his cheek pressed against her head and gently rocked them back and forth.