Chapter 17
Chapter Seventeen
Daisy
Sunset Marquis
Knock... Knock... Knock...
As the door to villa forty-four swings open, it’s clear I've been duped.
A towel-clad Owen leans against the doorframe, his arms crossed over his tan bare chest. He’s still wet from a shower, so his light brown hair appears darker than usual.
That cocky Owen Swift look is smug on his face.
The one that says he knows he’s irresistible and that my knocking on his door was inevitable.
He’s not wrong. Unfortunately for me the man is irresistible. This much arrogance from one human would usually turn me off. But when his dimples come out to play and his bright blue eyes sparkle with mischief the way they are right now, all I see is Owen.
And he is beautiful.
The nearly naked man before me sticks his head out the door, looking both ways, checking to make sure the coast is clear. “Clover... to what do I owe the pleasure?”
“Uh… you texted me. Said you needed my help ASAP. Did you need help drying off?”
“Only if you have time in your schedule.”
“What schedule? Everyone’s gone. Apparently, I have no plans.”
“Is that so?” He wags his eyebrows up and down.
“It is, but I get the feeling you already know that.”
He doesn’t flinch or confess to anything.
“Mia headed for San Francisco before the sun was up. Cal and Knox have both been MIA since yesterday, and Mom and Gus took off without me. Some family vacation. Mom and Gus didn’t even text me. Just left me behind.”
“They didn’t leave you behind.”
“Hate to break it to you, but they did.”
“I texted and told them we went for a morning hike and that you left your phone in your room.”
I gasp. “You what?”
“I wanted you to myself?”
“Excuse me?”
Appalled is what I should be. Instead, giddy butterflies in my stomach take flight. And my heart leaps to hear him say he wants me.
“A year is too long, darlin’.”
Yes. Yes, it is.
He takes me by the hand, tugging me into his villa. I don’t protest. Why waste the energy when being alone with him sounds incredible?
As he pulls me behind him, I watch droplets of water drip from his wet hair over his shoulders and down his back. Maybe if I’m a good girl, he’ll let me lick them from his body.
“So, you think you can upend my vacation to meet your sexual desires?” I ask, even though I’m more than okay with him ruining my plans.
“Yes, because I know you’d rather spend the day naked in my bed. Why would you want to spend hours looking at dirty stars on a sidewalk with your mom and brother when you could have a day full of orgasms with me?”
I could argue, but he sees right through me. We’ve barely made it into his bedroom and I’m wet and needy already.
“You think you know me so well.”
“Sweetheart, I know for a fact when I strip you bare and bury my face in your pussy, I’ll find it weeping for me.”
He tugs off his towel, letting it drop to the floor. My eyes follow the V that leads to his beautiful cock. I’ve honestly never seen a prettier penis.
“My eyes are up here, Miss McKinnon.” He steps so close that the heat from his naked body teases my senses. God, he smells delicious.
He flicks my nose like he so often does.
As playful as his gesture seems, what’s about to take place between the two of us will be anything but sweet. Knowing this, my nipples tighten with anticipation.
“You look beautiful. Is that a new dress?”
“It is.”
And I was hoping he’d take it off me at some point today. I figured I’d end up alone with him. We always find our way to each other’s beds when we’re hundreds of miles away from home.
“As nice as it looks on you, I’m gonna need you to take it off.”
I don’t move, awaiting his instruction.
“Every stitch of material off your body, I plan on worshiping every inch of you. Fold your clothes nicely and put your things in the top drawer of the dresser, where they’ll stay until you leave this villa. Understood?”
“So bossy.”
“Understood?” he repeats sternly.
“Understood, boss man.”
Damn, I love this side of him. There is no other man on planet earth I would allow to talk to me this way. Especially during sex.
Owen is different.
He’s taken the time to educate himself about my sexual desires. He does this for me, not for himself.
The first time I asked him to tell me what to do, it shook him.
Always the gentleman, it took him some time to figure out how bossy I needed him to be.
Truth be told, I didn’t really know what I needed.
It was new for me too, but I craved something with him that no other man had given me and I trusted Owen to give it to me.
Still do. Now I don’t have to ask for what I want.
He anticipates my every need and desire, even though it’s been a year since we were last together.
I feel him watching me, sending anticipatory chills racing over my skin.
My stomach flips as I fold my dress, bra, and panties and place them in the top dresser drawer as Owen instructed.
By the time I face him, my arousal is practically dripping down my thighs.
Instinct tells me to press them together to quell the needy ache between them, but hopefully, Owen will take care of that ache soon enough.
He’s standing in the middle of the room naked as the day he was born. A Greek statue come to life, only he’s a lot more impressive than Michelangelo and his friends, if you know what I mean.
Everything about the man is big and beautiful.
From his oversized personality to his broad shoulders, muscular pecs, and the six-pack just above the magical V leading to his more than ample and very pretty penis.
Don’t even get me started on his thick thighs and rock-hard ass.
But his face is the true heartstopper with his chiseled jawline, full lips, ridiculous dimples, and piercing blue eyes.
He is breathtaking.
