Elemental Assassin 04 - Tangled Threads

plunged into his mouth, hot and demanding, even as I crawled up and straddled him, rocking back and forth, telling him exactly what I wanted, exactly what I needed—him. Now. Always.
    After a second of hesitation, Owen growled low in his throat and responded in kind, his tongue dueling with mine for control. A minute later, we broke apart, already breathing heavily. But the kiss had done nothing to quench my desire for him. If anything, it had only made my need flare that much brighter, that much hotter. I already felt close to exploding. Or perhaps that was because of everything I was feeling—things I just couldn’t put into words. Not now, maybe not ever. But I could show him how I felt—again and again and again.
    I moved in to kiss him again, but Owen held a finger up to my lips.
    “Wait, wait, are you sure you feel up to it?” he murmured. “We don’t have to—”
    I rocked forward again, slowly grinding against him. Then my hand dropped to his stomach and moved lower, stroking him through the thick fabric of his pants, showing him exactly how up to it I felt.
    Owen reached for me, and our lips met again. We spent a long time just kissing, just exploring each other’s mouths, reveling in the other’s scent, taste, feel, touch. Finally he reached for me, ready to take things to the next level, but I slid off the bed. I wanted this to last, to be something special, if only for tonight. Because I knew it might be my last, if LaFleur had her way.
    My eyes locked with Owen’s, gray on violet, bothgleaming with heat, passion, need, desire. I stretched my arms up over my head. And then I started to move.
    I did a slow, sinuous striptease for him, curving my body this way and that, shedding one piece of clothing at a time as I went along, letting the fabric float away to the floor. Owen sat back on the bed and enjoyed the show, although the desire burned that much brighter in his gaze, with every bit of myself I revealed to him.
    Finally, when I stood naked before him, I held out my hand. He took it, and I pulled him off the bed and up to his feet. Owen started to gather me in his arms again, but I moved around him, still teasing. Sliding my hands this way and that across his chest. Touching him here, then there, lower, harder, softer, gentler, until the muscles in his neck bulged from the strain of standing still.
    I moved behind him, running my fingers through his thick, black hair, before pressing a soft kiss to the side of his neck.
    “Let me undress you,” I murmured in his ear.
    Owen nodded and lifted his arms over his head. I made quick work of his sweater, socks, and pants, and soon, he stood there before me wearing only a pair of black silk boxers. They hung low on his lean hips, a dusky trail of hair dipping down below the waistband. I stepped closer to Owen, who watched me through hooded eyes. He knew the teasing game I was playing, and he was enjoying it just as much as I was.
    I hooked one finger in the waistband of his boxers, then lightly snapped them back against his skin.
    “Hey, now,” he growled. “Don’t damage anything you might want me to use in a few minutes.”
    “Oh, don’t worry,” I said. “I’ll take extra good care of you tonight.”
    I leaned forward and slowly slid his boxers down his legs. Owen stepped out of them and kicked the silk across the room. But I was already moving forward, putting my mouth on his thick length, sucking gently, then harder, my nails running every which way on and around him.
    “Gin,” he rasped, his hips automatically pumping forward. Owen braced a hand on the nightstand to keep himself in check.
    “Now, now,” I said in a soft voice. “Good things come to those who wait.”
    I continued my teasing for several more minutes, bringing him to the edge again and again but not pushing him over it. Owen groaned with delight.
    But finally, he had had enough of my teasing. He grabbed my arms, pulled me to my feet, and picked me up. I locked my legs around his waist. He maneuvered me up against the closet wall and gave me a wicked, wolfish smile, his violet eyes as bright and beautiful as I had ever seen them.
    “My turn,” he rasped.
    His lips dropped to my neck, kissing me there, as one of his hands went down between my legs. I opened myself to him, and he slipped a finger inside me, pumping back and forth in a quick motion that drove me crazy with need. He added another finger, and my pleasure only increased, to the point that it was