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against my stomach, sometimes rubbing my back if he was holding me from behind. Why I was so bashful I couldn't say, especially since I didn’t have a cherry to pop. But it was only one guy and only one time, shortly before he shredded my heart and then stomped all over it. Even though I couldn't make my virginity grow back, I wasn’t quite ready to go there again. However, not being ready for sex had absolutely nothing to do with wanting it. Our time together always ended with a scorching kiss and groping against the nearest wall. Owen’s Southern gentility was probably wearing thin these past few weeks.
“Owen? The movie starts in a half hour!” I called as I strolled down the hallway.
“Hey, City. Give me a minute, practice ran late.” Owen had just stepped out of the shower and was dripping freaking wet. The V on his hips disappeared into a towel cinched around his tapered waist. Water traveled from the stray tangled locks at his neck and trickled down over his ripped chest and his abs before disappearing into the bunched up material at his waist. I licked my parched lips and tried to remember how to speak. How many damn abs did he have? Six? Eight? I was gaping at a wet, half naked Owen while the corner of the bastard's mouth turned up in a smirk. I didn't have the faculties to scowl back. My tongue didn't want to work unless it was tracing the water trails across Owen's body.
“Keep looking at me like that, baby. We won't be going anywhere tonight.”
“What? I’m not . . . it's just . . .” Words stumbled awkwardly out of my mouth as Owen's chest shook with laughter. I craned my neck around to make sure we were still alone, then narrowed my eyes at him before I pushed him against the sink and attacked his lips. A moan escaped my throat as his tongue plunged inside my greedy mouth. His lips trailed down my neck and across my collarbone. Owen shut the door behind me and turned the lock with one hand as the other grabbed my ass to pull my body flush to his. His towel was getting loose, and sliding low. I may have been a little scared of his package ten minutes ago, but I was on board with saying a big hello now—from my knees. I dragged my nails down Owen’s chest and pulled at the pesky terrycloth knot at his waist until the towel drooped, snagging on his bulging hard-on . . . waiting at attention.
My hands drifted back up Owen’s torso and his racing heart hammered against my fingertips. Inhibitions, modesty, and whatever else was holding me back faded away as I dragged open-mouthed kisses across his chest and up to his neck. The vibration of his throaty groan against my lips made me giggle.
“Mmm, you should greet me like this more often. In fact, I think—”
“Owen,” I panted as I took my mouth off his body and gazed up at him.
“Yeah, Bella?” His eyes were molten and hooded as he traced the seam of my lips with his index finger. The desperate rasp of his voice as he said my name almost made my knees buckle.
“Shut up.” I grabbed a fistful of his drenched hair and went back to devouring his lips.
Owen broke the kiss long enough to yank my jacket off my shoulders and pull my shirt over my head. He let out a growl as he kissed his way down my shoulder and across the swell of my breasts.
“You’re getting me wet.” I glanced down at my now transparent white bra clinging to Owen’s damp chest.
Owen brushed his lips against mine. “I should hope so,” he whispered as his index finger grazed inside the waistband of my jeans. He inched the zipper down and eased his hand inside my panties. His eyes fluttered as he let out a sharp hiss. “Bella . . . baby, you’re soaked . . . you feel so good .” The delicious strokes of his fingers as they glided between my legs brought noises out of me I’d never heard before. The pad of his thumb made light circles while his middle finger dipped inside me. I was dizzy as he locked his heated gaze with mine. I could tell he was holding back,
“Owen? The movie starts in a half hour!” I called as I strolled down the hallway.
“Hey, City. Give me a minute, practice ran late.” Owen had just stepped out of the shower and was dripping freaking wet. The V on his hips disappeared into a towel cinched around his tapered waist. Water traveled from the stray tangled locks at his neck and trickled down over his ripped chest and his abs before disappearing into the bunched up material at his waist. I licked my parched lips and tried to remember how to speak. How many damn abs did he have? Six? Eight? I was gaping at a wet, half naked Owen while the corner of the bastard's mouth turned up in a smirk. I didn't have the faculties to scowl back. My tongue didn't want to work unless it was tracing the water trails across Owen's body.
“Keep looking at me like that, baby. We won't be going anywhere tonight.”
“What? I’m not . . . it's just . . .” Words stumbled awkwardly out of my mouth as Owen's chest shook with laughter. I craned my neck around to make sure we were still alone, then narrowed my eyes at him before I pushed him against the sink and attacked his lips. A moan escaped my throat as his tongue plunged inside my greedy mouth. His lips trailed down my neck and across my collarbone. Owen shut the door behind me and turned the lock with one hand as the other grabbed my ass to pull my body flush to his. His towel was getting loose, and sliding low. I may have been a little scared of his package ten minutes ago, but I was on board with saying a big hello now—from my knees. I dragged my nails down Owen’s chest and pulled at the pesky terrycloth knot at his waist until the towel drooped, snagging on his bulging hard-on . . . waiting at attention.
My hands drifted back up Owen’s torso and his racing heart hammered against my fingertips. Inhibitions, modesty, and whatever else was holding me back faded away as I dragged open-mouthed kisses across his chest and up to his neck. The vibration of his throaty groan against my lips made me giggle.
“Mmm, you should greet me like this more often. In fact, I think—”
“Owen,” I panted as I took my mouth off his body and gazed up at him.
“Yeah, Bella?” His eyes were molten and hooded as he traced the seam of my lips with his index finger. The desperate rasp of his voice as he said my name almost made my knees buckle.
“Shut up.” I grabbed a fistful of his drenched hair and went back to devouring his lips.
Owen broke the kiss long enough to yank my jacket off my shoulders and pull my shirt over my head. He let out a growl as he kissed his way down my shoulder and across the swell of my breasts.
“You’re getting me wet.” I glanced down at my now transparent white bra clinging to Owen’s damp chest.
Owen brushed his lips against mine. “I should hope so,” he whispered as his index finger grazed inside the waistband of my jeans. He inched the zipper down and eased his hand inside my panties. His eyes fluttered as he let out a sharp hiss. “Bella . . . baby, you’re soaked . . . you feel so good .” The delicious strokes of his fingers as they glided between my legs brought noises out of me I’d never heard before. The pad of his thumb made light circles while his middle finger dipped inside me. I was dizzy as he locked his heated gaze with mine. I could tell he was holding back,
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