“Sure,” I manage.
She grabs the remote, stretching across me. Her breast brushes my chest, and I nearly lose control. I stifle a groan. Staying for a movie is a monumentally bad idea. But fuck if I’m going to cut tonight short. My soul aches for her, and I’m going to enjoy this as long as I can.
She smiles, victorious, and settles next to me on the couch.
And I realize—fuck—I’m already at my breaking point. One more laugh, one more brush of her hand, and I won’t stop.
This is fucking dangerous.
CHAPTER 4
VIVIAN
Iset my glass on the table, breathing slower to try to calm my racing heartbeat. Owen looks like a man trying very, very hard to be good, despite all the openings I’ve been giving him. He sits next to me, stiff as a board. The movie is playing, but he’s watching me, sending me hot glances that make my skin burn with desire.
“I still can’t believe you haven’t seen Casablanca,” I say, trying to distract myself from the wild lust raging through my soul.
Another lingering glance at my lips. Why won’t he just kiss me? Then it hits me: he’s not going to make the first move. It’s obvious he’s interested, but he’s holding back like a man hell-bent on torturing himself.
“Owen,” I whisper, my heartbeat back to racing uncontrollably. “I’m going to kiss you.”
His breath catches. “Vivian—”
I straddle his lap before he can finish the warning, relishing the hardness of his body under me. I cup his jaw in both hands, thescruff of his beard tickling my palms, and I press my mouth to his.
Owen goes statue-still for one electric beat, then his hands find my hips and pull me tight against his body. My core explodes when I feel the thick, solid ridge in his jeans below me. He opens his mouth, and his tongue finds mine like he’s been starving. The kiss is deep and consuming. He groans into my mouth as I grind against him, and my body vibrates with a deep lust.
“You have no idea,” he mutters against my lips, voice uneven and thick, “how long I’ve wanted this. You.”
My skin prickles tight. “Me too.”
His kiss demands that I give myself over to him. His grip on my hips turns possessive; he guides me over him until the pressure hits just right and fireworks explode in my core. Heat gathers quick and slick between my legs, dampening the cotton of my panties. I gasp into his mouth because it’s too much and not enough.
“Do you want me to touch you?” he asks, voice rough, breath warm at the corner of my mouth.
“Yes.”
“Do you want me to be careful?” he murmurs, a dark glint in his eyes.
I realize I’d say yes to anything Owen asked. Anything he wanted, I would gladly give to him.
A breathless laugh escapes my lips as I grind against his thick cock. “I want what you want.”
His eyes flash, and a beautiful smile curves his lips.
He grabs the hem of my sweater and peels it up and over my head. The air hits my stomach and the tops of my breasts, and then my bra is gone. The way he stares at my breasts takes my breath away.
“God, Vivian. I’ve thought about your tits more times than I should admit.”
I gasp as his mouth closes around my nipple and the world goes white. He flicks his tongue across the peak in a tease that borders on mean, then seals his mouth around it again and sucks harder, making me moan loudly. I hold his head there like I’ll die if he stops.
“Do you like it when I bite?” he asks, breath ghosting over my wet skin.
“Yes.”
His nip is a quick sting, and my body clenches low and deep. He soothes the nip with his tongue, his slow licking driving me to the brink. His other hand cups my left breast, thumb rolling the nipple until it aches. When he pinches, my whole body answers. The tug echoes in my core. I grind on him wildly, chasing the friction he’s giving me and the friction I need.
“Take your shirt off,” I manage.
