Caitlyn chuckled. Trust Owen to take everything at face value.
"That's not what I meant," Kellen said. "I meant-"
"I know what you meant," Owen said. "You're making me look shallow in front of my chick, coming in here all deep and philosophical while I spout off incoherently about how hot she looks in a dress."
"I need that," Caitlyn admitted. "That fills a hole in me."
"I'd like to fill a hole in you right about now," Owen said.
Kellen chuckled and headed for the exit. "I'll leave you two alone," he said. "So Owen can fill some holes."
"Could you do me a favor?" Owen asked him.
"Name it."
"Go buy Caitlyn a Sole Regret T-shirt. I can't have her looking fuck hot in front of the crew."
Kellen appeared to be less than thrilled to be used as an errand boy, but he asked, "Anything else?"
"Give me twenty minutes of privacy and then bring me a sandwich."
"Pastrami?" Kellen asked.
"You guessed it."
Caitlyn gasped when Owen lifted her skirt by sliding his hands up her thighs. "Mmm," he murmured. "I am definitely going to need a pastrami sandwich when I'm done with you."
Now that sounded promising.
Chapter Twelve
After the show, Owen threw a couple of guitar picks into the audience, kissed his fingertips, and tossed the sentiment to the crowd. He then jogged down the steps to the floor beside the stage.
"Oh my God." Caitlyn squealed and launched herself into his arms. His bass guitar made a low grinding sound as her belly rubbed against the strings. "I thought you were hot before, but now I'd have to say you're on fire. Molten. Nuclear."
He chuckled at her enthusiasm, but her deep, seeking kiss cut off all sound but the groan in the back of his throat. His arms moved around her body to pull her closer. The familiar stirring in his lower belly announced that he wasn't finished with her. Not by a long shot. He couldn't remember the last time a woman had consumed him so completely, so quickly.
She broke away and caught his face between her hands. Her brown eyes shone with admiration and, dare he hope, unquenchable lust. He was more than ready to see if he could satisfy it. At least temporarily.
"Wow," she said. "Just wow."
"So you like our music?"
She shook her head. "Not at all. I think my ears are bleeding. But I like you, so I'm willing to suffer to watch you on stage. You have an amazing presence." She leaned close and whispered in his ear. "My cow panties are drenched."
He laughed, not the least bit offended that she didn't like Sole Regret's music. He had a feeling it would grow on her, but if it didn't, that didn't matter. Not having everything in common actually made getting to know her a challenge. He hadn't been aware that that's what had been missing from his love life. His time with Caitlyn hadn't started with a challenge-getting her in bed had been easy-but he had a feeling that keeping her attention outside of the bedroom would hold his interest for a long time.
He traced the Sole Regret logo across her chest. "So you aren't wearing this kick-ass T-shirt because you're a fan?"
"I'm definitely a fan, honey. I just don't like your music."
"Hey," Kelly said from beside Owen. "I'm heading out."
"Are you sure you want to go?" Owen said, instantly concerned for Kelly. It couldn't be good for him to sit in that house by himself all night. "I can come with you if you think you'll be lonely."
"I need to be lonely for a few hours, get my head on straight. So don't try calling to check on me; I'm going to turn off my phone."
Owen nodded, even though he didn't understand what had Kelly's head so crooked all of a sudden.
"It was nice meeting you, Caitlyn," Kelly said, extending a hand toward her.
She ignored his hand and gave him a hug, seemingly oblivious to the sweat glistening on his bare chest. "Likewise. If you need Owen, call him. He'll come."
Kelly met Owen's eyes over Caitlyn's shoulder. His gaze was so intense that Owen's heart skipped a beat. Then Kellen grinned. "I'm sure he will, if he's between your legs."
Caitlyn slapped him in the chest. "Behave."
"Don't listen to her," Owen advised. "Get into a little trouble. You're starting to bore me."
Kelly chuckled and lifted his knuckles to share a bro-tap before walking away. Owen watched him until he disappeared through an open door and then turned to Caitlyn, who was scrutinizing him.