Rescue Breathing (25 page)

“
Mmmm, so good,” I hum and close my eyes as
I enjoy the chocolate. When I open my eyes, Owen is gaping at me,
his mouth wide open. “You have to try a bite. This is insanely
good.”

I take my spoon and run it across the rim
of the container before holding the spoon out to him.
He opens his mouth, his eyes
locked on mine. I see delight spread over his face as he tastes the
chocolate.

“
So good, right?” I say, nodding slowly but
enthusiastically.

“
Right,” he agrees slowly.
“
Good
…” And then I can tell a thought crosses
his mind. “I want to try something.”

I widen my eyes in mock surprise as I take
another mouthful of ice cream.

“
I like flavor combinations. You know, like
peanut butter and banana or lemon and raspberry.” He fills the tip
of the spoon with ice cream and quickly looks into my eyes before
slowly and seductively smears it across my upper chest.

I gasp from the cold, but he leans
forward, running his hot tongue across my chest, lapping up the ice
cream, and I groan in delight.
The combination of cold and hot is insane, reaching all the
way down to my toes and stopping between my legs for good
measure.

“
But chocolate and salt is my favorite,” he
growls, and I can feel him smile against my skin.

I'm leaning back into the couch, a little
dumbfounded and a lot aroused. I take the spoon from his hand and
place a small amount on my collarbone.

“
You missed a spot. It's not polite to
leave a mess behind,” I chastise in a breathy voice. He leans
forward with a smirk and slowly drags his warm tongue along my
collarbone. He starts to sit back up a bit, but I shake my head.
“That was awfully close to my dress. If we're going to keep playing
this game, I should really take it off.”

“
Funny. I was just thinking the very same
thing,” he says, standing and offering his hand to me, helping me
off the couch. I take his hand, and as I stand, he bends down and
delicately kisses my bare shoulder as his fingers find the small
zipper of my dress. It slides down easily and we both
smile.

“
Look at that.
No zipper problems,
” he announces, proud of himself.

I snicker as my dress falls to the floor
before pooling at my feet.
Owen steps back, his face suddenly serious.

“
Goddamn, you
're gorgeous,” he whispers as his hands slowly
glide down the sides of my arms.

I can feel that I
'm flushed from embarrassment at his endearment
and the wine. His eyes tell me that he wants to eat me alive, and I
respond by instantly becoming wet. He kisses me passionately and I
open to him immediately, happily, purposefully.

My hands slither up his strong arms,
around his neck, and into his hair. I love how he kisses and the
feel of his tongue sliding against mine. His hands roam my body
slowly, as if he were taking stock of every little thing he
touches. I could stay kissing him like this forever. His hand
slides over my ass, squeezing it gently, and I moan into his mouth.
I pull back a bit, looking into his eyes, grateful that my heels
are still on because he is still towering over me.

“
Owen
…
you
won
't… There's
not…
You
won
't break me, right?”
I'm surprised I've said it even as I'm saying it, but the reality
is that this has been on my mind.

He looks down at me with a look of
confusion that morphs into understanding and maybe
adoration.
“Never,” he
promises, looking me straight in the eyes. He takes my hand and
kisses my knuckles one by one. “Give me a chance to prove it to
you. Come with me to my room.”

I nod and start to follow him as he walks
toward his room. Suddenly, he stops and turns around.

“
And Olivia?”

“
Yes?” I answer timidly.

“
Bring the ice cream.”

I smile in relief and pick up the ice
cream and spoon.
As I
follow him into the room, Ray LaMontagne's
Let It Be Me
starts to play and echoes through the
apartment.

We enter his room and I quickly start to
survey my surroundings. There is a huge wooden four-poster bed in
the center of the room with matching furniture. It's almost
majestic and definitely someplace I could see him sleeping...and
fucking. An unbidden thought of other women who have been here
flits through my mind and I try to push them out. Why does every
woman have that thought? It's not as if men can never have had
another woman before them. I make a mental note to add that to my
list of things to research.

I place the ice cream and spoon on the end
table and put my hand out to him, beckoning him closer.
When he walks over to me, I
grab him by the belt and tug him closer. I undo his buckle and pull
it from the loops, letting it drop to the floor, all the while not
breaking eye contact with him.

“
You have me at a very serious disadvantage
right now.” I look down at my mostly naked body and look up at his
very clothed body. “We need to do away with some of these
clothes.”

I help him pull his polo shirt over his
head since I cannot reach quite that far. I undo the buttons of his
jeans and start to push them over his hips as he tosses his shirt
to the side. He kicks his jeans off and stands before me in just
his boxers. His very tight, very full boxers.
Don'
t stare, Olivia
.
But...wow.

I look up at him again through my
lashes.
“There. Now
we'
re even.
Everyone is in their
underwear.”

He smiles and gives a silent laugh, his
head falling back a bit. As his gaze comes back to mine, my arms
run up his arms to his neck, and I pull him down to kiss me. I lick
at his lower lip and nibble until his mouth opens for me. I want to
show him that this is what I want. That I am here without
hesitation, no questions.

His tongue slips slowly into my mouth and
I taste the remnants of sweet chocolate and wine. I moan faintly,
encouraging him. Owen steps back and studies my eyes, my mouth, my
chest, my stomach, and my sex. He then reaches behind me, and
scoops a finger in the softened chocolate ice cream and spreads it
across my bottom lip. Before I get a chance to say or do anything,
he smiles, bends down, and sucks my lip into his mouth.

“
You're delicious.”