He beckons me to him with his forefinger.
I pad across the room to meet him in front of the bed.
His large hands engulf my face, his eyes softening before he presses his lips to mine.
His breath is minty fresh as his tongue traces my top lip, but the kiss is slow.
Gentle. He pulls his mouth from mine. Tracing my lower lip with his thumb, he searches my eyes, penetrating deeper into my soul than anyone ever has.
Realistically, I know this is fantastic sex and nothing more, but I swear there are times, like right now, when he looks at me and everything changes.
My heart beats erratically. My stomach flips, and I shake from the inside out.
It feels like our souls are reaching out to each other, and nothing and no one else matters.
But just like every time before, the voice in my head reminds me this is all I’m good for. Stolen moments.
He doesn’t have to verbalize that he feels the same pull I do. He tells me in the tender way he looks at me. As though he would cherish me if I only gave him the chance. So, I take control of the moment by breaking the spell and getting us back to what we do best.
Placing my hands on his chest, I chase the drop of water sliding between his pecs with my tongue. “Where would you like me, Officer?”
When I bat my lashes and look up at him, the softness in his gaze flickers with a playfulness that says I’ve asked for it now. My stomach somersaults all over itself impatiently waiting for more.
Instead of giving me an order he crashes his mouth into mine. His tongue lashes out, not asking for permission as the kiss becomes frantic and messy. Our bodies press together, his thick erection against my belly a promise of what’s to come.
I whimper when he ends the kiss.
His breath tickles my face when he speaks. “Get on the bed, baby. Prop yourself up against the headboard and open those legs for me. I’m starving.”
That’s all he needs to say. I scurry on all fours over the bed until my back is against the pillows and the headboard.
My chest rises and falls as I watch him with bated breath.
He takes his time joining me, but once he’s on his knees in front of me, his cock fully erect and glistening with pre-cum, I lose my breath altogether seeing he’s just as excited as I am.
His eyes leisurely trail over my body spread out on display for him. He takes me in as though he’s seeing me for the first time. His tongue wets his lips as he stares at my pussy.
When his gaze finds mine, he asks, “Do you know how damn perfect you are?”
I shake my head slowly.
“How ‘bout I show you?”
His hands grip my knees, pushing them open wider, then he slides those rough hands of his down my thighs as he settles on his stomach between my legs.
Palming my ass cheeks, he positions me closer to his face.
His sapphire eyes sweep up to capture my gaze as he purses his lips and blows on my clit.
When I squirm, his grip on my ass tightens, but his stare doesn’t leave mine as he nibbles on my inner thighs.
His licks and sucks tease their way around my bundle of nerves, torturing me.
But with his eyes on me I keep my composure.
When the tip of his tongue circles my clit, my abdominals tighten and my core throbs with need. Owen starts slow, giving me what I desire but sparingly, still watching me. I bite my lower lip as I moan, grinding against his face, needing more.
He slips one hand from underneath me to slip his middle finger into my mouth.
I roll my tongue around it and then suck as he pulls it out.
He drags his hand between my breasts and over my stomach.
My eyes close, my head pressing against the headboard when his finger slips through my aching center and then thankfully plunges it inside of me as his mouth finds me again.
He sets a blissfully slow pace with his hand and his tongue.
It’s not nearly enough. With a hand in his hair, I greedily grind against him, encouraging him to go faster.
To give me more. When he inserts a second finger, I moan and my eyes lazily open to find him enthralled with the sight of his fingers sliding in and out of my body as though it’s the most fascinating thing he’s ever seen.
Then his attention shifts to the spot that will send me over the edge.
“Such a sweet pussy.” His tongue teasingly trails ever so slowly around the one place he knows I want him to lick. His breath tickles my skin as he speaks. “So fucking sweet.”
Finally, he gently flicks my clit with the tip of his tongue once.
.. twice... and then the third time his eyes flash up to mine and he devours me while his hand works at a steady pace.
I grab him by the hair to ensure he doesn’t move a centimeter from where he is.
I’m ready to combust with the combination of his fingers rubbing my G-spot, the masterful strokes of his tongue and the intense way he’s watching me.
“Oh my God, Owen,” I pant. My head falls back as I ride the wave of ecstasy washing over me.
“That’s it. Right there. Right... there .
.. don’t stop.” Not that I need to tell him.
He feels the change in my body that he knows so well.
Feels me tightening around his fingers. Feels the way I pulse for him.
He's relentless as wave after wave of my orgasm crashes into me, intensifying until my body stiffens for a moment before relaxing, but Owen continues. With a hand on each of my thighs, he keeps them spread as he laps up the mess he’s made of me.
I tug on his hair. “More. I need more of you.” And I do. I want every bit of him he’ll give me while we’re tucked away in this villa.
His intense blue gaze softens at my declaration. “Your wish is my command,” he says.
My insides flutter, and I squeal when he pulls me down so my head hits the pillow. He shifts, kissing and licking his way over my pelvic bone and up my stomach until he’s nibbling on my nipple.
Other than meals with my family, the next forty-eight hours is spent naked in Villa Forty-Four.