She closed her eyes and dragged in one breath, then another. Holy shit.
Owen’s arms shook as he braced her against the wall. He pulled out, then set her down. He exhaled roughly and braced his forearm next to her head, then gave her a bashful look. “That was fun. Sorry I didn’t buy you dinner first.”
She giggled. “I wanted this first. But I was going to make myself a sandwich. Do you want to join me?”
He tugged up his jeans. “Let me get cleaned up and then I’ll help you make them.”
* * *
The third timethey had sex it was another booty call, this one in the late afternoon. “I swear to God, I want to take you on another date,” he said as she let him into her apartment.
“Two busy schedules.” She shrugged. “Take off your clothes, I want to see you touch yourself.”
“I am the luckiest man in the world.”
Forty-five minutes later, as Owen lifted his head triumphantly from between her thighs, Kerry was pretty sureshewas the lucky one. He’d given her the show she wanted, then gave her a bonus second orgasm for being such a good masturbation buddy.
Kerry had never had so much fun in a single week. Dates could come in time, as their schedules allowed. She was happy they could squeeze in this time together wherever it fit.
Owen sprawled back in her bed, the sheet tangled loosely over his legs, Kerry tangled over the rest of him. Her hair was spread over his shoulder as she rested her cheek on his chest. Her fingers traced up and down the landscape of his torso.
“Tell me something fun,” she murmured. “Something else you want to do.”
“What?”
“You said, uh…” She squirmed around so she could look up at him. Her mouth curved into a joyful smile. “Right before you came, you said, ‘Crossthatoff my list.’”
“I did not.” Owen frowned. “Did I?”
“Oh yeah. You growled it, right at the peak of abandon.” She winked at him.
“What is that wink for?” He laughed. “Peak of abandon.” Then his eyes went wide. “The Lady Loves a Necromancer.You read the book.”
“Of course I did,” she said brightly. Then she slid her hand lower down his belly, making him shiver. “Anyway, back to the topic at hand. What is this list, and what else can we cross off it?”
He shuddered as her fingers skated down the sensitive crease between his leg and his balls. “You’re not a bucket list score.”
She paused. “I wouldn’t mind. I take that as a compliment.”
He caught her wrist and flipped her onto her back, dragging her hand up the bed so her arm was safely where he could see it—and also revealing all of her delicate spots for him to reciprocate the intimate teases. She squirmed, and he let go. “Stop distracting me, and I’ll tell you. It’s not a sex list.”
“Ooh.” She was so intrigued. “But you do have a list?”
“Sort of. It was more of a general plan than a list. I, uh, called it my Great Bachelor Plan. For life once Becca moved out, but then that didn’t happen. Wild, happy sex was on it. What we’ve been doing definitely qualifies. But that was the only sex thing on it, I swear.”
“It’s okay, I have a sex list.”
His eyebrows shot up. “You do?”
She laughed. “Of course. I kind of thought everyone who likes sex did.”
“I don’t.”
“Do you maybe a little, and you put other stuff on it to cover up what a filthy, dirty, amazing romp in the sheets you are?”
He groaned. “No. Although…amazing?”
“Truly exceptional.”
