Touch Me (One Night with Sole Regret #4)(11)

"I don't know him personally," Caitlyn said. "My best friend's husband knows him."

"I see. So is it what you expected? Are you enjoying yourself?" Kellen asked.

"Truth be told, I'm terrified," she admitted.

"Of me?" Owen asked, giving her a sad little smile that made her laugh.

"No, but I probably should be."

"He's harmless," Kellen said. "Mostly."

"How long have you two been friends?" Caitlyn asked.

"A long time," Kellen said.

"No personal questions," Owen said.

Caitlyn turned her head to look at him in surprise. "None?"

"That's how anonymous sex works; it's anonymous. That's what you had in mind, isn't it? Hot, dirty, walk-bowlegged-for-the-next-two-days, anonymous sex?"

"Of course." She didn't point out that by exchanging names this wouldn't be entirely anonymous. Unless Owen wasn't his real name. Should she have used a fake name? She probably should have. Crap! She really was a novice at this.

Owen's arm moved to rest behind her. His fingers brushed her cover-up from her shoulder and toyed with the satin strap of her negligee. In response to Owen's gentle touch, Caitlyn's nipples hardened. She wasn't the only one who noticed. Eyes riveted to her chest, Kellen sucked in a sharp breath. Caitlyn squirmed at the sight of Kellen biting his lip as if in pain. Owen stroked her arm with the back of his hand, drawing the sleeve of her robe lower and bringing goose bumps to the surface of her skin.

"Don't you miss this, Kelly?" Owen's nose brushed against her ear, and his warm breath bathed the side of her neck. "Touching a woman."

Caitlyn shivered.

Owen's lips brushed her skin just beneath her ear. When his soft, wet tongue flicked out to delight her throat, her eyelids fluttered and her mouth dropped open.

"Tasting a woman."

"Don't torment me, Owen," Kellen said. "I'm not in the fucking mood tonight."

"She'd look beautiful restrained. Wouldn't she? Ropes pressing into her supple flesh." Owen nibbled her earlobe and whispered, "Would you let us tie you up, Caitlyn?"

"Both of you?" Caitlyn sputtered. Okay, now she understood why Owen had brought her here-so they could do wicked things to her. Things she was not okay with. Make her helpless. Their victim. The thought both thrilled her and scared her. Fear won over in the end. There was no way she would agree to being restrained while two strangers did any perverted thing that occurred to them. "I'd rather tie you up," she said.

Kellen chuckled. "I think that's a great idea. Good call, Caitlyn. I'll help."

"I'm game for anything you want to try," Owen said.

Caitlyn hesitated before turning her head to look at him. "Anything?"

"Yes, anything," Owen said. "Do you have a dirty fantasy, Caitlyn? Something you've always wanted to do but never dared?"

"I have plenty of fantasies," she said. "I really would like to tie you up. Dare to do things to you."

"What kinds of things?"

She tried to think of the most outlandish sexual act she could imagine, wanting to call him on his bluff. She was pretty sure he was full of it and saying things he didn't mean just for effect. True, her kink-o-meter was fairly mild, but he didn't know that. He had to be as scared as she was by the idea of being rendered helpless and at the mercy of a stranger. Caitlyn imagined him tied to a bed, his cock rigid and proud. She could touch him any way she liked. Kiss every inch of him. Suck him. Ride him. Torment him. Tease him. Delay his gratification until he begged. But that didn't seem really all that outlandish. What man wouldn't agree to that? At least for a while. Then she pictured him tied face down, on his knees, ass exposed to the air, and a that naughty devil she kept buried inside her subconscious spread a slow grin across her face.



       
         
       
        

"I think I'd like to screw you," she said. "From behind."

She glanced up at him, expecting shock. He just looked confused.

"I'm not sure if my dick will bend that way, but we can try it."

Kellen laughed so hard, Caitlyn was concerned he'd rupture his spleen. She managed to keep a straight face, however, and shook her head. "That's not what I meant." Could she really say the next words? She was an excellent public speaker, but she usually talked about alternative energy sources, not about claiming a guy's ass. "I want to do things to your …  ass." She said the final word so quietly, she was surprised he heard her.