"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."
"What do you feel like?" she asked.
He lifted up on his elbows and stared down at her with such intensity, it stole her breath. She hoped their night together wasn't about to end prematurely because she was such a novice when it came to one-night stands.
"Pastrami on rye," he said.
Having thought he was going to say something profound, she laughed. "Do they serve sandwiches here?"
"No," he said, "but I'm sure we can find one somewhere. Are you hungry?"
She wasn't really, but she did want to spend more time with him. Preferably in a horizontal position. The man had definitely earned himself a sandwich. And despite her best intentions to keep this as impersonal as possible, she wanted to know about him. Know everything about him. Beside the fact that he was a-maz-ing in bed. And might be sexually attracted to his best friend. She couldn't let herself dwell on that though. Owen obviously knew his way around the female anatomy. It would be a horrible tragedy if he switched teams.
"Yes," she said. "I could go for a sandwich."
"I like the bread lightly toasted and double pastrami. And don't forget the dill pickle spear on the side."
He wasn't really expecting her to get up and make him a sandwich was he? She lifted her head and caught the smirk on his lips, right before he kissed a trail along the bottom of her ribcage. The man was a consummate tease, she decided.
"Would you like a cold beer with that?" she asked.
"That sounds heavenly," he murmured against her skin. "And some waffle fries."
"With cheese?"
"Ketchup."
"Anything else with your order, sir?"
"Make yourself something real nice while you're up," he whispered, trailing soft kisses down her belly toward parts of her that could still feel the effects of that delightful cock piercing of his.
"No problem. I'll just make my way to the nearest kitchen. I should probably take off these stockings so I'm barefoot."
He lifted his head and grinned. His blue eyes twinkled with mischief. "I'd prefer if you wore those and those sexy as sin white high heels while you prepare my meal."
"And nothing else, I presume."
"That's a decent presumption," he said. His hands skimmed the skin along her sides.
"Glad you approve."
"You might as well put your clothes on. It will be at least an hour before my sexual appetite matches the hunger in my belly."
"So why are you still touching me?"
"Because you're beautiful," he told her, as if to say duh.
And he was doing a great job at making her feel that way when she had felt anything but beautiful for the past six months. "Thank you," she said, grateful that her voice didn't crack from the emotions welling in her throat.
"No, thank you." He slid up to gaze into her eyes before capturing her lips in a hungry kiss. After several toe-curling moments, he tore his lips from hers and scooted off the edge of the bed. "If I don't get up now, I'm going to end up getting up again." He glanced at his glorious cock to let her know which part of him would be up again. "And if that happens, we'll be at this place all night. I don't think I can stand to listen to the guy in the next room make those distracting sounds for much longer."