I gestured to my laptop. Did he want to know the specifics of the program I was developing? That didn't seem likely. Owen was one of a dying breed that lived happily without the quicksand of the internet. He preferred walking inside the bank to speak with a teller when making a transaction. He relied on maps and tide charts rather than modern—and surprisingly finicky—navigation systems. He even had an old-fashioned rotary phone on the kitchen wall. Before I'd arrived, there was no internet access in his home. I'd fixed that, of course, but I wasn't troubling him with thosedetails.
"Working," I said, and I hoped it didn't sound overlyevasive.
A sound rumbled in his throat that sent shockwaves through my body. "I meant," he started, rubbing the back of his neck, "why the fuck are you working inhere? Why aren't you nextdoor?"
My eyes darted to the screen for a moment, hoping to find the words between the lines of code. I could offer an excuse about needing quiet or my gear but knowing that he wanted me again—that he wanted meat all—changed things. It gave me a bite of confidence I'd never known I waslacking.
"I didn't know you wanted that," Isaid.
Owen cocked his head, squinting at me. "Was there something vague about my dick in your ass thismorning?"
Gulp.I could still feel his weight on me, his hands on my hips, my groans into themattress.
"But—but—you didn't say anything. You haven't said anything all day. I've had no idea what you want and what you're thinking," I said. "For all I know, it was a one-and-done thing foryou."
"More like four," hequipped.
"What?" I asked, shaking myhead.
"I meant," he started, "last night was more like four-and-done."
I ran my hand through my hair. "I didn't know you'd want thatagain."
"Do you?" he asked, his gaze darting away frommine.
"Yes," I answered. "If youdo."
"Okay." He nodded decisively. "Good."
"Yeah, it's great that it's good and all, but this has been really confusing," I said, my voice raising. "You could've given me—I don't know—any indication of what you were thinking as to prevent me from creating insane scenarios in myhead."
"Is that what you need?" Owen asked. His words were slow and soft, like he'd wrapped them in a blanket especially for me. "Me talking aboutthings?"
"Yeah. I need you to tell me what's going on, even if it's nothing. I need you to be up front withme."
I bobbed my head in an effort to force back the reminder that I wasn't giving Owen any of the things I demanded. He didn't know the truth about me, and I should've told him sometime before my cock met the back of histhroat.
"It's not nothing," he growled. "How could this benothing?"
I looked back to the screen, the one place I always knew what to do and how to communicate, but before I could formulate a response, Owen was wedging himself beside me on thebed.
"Put this thing away," he said, his voice husky in myear.
I obeyed. Of course I did. How could I do anything but exactly what Owen wanted when his lips were ghosting over my neck andshoulders?
His big hand settled on my chest and tugged my shirt up, over my head. He drew his knuckles down the centerline of my abs and dipped just below the waistband of my shorts. His fingers didn't move any farther down, instead stroking the fine trail of hair and stirring me tolife.
"Did I not take care of you, my little prince?" Owenasked.
I'd never found myself on the receiving end of a pet name before, and I'd never imagined I'd like it. But I did. I liked it alot.
Open-mouthed kisses covered my chest, and I felt myself unraveling like a tightly bound spool of thread. My head dropped back to the pillow, my legs parted, and all the weight I'd been carrying in my chest transformed intodesire.
"Ah, no, you…you're amazing," I said, my eyes closing as his tongue found my nipple. "But it's complicated for me. There are a few things we should talkabout."
I didn't want to withhold the truth any longer. He deserved to know that I wasn't just me, but me plus a worldwide empire, a mind-boggling fortune, and an entire blogosphere dedicated to reporting on my every eyebrowtwitch.
Owen shook his head against my belly. "You're thinking too hard," he said, dropping kisses up my torso. "But you're probably right. I'll go first, and I won't tease you while I do it." He sat up and folded his hands in hislap.
