Page 90 of Puck Princess

“Logistical details.” His white shirt is plastered to his washboard abs. It’s almost a shame to see him lift the shirt over his head.

Our lips lock, and he wrestles with my wet sports bra. It’s the only time it’s ever taken more than a flick of his fingers to have me naked. “How in the actual fuck?—”

“This is what happens when you pull people into the shower fully clothed,” I point out, fighting with the waistband of my leggings.

Together, we manage to peel my bra off. Immediately, his hungry mouth finds my breasts.

I gasp, clenching his hand in my fists. “Owen…”

“What? Are you afraid you’re going to get wet?”

“I’m afraid that I’m going to need more, and I still have my pants on.” I gasp as his tongue works wonders on my sensitive nipples.

“Say no more.” He grins and hooks his fingers under the waistband of my leggings. It’s easier said than done to get them off, though, and he swears under his breath. “I have a clothed sex kink, and I thought it would be hot!”

“And is it?”

His eyes drag up to me, a challenge written there. “I don’t know, Callie. Is it?”

Without warning—and with my pants still half on, half off—he presses his thumb to my clit and slips two fingers inside of me.

I fall against the tile with a gasp.

He wastes no time teasing me and gets right to the point, rubbing and flicking as I fall apart in his very capable hands.

He kisses me deeply enough to snatch my soul from my body. I whimper into his mouth as my knees give out. We slide down the wall together, our lips never losing contact.

As I sit on the floor of the shower, half-clothed, completely unraveling, Owen licks his fingers clean and stands up.

“That’ll teach you to doubt me.” He turns towards the water to wash his hair and face. I enjoy the view of him from the floor for a few seconds before I find the energy to slip out of my pants and rise onto my knees.

“What are you do?—”

The question is lost to the steam when I take the length of him into my mouth.

“Oh fuck!” He braces his hands on the wall while I suck him deeper and deeper until I know he can feel my throat around him.

He curls his fingers into my hair, and I pull back slightly so I can use my mouth and hand at the same time. I stroke the length of him, teasing him with the tip of my tongue.

“I am going to come if you keep doing that…” He swallows hard.

“What? This?” I tease him again, stroking harder. I can feel the release building in him, from the tensing of his lower abs to the shaking of his quads as he grows even harder in my mouth.

“Oh, fuck!”

I angle him so I can swallow effortlessly.

By the time I slow down and pull the length of him from my mouth, there isn’t a drop left to clean up. Owen literally falls to his knees next to me, his chest rising and falling jaggedly as he comes back to earth.

He brings a hand to my cheek, narrowing his eyes at me. “Moving in together might be a big mistake. I’m not sure we’ll ever sleep again.”

We kiss until the water starts to go cold.

Afterward, we bundle up together in bed, his arm around my shoulders and my head on his chest. Our fingers are laced together as we talk.

“I can’t believe we are really doing this,” he says, his voice low and soft.

“Which part?” There's a smorgasbord of unbelievable options to choose from. Moving in together? Dating for real? Having a baby?

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