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As he’s walking me to my door, butterflies are swarming inside of me. It’s been years since I’ve even considered being with a guy again. Even before I locked myself away, metaphorically speaking, none of the guys I was with made me feel anything close to what Bowen does.
I let routine take over as I unlock my door and walk inside. I’m not sure whether Bowen is going to follow me or not, but he does. His eyes are dark and tinged with lust when I turn toward him. The gasp I let out is loud in the quiet of my house as he picks me up, presses me against my closed door, and my legs wrap around his waist.
The skirt of the dress I’m wearing hikes up and the feel of his large hands on my thighs has me arching my back and moaning as my eyes slide closed. I don’t want to think too hard about this; I want this. I shouldn’t let the fear the demons of my past carry stop me from enjoying what is being offered to me readily.
“Little Spark,” Bowen whispers as he buries his face in my hair. He kisses up the column of my neck before nipping at my earlobe and causing goosebumps to cover my skin. “Can I touch you?”
“Bowen,” I gasp as his beard rubs against my skin. I never thought a beard was sexy until him, now I can’t unthink it. “Please. I feel like I’m burning up.”
“I got you,” he promises, and his words sink in so much deeper than this one moment. I can hear what he doesn’t say.I won’t let you down.
I hope he’s right. My body relaxes as his hand slides up and down my exposed leg, pushing my skirt higher with every pass. Does he have any idea how wet I am for him right now?
“Fuck, I can feel the heat of your pussy pressing against my cock, Aster,” he growls.
As if his control, which has been so damn strong up until this point, snaps, he stops teasing me and buries his hand between my thighs as he slams his mouth down on mine. He kisses me with desperation on his tongue and fierceness in his heart. As he slides my panties aside and stokes my wet slit, I moan into his mouth.
He swallows the sound down as his tongue plays with mine. There’s something fun in the way Bowen kisses me. It’s lazy and unhurried while still being passionate and powerful. His fingers slide along my flesh in the same way.
The hand he has against my lower back slides up until he’s gripping the hair at the base of my neck. There’s something so possessive about the way he holds me, and I suck in a breath, waiting for the panic to set in. It never comes.
When he plunges two fingers inside of me while his thumb circles my clit, my entire body jolts. Bowen is right there to hold me steady, and my fingernails dig into his shoulders. My hips start to rock, seeking relief for the need he’s been building inside of me since the first night at the toy drive.
“That’s right,” he coos, “you’re going to come all over my hand, my little Spark.”
I moan his name as I pull my lips from his and my head presses back against the door. He presses down on my clit with just the right amount of pressure and my pleasure skyrockets. I’m unable to hold it back any longer and my pussy tightens around his fingers as I come hard.
I lose time as the feeling wraps around me, obliterating anyone else’s touch and reminding me I’m alive. In this moment there are lifetimes.
I melt into his chest as Bowen gentles his touch and then pulls his fingers from my sensitive pussy. When he licks his fingers clean and hums in satisfaction, I can barely keep my eyes open. I should return the favor, or something, but my limbs are offline.
He only chuckles and covers my face in tiny kisses. The feeling of moving, while I’m still secure in Bowen’s arms, is easily ignored. Even when he lays me on the bed, my eyes don’t open. I just feel safe and sink into the feeling while hoping I get to feel it again soon.
Sleep overtakes me just as I feel his lips on my forehead and his whispered words slide over my skin, “Goodnight, my little Spark. Sweet dreams.”
CHAPTER 6
BOWEN
Who knew that delayed gratification would be something I’d be into? I have a feeling it’s only because it’s her I’m waiting on. I know if I push for too much and take this too fast then I’ll lose her forever. I can’t stand the thought of that.
She’s starting to open up to me and everything she reveals about her time in New York is a gift. She hasn’t told me exactly what happened to bring her back to Sweetwater Valley, but she’s alluded to certain things. The thought of someone putting her in a position to trade her body for her dream makes me sick.
I can’t deny things like that don’t happen, I’m sure it does. It just kills me to know that’s the choice she felt she had to make—between her morals or what she had been working toward her entire life.
I wish I could find those who put her in that position and make them pay, but I can’t. All I can do is hold my woman and support her as I help her heal.
The way she’s started to open up to me and isn’t fighting me every step of the way shows me it’s working. She’s leaving the past where it belongs while looking toward the future without the same pain in her heart that she’s been carrying around for so long.
I was off work today and I’ve been waiting for the chance to see my woman since I opened my eyes. Last night was our third date and leaving her in her bed without sliding in next to her was hard. But I had a feeling she wouldn’t have reacted well to me taking such a liberty without her knowing.
I can’t believe she’s continued to give me chances after our first two dates didn’t go as I had planned. She didn’t have to, but she stuck with me.
She’s so damn special and she doesn’t even see it in herself.
When I walk through the doors of her studio, I smile when I hear the music coming from down the hallway. I’ve never been here before, I didn’t have a reason to, clearly. There are a few parents in the large reception room which seems to double as a lounge area. I nod to those I recognize.
The rumor mill must be working to our advantage because no one looks surprised to see me. I’m fairly sure I catch a smug smile or two as I head toward the music. When I get closer, I can hear my little Spark’s sweet voice talking to her students.
