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“What color is it?” she asked.
“Gold and shiny. I’ve been watching her all evening. She’s laughing, having fun, but there’s something that sets her apart from everyone else in the place. Eventually, I’m drawn to her. We dance to something sultry, and I invite her up to my penthouse suite.”
“Copycat.”
“Wait.” He reached out and tapped her nose with his finger. “The elevator is far too fast and efficient for sex, so I kiss her on the way up instead. Once we’re in my place, we pause to admire the view and I pour us each a glass of champagne.”
“You could be accused of plagiarism.” She tried to make her voice sound prim.
“Our scenarios are nothing alike,” he insisted. “Yours has the sex over between the first floor and the thirtieth. Mine is all about anticipation. The waiting and wanting.”
“I think we both know something about that,” she offered. “What happens next?”
“We make it to the bedroom, and that’s where the fantasy begins.”
“Describe it to me.” Her voice was down to a whisper.
“It involves blindfolds.”
“Like the one we were using the other day?”
“Just like that.” He cupped her cheek, and everything changed between them. This was no longer a game of trying to one up each other. “That night, I dreamed of you blindfolded and at my mercy in bed. I woke up hard as a rock, aching for you.”
She drew in a breath. He’d just been completely open with her, and she owed him the same. “I haven’t forgotten what you said about taking your time with a woman. I’ve dedicated some serious thought to visualizing what that must be like.”
“I’d be happy to demonstrate.” His lips brushed over hers, and she couldn’t think of a single reason why they shouldn’t have sex.
“We should probably look at the next step,” she said half-heartedly.
“We’re both quick studies, so I think we can just skip ahead.” He stood, pulling her up with him. “Because you know this ends with us in bed.” He kissed her again, slow and soft. With his arm around her waist, he guided her through the dimly lit room. Luna was at the door of the lodge. She didn’t say anything as they passed by her, but her expression was smug.
Sophie didn’t care. All that mattered was getting back to the cabin with Owen.
SIXTEEN
Owen felt like a teenager, barely able to control how badly he wanted to fuck.Neededto. But no, that sounded too coarse for what he was about to do to Sophie. There would be fucking, but he also couldn’t wait to taste every inch of her. To make her sigh and giggle and moan. Sophie was driving him wild, and he wanted her more than he could ever remember wanting any woman. His arm was around her waist as they hurried back to their cabin.
Once inside, he could take her against the wall and…
And then it would be over in less than ten minutes.
No, he scolded himself. He needed to take his time, enjoy every second of being with her. He’d told her that a good lover took his time, and he was eager to show her exactly what that meant. There was no reason to rush since they had all night. He just had to convince her of that, which might be a challenge. She was almost vibrating by the time they reached the cabin and went in. She turned into him immediately.
“Wait,” he said softly and did a quick check of the cabin to make sure it was secure. In the time it took him to do that, she pulled the curtains and lit a candle on the bedside table.
“No one lurking under the bed?” she asked and pulled her shirt over her head before tossing it aside. She had on a pink, lacy bra—ultra feminine looking which contrasted with her tough-girl attitude. It made him smile. When her hands went to the button on her jeans, he reached for her and drew her into him.
“Hey,” he said softly. “I want to undress you.”
“Then get going.”
He nuzzled her neck. “I thought you were interested in my ability to take my time.”
“Later,” she said, her hands on his shirt buttons. “For now, let’s rush. Next time, we can—”
He caught her hands. “I like to do things right from the beginning.” He kissed one of her palms and then the other before holding her arms out to her sides. Her breasts were full, filling the cup of her bra and brimming just a little over the top. He couldn’t stop staring.
“Enjoying the view?” she asked.