Like the ice cream, I'm melting.
It'
s
clich
é but so freaking
true. He sucks at my lip with his hand resting lightly at my waist.
I pull back a bit, licking what's left of the ice cream off and
grin as I grab the container of ice cream. I hold it up, giving him
a smirk and a lifted eyebrow. Taking his finger, I dip it into the
container, helping him scoop some more ice cream. I bring his
finger to my mouth, place it on my tongue, and suck
gently.

“
Mmmmm, you taste good too.”

His eyes widen as I treat his finger like
I treated his cock back in Seattle, licking up and down the length,
sucking on the tip.
He
groans. It's an awe-inspiring sound, one that drenches my panties
just a little more. I get an idea and step back from him toward the
bed.

“
Have you ever seen the sushi geishas?
Those women who lay out like a buffet and are covered with sushi,
and when it's all gone, they're left there lying naked?” I sit on
the edge of the bed and scoot myself back until I'm in the
middle.

He slowly shakes his head.

“
They are geishas who wear usually nothing
but panties and sushi. They act like the platter, and well...I
wouldn'
t
mind
… I mean, I want to
be your ice cream geisha,” I say with as much confidence as I can
muster.

I reach behind my back and unhook my
bra.
Owen
's eyes look
like they might fall out of his head as I unhurriedly peel the
straps down my arms and take it off, flinging it onto the floor. I
lie back on my elbows, angled so he can see my face with my hair
fanned out behind me.

“
Well? Are you game?”

“
I'm happy to play with you any time,
beautiful,” he quips. He is quiet for a moment, his breathing
heavy, his eyes hooded. He gazes at me, his eyes running slowly up
and down my body. I get goose bumps under his intense stare. “I
could look at you like this for hours, Olivia,” he
murmurs.

My eyes soften and I run my fingers over
the hair on his forearm.
We share the moment for a second or two longer, and then he
blinks, suddenly coming back to where we are. Enthusiastically, he
grabs the container of ice cream and crawls onto the bed. He kneels
beside me and eyes my body from head to toe as if determining what
part of my body to use first. He takes a small scoop of ice cream
and puts a dollop at the hollow of my neck.

“
Ahh! Cold!” I exclaim and I feel my
nipples tighten into hard peaks. He smirks and takes another small
scoop and places it on my left nipple. I think I'm going to pass
out from the combination of it feeling so good and the anticipation
of what he'll do to get it off my body. The ice cream starts to
slip down over the side of my breast and he quickly leans over my
body and licks it off with long, full licks along my
breast.

“
Oh God …” I whisper breathlessly. He takes
his time licking the remaining ice cream off me and licking and
suckling my nipple, the flat of his tongue gliding back and
forth.

“
So good …” he groans and he looks up at
me, noticing the ice cream at my neck is melting too. He sucks a
trail of wet kisses up my chest and licks the chocolate off my
neck. I hum and he sits back on his heels, looking pleased with
himself.

“
Are you full?” I ask, challenging
him.

“
Not even close,” he replies and puts
another dollop of ice cream in my navel.

“
Ohh!” I yelp.

“
Too much?” he asks, feigning
concern.

He's teasing me ...but that was sort of
the point, wasn't it? I give him a stern look. “I can handle
it.”

Owen laughs and drags a line of melting
dessert from my navel down to my panty line. I lift my head up to
watch as he puts the spoon in his mouth and sucks it clean, giving
a groan and an exaggerated look of pleasure. He plops the spoon
inside the ice cream tub and places it on the bedside table before
he crawls over my body to suck the melted chocolate out of my
navel, his tongue dipping and circling.

“
Ah…” I moan. It feels so good.

He places his hand on my knee and starts
to slide it up the inside of my thigh as his tongue laps the ice
cream trail he has left leading to my panties.
His fingers draw little circles on the
soft skin inside my thigh. The visible shiver he elicits from my
body causes him to smile wickedly against my lower belly. As his
mouth touches the elastic of my panties, his hand meets the apex of
my thighs. One finger reaches out and very lightly rubs once up
against the crotch of my drenched panties.

“
Mmmm…
Owen
…” I
breathe.

The atmosphere in the room shifts from
playful to intense in a nanosecond. I swear the lights dimmed and
the scene became more seductive.

“
What is it, Olivia? What do you want me to
do?
Tell
me,
” he asks, his words
muffled by his proximity to the skin on my thigh, his hot breath
washing over me.

“
Take… Please… Take them off.”

He hooks his thumbs in the band of my
panties and I lift my hips off the bed to help him remove them. He
bends over the bed, positioning his torso between my thighs as his
face hovers over my mound. I can feel cool air as he blows over my
wet, sensitized skin.

“
Fuck, Olivia, you're doing crazy things to
me,” he breathes. Owen twists to his side and grabs the ice cream
container, taking a spoonful and surprising me by placing it on his
tongue versus my body.

I watch him enjoy the taste before he
swallows and settles between my legs.
Using his fingers he opens me and slides his
tongue between my folds. My back arches up from the bed as his cold
tongue makes contact with my warmth. It's an unexpectedly wonderful
feeling. He places his hand on my inner thigh, holding me open as
he licks, sucks, and kisses me.

I grab a handful of the sheet and arch
into his mouth. His cold tongue feels insane on my wet skin. He
groans as he licks and suckles on me, cherishing me, devouring
me.

“
Owen...oh God,
” I moan.

“
What, baby? Tell me. I love it when you
tell me,” he almost begs.

I struggle with what to say. I'm not used
to vocalizing what I want in bed. I know I did that with him in
Seattle, but I was drunk most of the time or minimally feeling
buzzed enough to let some of my inhibitions go. But here, awake,
alert, aware—it's very different for me. I decide to be brave,
since telling him what I want isn't that different from telling him
that I want to be his chocolate ice cream buffet.