Amy wasn’t going to lose.
“Fine. Give me another orgasm.” Scowling, she added under her breath, “Cocky bastard.”
His lips twitched irrepressibly.
Fighting an answering smile, she said, “But find a new position. You don’t get to loom over me like a caveman.”
He hadn’t really been caveman-esque before she’d spoken—he’d simply been kneeling between her legs with a very obvious erection. But at her words a familiar fire smoldered in his eyes. “Was that a suggestion?”
“No.” Amy tried not to feel a thrill at certain possibilities. Owen going all caveman would definitely be counterproductive to her attempt at victory, so she’d best not encourage him. “I explicitly told you there would be no caveman act from you today.”
He raised his eyebrows. “Kind of bossy, aren’t you?”
“You’re the one who kept bossing me around earlier, so I don’t think you can complain about me.”
Owen grinned and flopped over on his back. He clearly was in better shape now that he’d come once. He looked turned on but not overly urgent. “No caveman, then. I guess you want to be on top again.”
“Yeah,” Amy agreed, although she was feeling pretty tired and wasn’t sure she was up to riding Owen into ecstasy once more. She really hoped her thighs were up to the challenge. But that position would at least give her some control over the situation while she figured out how she was going to win.
Stalling, she rubbed her hands across his chest, feeling the gently rippling muscles and the hard planes and ridges. Staring at the contrast between her fair fingers and his tanned skin, she caressed him for a while in almost idle reflection.
When she glanced back at his face, she caught a soft look that made her belly clench, but it disappeared before she could name it.
She forced the fleeting hope away, since it would only distract her. A victory was hanging in the balance. Drastic measures were now necessary.
In fact, she might have to cheat a little.
Just a little. And no more than he’d already cheated. Turn-about, after all, was fair play.
Suddenly inspired, she lowered her face to kiss a line across his collarbone. She could feel his body tense up under the touch of her lips, and she slid her hands down to tease the sensitive skin on his side. That made him jerk a little, causing her to smile over his belly.
“Tickling is off limits,” Owen said firmly, reaching up to tangle his fingers in her hair.
“Who says?” Her eyes darted up to his face. “You seem to be making up all the rules here. You can use a vibrator and you can go down on me. But I can’t go down on you and tickling isn’t allowed. We didn’t sign a contract, you know, so everything is negotiable. I’ll tickle you if I want to.”
She was only arguing to divert him from her real agenda. Tickling wasn’t really her plan.
Looking very smug while keeping his arms tightly at his sides, Owen replied, “Well, the negotiations on this are over. No tickling.”
Amy tickled him—starting at his lower sides and then squeezing her fingers up under his arms as he unconsciously relaxed his defensive pose.
He made a rough noise in his throat, one that Amy recognized as stifled laughter, and tried to capture her hands. Giggling helplessly, Amy eluded his grasp for a little while as she danced her fingers all along the places she knew he was most sensitive. Saw his body twitch and his face set tightly in a frantic attempt at control.
Eventually, he managed to grab her hands and held them away from his body. “Okay,” he said gruffly. “We’ll reopen negotiations. What do you want in order to stop tickling me?”
This was working out better than she’d expected. “I want you to lie still this time. Number six is up to me. You just lie there like a good boy, and I’ll take care of everything.”
He narrowed his eyes. “Are you planning something underhanded?”
She was. Very underhanded. But she opened her eyes innocently and said with exaggerated wonder, “Me? What do you mean? All I want is a nice little fuck.”
Owen obviously didn’t believe a word she said. “Are you planning to cheat and suck me off?”
“Nope. I’m not prepared to agree that that would be cheating, but there will be no sucking of any variety. I promise.”
“And you’re not going to just sit there on top of me, are you? In some sort of vindictive torture?” He looked decidedly wary as her growing excitement started to buzz silently at every one of her nerve ends.
She chuckled. “Nope. I’ll be making some definite moves.”
“All right,” he agreed slowly. “But I’ll be watching for any cheating, so don't try anything.”