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The way he held me in the pool while I stared at the stars lit a flame in me so hot it’s threatening to melt me. Standing in front of him, I weigh my choices. His dark gaze meets mine like he knows what I’m struggling with.
Slowly, he pulls his legs up providing me with a tempting platform. I hand him a beer as I slide onto his legs. He tips his head back for a long drink. I watch as his Adam’s apple bobs up and down. He takes my beer out of my hand, setting them both on the coffee table. His strong hands caress my bottom before pulling me to him. I crash against his chest with a gasp.
“I’ve been wanting to do this all night,” he says. His lips move toward mine, and I meet him halfway, just as anxious to taste him as he is me. Our tongues slide against each other.
There’s no going back. My fingers shake as they attack the buttons on his shirt. I need it off quickly. I need to feast on all that muscle I saw in the pool.
“I need you naked,” I moan. I’ve never said that to a man. I’m not a complete prude; I’ve had sex before. But I’ve never needed it like I do now. In the past, it was just the next step in dating. Tonight, with Owen, it’s like I won’t survive without it. He lets me shove his shirt off his shoulders.
My hands roam over his shoulders, down his abs, to his belt. It’s like I’ve lost everything but the primal need to feel him inside me.
I don’t bother to pull his belt from its loops. Instead, I fight with the button on his pants. He lifts his hips for me when I finally have them open. His cock springs up hard and hot against his abdomen. My hand wraps around it.
“Easy,” he moans. I pump once then release it.
“Do you have a condom?” I ask.
“In my wallet.” I find it and toss it toward him.
“Put it on. Quickly.” My gaze can’t seem to leave him. I stare, mesmerized, at him while I undress.
“You’re stunning,” he says when I slide back on his lap. I’d like to believe him. I’m trying to. I open my mouth to argue, but he pulls one of my nipples between his lips.
My body clenches. No, I’m not having an orgasm without him inside me. His hand slides down and finds my clit. My body warns me again when he slides his fingers through my folds until they are seated deep inside me.
“You’re going to make me come,” I gasp.
“Several times if I have my way,” he answers.
“Later. You can do all the things later.” I bat his hands away. Gripping his cock, I line it up where I’m on fire and slide down on it. We both swear. I’m so close I worry I won’t last very long. That doesn’t seem to matter to Owen though. When my hips begin to rock, he encourages me on with his hands.
“Oh my god,” I moan. I’ve never had an orgasm without some external help. But this isn’t just sex. Something is happening between us that’s not happened in the past.
I ride him like he’s the last bull at the rodeo. Then I’m soaring. I’m weightless as I float around the room. All I can hear is the sound of wind in my ears. I feel like I’m looking through gauze. I hear Owen say something, but nothing makes sense.
My mind clears, and I’m lying against his chest. I can hear his heart pounding in his chest. I might have blacked out; I’m not sure yet. Owen is running his hand down the back of my hair.
Never when I shot the sheriff did I think I’d wind up on top of him. I know that my list of things to do before old age sounds stupid, but I’m grateful for it. Without that list… Well, let’s not think about that.
fourteen
OWEN
I knowEliot thinks of what we did as a one-night stand. That’s obvious by the way she hasn’t returned my calls or texts. But rest assured, it was not.
I’m letting her run through the five stages of freakout. I’m not sure what those stages are, but with her, they’re sure to take a little while. I don’t think if I have her the rest of my life, I’ll ever work out the mystery that is Eliot Caraway.
I worked the morning shift in the pouring rain. It’s been raining since yesterday, and everything is muddy. I managed to drag a couple of high school kids out of their Jon boat right before they launched it into the swelling river.
Old Mrs. Woods had me check her attic, positive someone was living up there. There was, of the tree climbing four-footed variety. I turned the problem over to Coit, the government trapper and animal control guy.
My entire day continued in the same way. By the time I pull up to my apartment, I’m soaked. The rain has stopped at least. I climb out of my cruiser debating if I should leave the window down so it can dry out when a jumped-up Jeep pulls up next to me. Who do I know that drives a Jeep?
“Let’s go, po-po,” Eliot calls. I scowl at her. Either she’s worked through the panic steps quick or she’s on step five, desperately trying to put me in the friend zone. That’s not going to happen. “What? Get in.”
“Can I change into dry clothes first?”
“If that’s what gets you moving.” I roll my eyes but head up the stairs. It takes me five minutes to change into dry clothes. When I return to the Jeep, Eliot has trash metal screaming through the stereo system. All I can think is that I must have lost my damn mind to get in the passenger seat next to her.
