“Sp-spot. In front.”

“Mmm, yes, I know all about that spot.”

She strained her neck to look back at him. To watch his face as he took pleasure in her body. He gnawed on his lower lip. His nostrils flared slightly with each labored breath. A film of sweat brought a sheen to his tanned skin. He was so gorgeous, she had a hard time comprehending that he wasn’t a figment of her imagination. What she found even more baffling was that what was inside seemed to be as a beautiful as the outside. His eyelids fluttered open and he paused his thrusts. His eyes met hers and he took a calm moment to just stare at her, as she couldn’t take her eyes off him.

“The spot,” he said. “Right.”

He’d misunderstood why she was staring.

He pulled out, and she only partially stifled her sob of protest.

“It’s okay,” he whispered. “I’ll find it again.”

He eased her onto her back and lifted her legs to rest on his shoulders. “I do love a woman in thigh-high stockings,” he said, his hands splaying over one thigh at the margin where skin met silk. “So sexy. Everything about you is sexy, Caitlyn.” He held her gaze, his blue eyes sincere and intense. “Everything.”

He bent to kiss the inside of her thigh.

Caitlyn whimpered. She was never at a loss for words, but she couldn’t form a coherent thought.

“If you hadn’t tied me up and done dirty things to me, I would have taken my time with you.”

She didn’t need him to take his time, she needed him inside her again. She tried to sit up, to reach for his cock, but her hamstrings pulled painfully and she collapsed back on the bed. He straightened, smiling down at her with an ornery gleam in his eye. Why did she think this was about revenge?

“You know where else that piercing feels good?” he murmured.

She shook her head, her mind racing through possibilities.

Cock in hand, he rubbed the little metal ball against her clit. Shockwaves of pleasure streaked up her spine.

“Spread your legs wide for me, Caitlyn. Let me in.”

She’d do an inverted Chinese split if it would get him inside her again. She slipped her ankles from his shoulders and bent her knees, grabbing her thighs to pull them as far apart as she could bear.

“Beautiful,” he whispered.

He rubbed the head of his cock and that wondrous piercing against her clit. Teasing her. Delighting her. Driving her mad with pleasure. When he slipped inside her, she cried out in bliss. And then he was rubbing himself against her clit again.

“Almost,” he whispered.

Caitlyn’s body began to tremble uncontrollably. Her toes curled. Her thighs tried to close as the pleasure became unbearable, but she held them open with tense fingers. “Owen.”

“Almost,” he whispered again.

Her back arched off the bed as his persistence paid off, and she came so hard, her vision tunneled. And then he was inside her, riding her orgasm. Thrusting with a hard, consistent rhythm. Rubbing against that perfect spot with each inward thrust and withdrawal until Caitlyn was certain she’d found heaven. She’d had orgasms in the past, but she’d never felt them in every inch of her body. She would have screamed if she’d had the mental capacity to make her lungs work properly.

Owen’s breath hitched and she pried her eyes open to watch him come. His gorgeous face twisted into a mask of unmistakable bliss as he thrust into her one last time and clung to her ass, shuddering hard as he let go.

“Fuck, yes,” he said in a breathless growl.

Her sentiments exactly. Dear God, the man was amazing.

He collapsed on top of her, his skin hot and moist against hers, his breath hard and heavy in her ear. She released her thighs, but only so she could wrap her arms and legs around him. She wanted to tell him how wonderful he was, but her brain still wasn’t online. So she clung to him and rubbed her mouth against his shoulder, hoping he understood that he’d blown her mind by making her experience things in her body she’d never known existed.

After a long moment, his breathing stilled and he lifted his head to look at her. “Well that was fun,” he said.

She smiled and nodded, though fun was much too small a word for what she’d experienced.

He started to draw away, and she hung onto him feebly, her limbs like gelatin.

He kissed her lips and brushed her hair from her cheeks. “I’ll be right back,” he promised, standing beside the bed.

She realized that she wasn’t in the most comfortable position and squirmed farther up on the mattress. She didn’t take her eyes off of him as he removed the condom and disposed of it. With one eye closed and a curious look on his face, Owen took a moment to clean his backside and then wash his hands. Caitlyn gnawed on her lip, anticipating the disappointment of him putting on his clothes and leaving her lying there alone to sort through her suddenly jumbled emotions. Her heart skipped in delight as he returned to the bed and lay beside her. He really had come back.

Owen rested his head on Caitlyn’s belly, one hand gently stroking the inside of her thigh as he took deep, calming breaths. Caitlyn’s body continued to shudder with aftershocks of pleasure as she slowly reconnected with earth. It was a long way down from nirvana.

“Wow,” she said after a long moment. “Just… wow.”

Owen chuckled softly and turned his head to place a suckling kiss just above Caitlyn’s navel. Her flesh quivered. Goose bumps rose to the surface of her skin. It seemed every inch of her wanted to be physically closer to the man—even her damned hair follicles.

“I’ve never…” she whispered, unable to find the words to express the depths of her pleasure, but feeling the need to try. To let him know he’d been amazing, although amazing just didn’t seem like a strong enough description. Nor did phenomenal, earth-shattering, or fantastic.

“You’ve never what?” The deep timber of his voice made her nipples pebble. He noticed—bless him—and rubbed his lips over the sensitive tip of her breast. She shuddered. Her body wanted more of him.

“I’ve never…”

His tongue flicked out, teasing her into wanting still more. She lifted a weary arm and ran her fingers through his hair, toying with the soft, slightly sweat-damp strands at his nape.

“You’ve never…” he prompted.

She took a deep breath, her body quivering as she exhaled. “Come so hard that I felt it in the soles of my feet. You’re something special, Owen… uh… Owen… Um…” Dear God, she’d just had the most amazing sexual experience of her life, and she didn’t even know his last name.

“Mitchell,” he supplied, as if he were a mind-reader.

“Owen Mitchell,” she said. “I’ve never done anything like this before.”

“You’re supposed to save your regrets for when we’re awkwardly putting our clothes back on and avoiding each other’s eyes.”

“But I don’t regret it,” she said. “Not at all. I only regret that I didn’t find you sooner.” She flushed, realizing too late that it wasn’t the kind of thing you said after having sex with someone you didn’t know.

“Were you looking for me?” he asked, amusement in his tone. She knew he’d be smiling. Wasn’t sure if he’d laugh at her or not, but what the hell? She liked him. And she wanted him to like her too. Would being frank scare him away? Or make her intentions clear? She wasn’t sure. That’s what she got for marrying the first man who ever paid her any attention.

“I must’ve been. If not, I should have been.” She took another deep breath, her heart thudding with nervousness. “I’m sorry if I’m going about this all wrong. You probably do this kind of thing all the time.”

“If I’m lucky.”

She laughed and hugged him with as much strength as she could muster. “So what do we do now? Are we supposed to put our clothes back on and go our separate ways immediately? Or can I stay with you longer?”

“We do whatever we feel like.”