Chapter 53 Poppy
M y heart is already beating with anticipation of seeing Owen again. His parents left this morning and while we’ve been together or seen each other almost every day of break, we haven’t had any time alone. It’s been all stolen kisses and hand holding and while that is wonderful, I’ve been wanting something a little…more. Especially after his unexpected admission yesterday.
I’ve known I was falling in love with him for a while, but hearing him say the words brought everything together for me. He is the kindest, most thoughtful man I think I’ve ever met and it is hard for me to imagine what my life was like before him. Seeing our parents together and navigating the holidays this year really brought everything home for me. The way he supports and encourages me is something I never want to be without.
Owen brings a joy and simple lightheartedness to my life that I find to be so refreshing. I feel so much gratitude towards him for what he brings into my life and can’t wait for the chance to show him how I’ve been feeling.
The drive over takes less than five minutes, but it feels like forever. I have on my sexiest black underwear and bra. I’m wearing a new dress. I shaved my legs. I have a bottle of our favorite wine in my bag. I am ready for whatever the night may bring.
The roads are surprisingly fine after yesterday’s impromptu snow shower, but I know better than to speed over. Breathing deeply, I try to calm my already ramped up body. You’ll be there and in his arms soon enough.
Pulling up to his apartment building, I thank the boardwalk gods for blessing me with a close parking spot and am able to scoot my car right in. Looking up towards the window I know is his, I can see Samson looking down at me and think I even see his mouth open in a precious, “mew,” before I jump out of the car and head inside.
Taking the stairs two at a time, I remind myself that Owen might want to talk or have something he wants to discuss after the holiday get-togethers. There’s also dinner and the wine. But I can’t ignore that I just want him . Now.
When I get to his landing, I see the door is already flung open. He is standing in the doorway, looking at me with the same hunger in his eyes that I’m feeling. I barely get out the words, “I brought wine,” before his hands are tangled in my hair, his mouth on mine in a passionate kiss. All my thoughts of talking are gone.
He shuts the door as I drop my bags, being sure to not break the wine bottle, and we move quickly towards his bedroom, our bodies pressed against one another in a desperate attempt for more contact.
He feels so damn good. This is exactly what I wanted.
“Samson?” I breathe out. My entire body tingling with desire.
“I gave him treats and a new toy,” He whispers against my mouth, simultaneously pulling at the zipper on the back of my dress. I step away to pull it down and off my body as he takes me in, sitting down on the bed. “Damn, you look gorgeous.”
He looks at me like I’m what’s been missing in his life and I step back towards him, his hands softly making their way from my thighs up to my waist and arms before our eyes meet. “I love you.” I feel my body light up at hearing him say it a second time, warmth hitting me like a freight train in my core.
“I love you too.” Then I’m in his arms again and we tumble onto the bed. I work on the buttons of his shirt, every movement frantic. Nothing is happening fast enough.
Somehow in all our haste, we manage to remove each other’s clothes without ripping them. Thankfully, I chose my lace bra as well as the underwear—the latter of which is now somewhere on Owen’s floor—I move over him until I’m straddling him, enjoying the full view this position gives me.
It’s hard to resist staring at him like this. He’s so sexy and while I’d love to tease him more, I need him now. Rocking against the entire length of him almost sends me right over the edge. Taking a deep breath, I let myself calm down for a moment, reveling in the kisses he presses up the side of my neck and to that spot behind my ear. A shiver runs through my body in response to his touch.
“Let me taste you.”
My breath catches and I turn to roll off him, giving him better access, but before I can he grabs my hips to hold me in place, sliding farther underneath me. I’m momentarily caught off guard at his forwardness.
“Are you sure?” He’s always been giving in this department, but this is something new we haven’t tried before and I’m a little nervous.
He looks to the headboard and then back at me. “Hold on tight.”