Just a Number(71)

Or maybe this is just getting easier, and by the time we tell Dad in a couple of days, we’ll have worried for nothing.

Okay, I’m not really that naïve.

Owen continues to stare down into my eyes, awaiting my answer. I give him a playful smirk and sling my garment bag over my shoulder “Not until tomorrow. But I think you’ll really like it.”

“Not even a little peek?” he tries again, using his thumb and index finger to indicate just how tiny a peek he’s asking for. He really is adorable right now, and I very briefly contemplate honoring his request.

But I choose not to, obviously. I’ll make him sweat it out a little. It’s more fun that way.

As I back toward the hall and head to the bedroom, he follows me, sitting on the bed while I hang my dress on the back of the door and turn to him with a shrug. “Sorry. I don’t want to ruin the surprise.” I saunter toward him, pushing my way between his thighs as his hands find my hips. “Believe me when I say the wait will be worth it.”

With a sigh that’s so juvenile it’s hard to take too seriously, Owen admits defeat, his fingers dancing lightly across my ass and lower back as he pouts a little. “Fine.”

Leaning forward, I kiss his slightly protruding bottom lip. “How about I show you something else?” I suggest, allowing my voice to drop as I press my hands to his chest and push him down on his bed. He smirks, propping himself up on his elbows as I grip the hem of my shirt and begin to pull it up my body.

“Slowly,” he tells me, his own voice low and gravelly now as his eyes take in the bare skin of my belly. I love it when he sounds like this; the lust and desire he feels for me laces every note and seeps deep into my pores.

Always one to please, I comply, arching a brow questioningly and receiving an affirmative nod from him that tells me he’s happy with my set pace. His eyes gleam with longing as they devour every inch of newly exposed flesh. I pull the shirt over my head and drop it to the floor before I reach behind me and unclasp my bra, letting it fall down my arms as I move to unbutton my jeans next. Owen’s breathing deepens, his eyes darken, and I can see his arousal straining against his pants.

Once I’m fully disrobed, I beckon him by curling my index finger as I take two steps away from him, and he pushes himself up until he’s standing before me. I remove his shirt next while he makes quick work of his jeans. The desperation in his eyes mirrors my own, and when he makes a move to pull me back toward the bed, I stop him, shaking my head before dropping to my knees in front of him.

It’s not surprising to find him already standing at full attention, and I love how his body responds to mine—even if there’s very little touching involved.

Above me, Owen’s breath shudders when I wrap my hand around his length, stroking once before taking him in my mouth. His fingers thread through my hair in less than a second, and he groans, low and guttural, as his hips fight the urge to thrust forward too quickly.

I take my time, laving his length with my tongue, and when I look up at him through my lashes, I find him staring at me with a burning intensity that sends a shiver down my spine. I find myself torn; on one hand, I’m thoroughly enjoying watching him come apart at the seams from this angle, but I also have this deep need to have him inside me.

He must pick up what I’m feeling, because with a growl that excites me to my very core, he pulls me to my feet. There’s a momentary feeling of loss that I feel, but it disappears the minute he crushes his lips to mine. His tongue is insistent as it prods my lips open and slides against my own, and a second later, he grabs my wrist and roughly turns me around.

Now, we’ve done quick and dirty, up-against-the-wall sex before, but there’s something about this that excites me further.

Owen presses his chest to my back, lightly brushing my hair away from my neck as he peppers it with delicate kisses and several tingly nips of his teeth. I moan in response, goosebumps prickling all over my skin as his warm breath fans across it, and I press my thighs together in an effort to quell the delightfully increasing throb of arousal.

“Owen,” I pant as his hands move over my breasts and down my body, lightly grazing the sensitive flesh between my thighs.

The next thing I know, he’s bending me over the end of his bed, his hands and lips traveling up my spine and making my knees threaten to give out beneath me. I feel him brush against my ass as he continues to move behind me, and this drives me mad with lust. I’m only seconds away from begging him to take me…

Though, something tells me this is exactly what he wants.

I open my mouth to speak, but a shameless moan fills the room instead, and I press my ass back into him in hopes he’ll accept that as a silent plea. The pressure of his hand moving up my spine is both relaxing and sets my body on fire. When he reaches my neck, I yelp, and he wraps the length of my hair around his wrist, fisting it firmly. The tingle in my scalp rushes through my body, exciting me further, and this time I do beg.