“Apparently,” he said, his gaze drifting to my crotch, like he was still judging me for my panties.
“We should get back to Casey and Steve.”
I started to step around him, but he moved in front of me, blocking the door. He searched around, like he was trying to ensure we were alone, before turning his attention back to me.
“I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable and say that dumbass thing about a bet,” he whispered.
I could tell he was being sincere, which gave me some relief.
“I was surprised more than anything, and of course the stupidest thing had to come out of my mouth.”
“I guess it’s not every day you see a guy in panties.”
“That’s not what I meant, Keeg. I was surprised at how much it turned me on.”
Just as quickly as he’d made me so uneasy and nervous, his words along with this look of primal hunger in his eyes made me feel so fucking hot.
“You just manage to keep on surprising me,” he whispered as he moved closer, his eyes still on my lips.
In the back of my mind, I kept hearing,No-messing-around rule, no-messing-around rule…while some other part of me was like,Fuck that BS.
Owen lurched forward and cried out, “Fuck!” before knocking me into the wall.
“Oh, holy shit, sorry…”
I recognized the voice right away.
Sawyer headed into the restroom, and apparently the door Owen had been blocking had been what had shoved us against the wall, with Owen’s body pressed against me for a moment—too brief a moment—before he recovered.
“You guys okay?” Sawyer asked.
“Yeah, we just…”
“It’s probably not the safest place to have a conversation,” Sawyer said with a smile on his face as he glanced between us.
“Yeah, of course.”
As Sawyer headed to the urinal, I glanced around the restroom, unsure what the hell to do.
That was supposed to be a fucking kiss. The kiss I had been missing—the sexy one that had nearly made me pass out when he kissed me in that bar in Parlaisa.
Goddammit, if Sawyer wasn’t such a cool guy, I would have fucking hated him right then for being a cockblocker.
Owen took my hand and guided me out of the restroom.
“You have no idea where you’re going,” I said with a snicker, and I glanced around before taking the lead, guiding him through the back hall to a nearby maintenance closet. During my coming out party, I’d learned from the owner the lock had busted and he needed to get a locksmith out there.
I was relieved he hadn’t had a chance yet.
We rushed in, and everything happened so fast, I hardly had a chance to think before Owen’s lips were on mine again and he had me pinned against the door.
And that tongue…that fucking tongue…I had it in my mouth again.
Thank fucking God.
I threw my arms around him, forcing him as close as I could as we effortlessly picked up right where we’d left off.
His mouth freed mine for a moment as he made his way down my chin, to my neck, kissing so fucking passionately, working every nerve in my body so that I felt as though the energy might burst right through my skin.
