“If this is all we get,” he whispers as his lips hover over mine, “then we'd better make it count.”
I should be thinking about what he means and how he didn’t contradict me, but his words go straight through me, and I let go of his pants. My hands reach for the bottom of my shirt, and I pull it straight over my head.
Owen’s gaze slowly roams over my body, and I react as if he’s actually touching me. I swallow hard.
“Fuck, Nova,” he whispers, and I swear his voice wavers a bit.
I reach for his chin and guide his eyes to mine. “Touch me, Owen. Please.”
There’s no hesitation as his mouth finds mine again and his hands trail up my bare skin, leaving searing heat in their wake.
His fingers find my peaked nipple and swirl around it. I finally allow a breathy moan to escape my lips. I arch my back, needing more.
His mouth leaves my lips and trails down my neck. I wrap my legs around his waist and pull him even closer.
He lets out a chuckle at my impatience as his tongue finds my nipple. I claw at his back, and my toes curl around the rim of his pants and push them down as far as I can manage. He backs up a step, watching me.
I growl at the separation but am silenced when he steps out of the pants I half-removed.
I’m shamelessly staring when he laughs. “Like what you see?”
My eyes travel to his, and I’m so far beyond embarrassed that I nod.
His smile is so broad that his dimple appears, and I have the strangest urge to kiss it. I beckon him forward again, and he obliges. He steps between my legs, and I grab his chin and plant a soft kiss in the corner of his mouth.
“That fucking dimple of yours is going to be the death of me.”
“Really? That’s what you find so appealing?”
“Among other things,” I smile seductively.
Owen cocks his head to the side. “What other things?”
I trace the outline of his green eyes with my fingers. “These.” I move my fingers down his cheek and trace his lips. “And these.” My fingertips roam over his chin and down his neck, running along his collarbone. I move themfurther down, tracing the outline of his abs. “And these.” My breath gets shallower the lower I go, and it takes all of me to finish what I started.
Circling my hands around his back, I grab his ass. He lets out a low chuckle.
“And this.” I squeeze slightly for emphasis before my hands circle back to the front of him. I let them slide over the hard length of him. “And this,” I whisper shakily, scooting closer to him.
He lets out a low rumbling noise in the back of his throat. “Nova,” he warns, grabbing my hand and pulling it away from him.
I growl at the separation, and once again, he laughs at my impatience. “I’ll give you what you want. I promise. Just let me…let me touch you first. Please, I need to.”
The sheer desperation in his voice has me easily conceding to his wishes. I couldn’t deny him even if I wanted to.
He runs his hands down the sides of my waist and around the band of his sweatpants until he reaches the strings holding them up. He slowly unties them in a way that makes me want to push him to go faster, and yet, I want to savor the way his face is hungrily taking in every inch of my exposed skin.
I’ve never felt this kind of attention from anyone, and it sends a wave of pleasure right to my core. He doesn’t even have to touch me to get a reaction from me, and that realization has me squirming with desire.
His lips find my stomach, and as he slowly kisses downward, he tugs my pants even lower.
Raising my hips, I let him pull them off completely. He lets out a satisfied groan as they fall to the floor, his lips never leaving my skin.
He grabs my ankle gently, pushing up so I’m forced to bend my knee. He places my foot on the counter, giving himself more room and a better angle.
I snake my fingers through his hair as his mouth travels ever lower. He nudges my legs further apart, and I let him. His mouth and tongue trace my inner thigh, and I shudder.
Every nerve ending in my body seems to light up the second he grazes my center, teasing lightly. I let out a breathy moan. Owen’s answering one vibrates through my entire body.
