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God, I like that he doesn’t discount what I said. And that he’s looking at me like he’s genuinely interested in my answer.
“Yes.”
He takes a moment considering that. “I’m sensing a but here.”
I exhale the breath I’ve been holding without realizing it. “You’ve got me all nervous. I can’t remember the last time I felt like this with a guy.”
His smile is slow, and it just may be the sexiest smile he’s given me so far. “Good,” he murmurs, taking hold of my hand and threading his fingers through mine. “Because you’ve got me feeling the same way.”
“You really expect me to believe a man like you ever feels nervous with a woman?”
“Why do you think men do half the dumb things they do? Because a woman has them all up in their head, overthinking things they never thought they’d overthink.” He keeps hold of my hand while putting his other arm around me and pressing gently against the small of my back, so it forces my body against his. “You should know you have every ounce of my attention and that I’m completely captivated by you.” He pauses. “And since it’s my turn to tell you something about me, you are now the only person alive who knows I lied on a Truth or Dare when I was fifteen and told everyone at a party that I’d lost my virginity to a girl I met on a summer vacation.”
I laugh, the vibrations of it in my body calming me. Or maybe it’s Owen who calmed me. “So, you hadn’t lost your virginity then?”
His fingers that are threaded with mine tighten. “No. I could tell you when I did lose it, but it’s not my turn to share something.”
My nerves are now a shadow of themselves. “You play a mean game, Owen.”
“I’m hoping you’ll play it right back.” He watches me expectantly, waiting.
Instead of giving him anything, I unthread my fingers from his and reach for the top button of his shirt. The white shirt I can’t wait to get off him. Undoing that button, I say, “Are you planning on this game lasting all night, or do you think at some point you may get serious about taking my clothes off?”
The determination in his eyes of a moment ago returns. “If you don’t think I’m already serious about that, I’m doing something very wrong here.”
I’m unsure if it’s the look in his eyes, the rasp in his voice, or what he says that does it, but I move past any nerves I had and all the way intojust get my clothes off alreadyterritory.
I work my way down his buttons.
Owen watches every move my fingers make before meeting my gaze again. The silence between us is charged with the kind of electricity that sends anticipation racing through my veins.
“See, these abs I’m looking at now are very indicative of many hours spent in the gym,” I say because, holy hell, I’ve never laid eyes on abs like his before. Not in the flesh, anyway. “I think I was right that you don’t have much time for sleep.”
He slides the other strap of my dress off my shoulder. “It’s a good thing I took today off from the gym. It means I have all the energy I need for you.”
I run my hands up over his shoulders and slide his shirt off. I then reach for the button on his trousers and make quick work of undoing it. I’m about to slide his zip down when he stops me.
He places his hands on my bare thighs and slowly inches them toward the hem of my dress. “We’re going to take our time, Charlize. Or I should say,I’mgoing to take my time.” He slips one hand under my dress and wraps it around my leg. His other hand moves to my waist and then up to my breast. His eyes never leave mine. “Tell me something else.”
If Owen thinks my brain has the capacity to think of things about myself right now, he’s dreaming. The only thing that comes to mind tumbles out of my mouth before I can stop it. “I have never been this wet in my life. At this point, I’m beginning to think you have magical powers right alongside everything else you’ve got going on.”
His fingers dig into my thigh and a growly “Fuck” falls from his lips. He brings his hand to my neck, grasping it while his mouth crashes down onto mine.
If Owen is as skilled at sex as he is at kissing and dancing and flirting, I’m in for the best sex of my life.
These kisses he’s giving me are next level.
Owen immerses himself in them in the exact same way he’s immersed himself in our conversation tonight.
Every piece of him is here with me and he’s paying attention to every response I give him. I know this because the things I’ve liked the most are the things he’s making sure to give me again.
The slide of his fingers in my hair.
The amount of tongue I prefer.
The way he bites my lip.
Not to mention everything else he’s doing with his body while kissing me.
