Owen
What the hell had just happened?
I squeezed my eyes shut, certain this had been a really good, exquisitely detailed dream. Except the woman snuggled into my chest proved that it was real fucking life.
I didn’t want to move or speak for fear of ruining the moment. Lila had walked into my goddamn bedroom and stripped off her clothes.
Begged me to fuck her.
And then it finally happened.
My life had been changed. The moment I got up from this bed—and I really needed to deal with this condom—I would be changed.
I’d been lusting after her for weeks, thinking my need unbearable. But the joke was on me, because now that I’d had a taste of Lila, my desire had been fully unleashed.
The post-orgasmic haze was dampened by my racing thoughts. Thoughts of how badly I wanted her again. Visions of all the filthy, delicious things I wanted to do to her. The way I could make her scream my name again and again.
But first, practicality. I needed to deal with this.
So I gently rolled off the side of the bed and sprinted for the bathroom.
Hands washed, condom disposed of, and cold water splashed on my face, I returned to the bed.
She was lying on her side, her head propped up on her elbow, staring at me. Slowly, a wide grin spread across her face.
And I knew I’d never be the same.
I hopped back in, pulling the duvet over both of us, and slid toward the middle of the mattress.
She assumed her place next to me, her hands already on my chest. God, I could get used to this.
I shifted, pulling her on top of me so I could get a handful of that amazing ass.
“Owen—”
I grasped the back of her neck and gently guided her mouth to mine, shutting her up with a kiss. Her mouth was so soft and perfect.
“Owen.” She pushed back and shook her head. “It’s late.”
If this woman thought I’d be taking my hands off her, she was sorely mistaken. I’d gotten a taste, and I wasn’t sure I’d ever be satisfied. The feel of her, the sound of her voice, the way she took charge, and got exactly what she needed. Every facet of her was so fucking hot.
“I’m not tired,” I said, arching up to take one of her rosy nipples into my mouth. “And I’m not finished with you yet.”
“But—”
The words died on her lips as I bit down gently. Her fingers were in my hair, tugging, driving me wild.
I grinned up at her. “Butt stuff?” I gave her a cocky wink. “Hell yeah. If that’s what you’re into, I’m down.”
Her eyes grew wide with shock. “No,” she sputtered. “I mean yes. Shit.” She covered her face with her hands, looking so goddamn adorable.
She took a deep breath. “What I meant to say is that you’ve done enough.”
I barked out a laugh and grabbed her hips. Then I flipped her onto her back and hovered over her. “There will never be enough when it comes to you.”
She grasped the hair at the back of my head in response, her eyes hooded and her chest rising and falling rapidly.
Game. Fucking. On.
I slid down her body and pushed her legs apart. Then I dipped down and gazed at her perfect pussy.
“What are you doing?” Her voice was breathy.
“I’m a growing boy,” I teased, slowly lowering my face. “And I need to eat.”
She made an unintelligible sound, but it died on her lips the moment my tongue touched her clit. Just as I suspected, she was sweet, delicious, and responsive to my touch.
I didn’t waste any time. I was done teasing. I dove in, spreading her with one hand and licking and sucking like a man obsessed.
Her moans and shaking legs urged me to keep going, and her hands were in my hair again, driving me fucking wild.
“That’s it,” I urged, suckling at her clit. “Ride my face, Lila. Show me how much you love my tongue.”
She moaned in response, tossing her head back and arching up. Fuck, I felt like a goddamn king. I added one finger, then another, loving the clench of her muscles as I worked my mouth over her.
This was actual heaven. There was no doubt in my mind I’d never find anything like this again. Every gasp, every moan, urged me to keep going, to give her everything I had so she could understand just how badly I needed her.
“Ah, shit. Owen,” she cried as her body began to convulse. There was no better feeling in the world. I kept going, focusing on feeling every single tremor as she came all over my face, bucking and writhing. I held her down, continuing to use my tongue and fingers until she was fully spent.
When she’d gone boneless, I sat back, admiring my work. Lila, arms thrown out, eyes closed and panting. Her legs were spread wide and her pussy was glistening. I had worn her out, and I’d never felt so proud of myself.
I lay down next to her, giving her some space to recover but unable to hide the satisfied grin on my face.
Once her breathing had evened out, she turned to face me. “That,” she said, her eyes sparkling, “was incredible.” She grabbed my face and kissed me. “I usually don’t like oral.”
I froze and my stomach bottomed out. How was that possible?
“But you’re some kind of expert.”
Now that was the best compliment I’d probably ever received. Fuck my diplomas. I wanted that matted, framed, and hung on my office wall.
But I diverted my thoughts back to her comment about not liking oral. Who had she been with? Idiots who couldn’t properly worship her gorgeous pussy? I inhaled, ready to rail against them, but stopped when I realized that one of those idiots was my brother.
“You are now my favorite meal. Get used to it, because I’m going to be eating you every day.”
She laughed and cupped my cheek. “I wish. But we should talk.”
Fuck. My heart sank.
“I think that—well, maybe.” She studied me for a moment, worrying her lip. “We don’t need to confine this to one night. Maybe we can keep having fun.”
My heart soared. Fuck yes. My cock also got the memo, hardening against her stomach with the need to be inside her again.
“Until we go back to Maine.”
The damn floating organ plummeted back to earth. Oh shit.
“Enjoy each other for the weekend?”
She was so sweet and hopeful. It was impossible to say no, even if I wanted a hell of a lot more than a weekend.
She walked her fingers down my abdomen, then wrapped that warm hand around my length, making it a lot harder to focus.
I did the math. It was early Saturday morning. We were due to fly home on Sunday at ten. Which gave me approximately thirty-two hours to show Lila how much more I could give her. Prove to her that a weekend would never be enough.
And I was up for that challenge.