"But I enjoyed the teasing," I complained. "Please, teaseaway."
"After," he promised. "I had a physical in June, and my blood work checks out. I haven't been with anyone since then, but I understand if you want to use condomsanyway."
"Oh, yeah," I said, reminding myself that normal people had conversations like this when they were sleeping together. "I'm good, too, on the healthstuff."
"And you prefer bottoming?" he prompted. "Or did I read thatwrong?"
"No, you're right," I said, swallowing a lusty sigh. I didn't know how I was going to pivot thisdiscussion.
"Have you evertopped?"
"Yeah." I jerked a shoulder. "A long time ago. College. Notsince."
"Would you do it again?" Owen asked. "If I askedyou?"
I watched while he traced the line of hair running down my chest and past my belly button. "You'd want that? Withme?"
"That's the second time tonight you've questioned my interest in you," he said, his gaze trained on my skin. "I can't decide whether you can't see yourself with a guy like me or you don't realize you're one helluvacatch."
I ran my finger over the crease in his forehead. "What do you mean by that? A guy likeyou?"
"You know what Imean."
Owen glanced up from the spot he'd claimed on my abs and met my gaze with an arched eyebrow. Our backgrounds weren't the same, I knew that. But if he wanted to make something about the differences between us—economic, social, geographic—he was going to have to use his words and tell me that. I wasn't going to accept any assumptions on the matter, not when I believed these differences were exceedingly manageable. We'd made it this far without finding ourselves tangled in a different world knot. Why make onenow?
When I shook my head, he blew out an impatient breath. "Dammit, McClish. A guy who wants you to fuck him. All right?" He rubbed his lips along the waistband of my boxers. "I'm just a guy who wants your cock. Can you live with that? Can you find it in yourself to bend me over and nail me one of thesedays?"
"Yeah, I can live with that," I replied with a snort. "Just let me know when you want to getnailed."
A grin pulled at the corner of his mouth. "I will," Owen promised. He scooted down, between my legs, and pressed his face to my crotch. He nuzzled my cock, his chin and lips stroking me through my boxers. The friction was unreal. When his hand slipped under my hip to nudge my back channel, I almost sprang off thebed.
That was all I could take. My cock was hard, my skin tight and hot, and I was nearly cross-eyed with need but I didn't want to be deceptive. It wasn't right, and Owen deserved to know who he wasfucking.
"I want you right now," I whispered, "but we should talkfirst."
"We've done enough talking," he said, his fingers hooking around my shorts. "I've wanted you since you tried to shoot me off your boat, and if you didn't know it then, you knew it when you started whipping your shirt off in front of me every afternoon. End ofdiscussion."
He shifted to slip out of his boxer briefs, and the motion sent his thick cock slapping against his belly. I reached forward, hungry for it—forhim—and led him down with a firm grasp on hislength.
"It's hot out there," I murmured, dropping a kiss on the corner of Owen'smouth.
He gave medon't I know iteyes. "You'rehot outthere."
He reached between my legs and trailed his fingers along my crease. I'd surrender everything in the known world to feel him there, more gentle than any man his size had a right to be, for the rest of my life. And it wasn't just his touch. It was hiseverything.
"I need," I said, groaning when Owen's fingers pressed between my cheeks as he took me in his mouth. All the fucks,yes. My eyes drooped shut, and stars and rainbows danced behind my lids. "We need to get the lube from your room. You're too big for me withoutit."
He looked up, confused. That had the unfortunate effect of separating his mouth from myerection.
"You don't have any?" Owenasked.
I shook my head as a whiny groan rattled in my throat. My hips jerked upward, seeking his attention. I was shameless when it came tohim.
"We need to work on your preparedness," hesaid.
I looked away, not sure how to respond to him. "I didn't expect to get laid this summer," I confessed. "That wasn't even on my short list ofpriorities."
Owen brought his palms to his thighs with a decisive nod. "Well, you're getting laid tonight. Tomorrow night, too. Then there's next week, and the week after that. If you're up for it, of course. If Maine is on your short list ofpriorities."
