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I swallow thickly. “What?”
“That you want me.”
My spine shoots ramrod straight, and the ache I felt a moment ago is extinguished like a bucket of water tossed onto an open flame. “Never in a million years,” I grit out.
“Oh, come on, baby, you know it’s true. Just save yourself the trouble and admit it.”
“There’s nothing to admit.”
“Tsk. Tsk. Are you sure about that? Because if I remember correctly, you wanted me bad last night.”
My heart stutters in my chest. This is the first time he’s actually acknowledged what happened last night. And I should’ve known that rather than handle it like a mature adult, Owen would somehow resort to making a game out of it. “Call it a temporary bout of insanity.”
“You were insane alright,” he muses, then adds, “For me. And so was that sweet little pussy of yours.”
“Owen,” I warn.
“But I must admit, there is one thing I do regret,” he says, and I feel my heart slowly sink at his words. Having him tell me that he feels any form of regret for what happened is one of my worst fears.
As much as what we did was absolutely insane, I can’t bring myself to regret it. It was amazing. It was one of those profound moments in my life that I will never forget, and I don’t think I would want to, even if I was given the option.
Swallowing down the thickness of emotion clogging my throat, I gather every ounce of strength I have to ask the question that I know, upon hearing his answer, will hurt like hell. But at least I can take comfort in the fact that there is a door between us, and he can’t see the pathetic look on my face.
“What do you regret?”
A stretch of silence that seems to go on forever makes the air around me suddenly feel thick as I wait for him to put me out of my misery. “I regret that I didn’t lick that sweet little pussy of yours while I had the chance.”
My breath hitches, and the shock of his words makes my whole body jolt like I’ve just stuck my finger into a light socket. “W-What?” I sputter.
“You have no idea how much I wanted to taste you, Mac. How much I still want to taste you. I want it so bad that I’m starving for it.”
My heart pounds in my chest, sending a surge of heat to power through my veins and target my core, causing pulsating sparks of arousal to erupt.
“But I was impatient, and I regret that. I wanted to be inside you so bad that I couldn’t think straight. But if I could go back, I would rip your sexy little panties off and explore every inch of your pussy with my tongue.”
Moisture pools in my panties, and I squeeze my thighs together to ease the ache throbbing in my groin.
“O-Owen,” I whimper, resting my forehead against the cool hard metal of the door between us, seeking relief from the fire tearing up my insides.
“I would feast on you until I’d consumed every last drop of your arousal,” he continues, and I close my eyes, slowly sliding a hand down my body to the hem of the dress and feeling the smooth skin of my thigh underneath.
“Then I would flick my tongue over your clit and make you come so hard that your sweet cum would flood my mouth and finally sate the hunger that’s been driving me to the brink of insanity.”
“Oh god,” I breathe, my voice barely above a whisper as I clamp my eyes shut tight and skim my fingers along the inside of my thigh toward the delicate bundle of nerves between my legs that’s beating in time with the rapid thump of my heart.
“And then—” He pauses, and my fingers freeze as I wait for him to continue, “Then I would pull my cock out and fill that tight pussy with every inch of me.”
My fingers recommence their journey until I feel the coarse material of my lace panties. “Jesus… I’m fucking hard just thinking about it,” he groans, and I bite my bottom lip as I run my finger along the seam of my panties, feeling the wetness of arousal seeping out the sides. “God, I’m so hard for you; it hurts, baby. And I know you’re wet for me. I can smell your arousal through the door.”
The temptation to slip my finger inside my panties and ease the throbbing ache is almost too hard to resist. But deep down, I know that any relief I give myself won’t be enough. It wouldn’t come close to what I know he can give me.
“Just admit it, Mac. Admit that you want me, and I will give you want in return. I will make you come so hard you will feel the aftershocks of it for days afterward.”
My chest heaves as an overwhelming need to bust down this door and take everything he is offering consumes me to the point that I feel positively feral.
“I want you,” I whisper.
“I can’t hear you, baby.”
