Page 46 of Taking The Virgin

Chapter17

Owen takes me for a quick,quiet lunch at an out-of-the-way restaurant on the beach, then we go to my hotel to pick up my duffel bag and check out. After that, we head toward the hotel he’s staying at in South Beach.

His room is a penthouse, and it has a wraparound terrace that overlooks the glittering nighttime ocean. It has a deck that surrounds a private infinity pool, two master bedrooms that also have views of the Atlantic, and a marble bathroom with a rainfall shower and a deep standalonetub.

Everything is white, pure, and sedate, and I’m almost afraid of tracking dirt everywhere.

As I dump my bag near a floor-to-ceiling window to admire the view of the dimly lit pool, Owen comes up behind me. I can feel the heat of him, and I shiver.

“Do you think the water’s warm?” Iask.

“Why don’t you findout?”

“I didn’t bring a swimsuit.” Of course, he could have one delivered in a secondflat.

But then I turn to look up at him, and I see the fever in his eyes. He doesn’t want me in a bathing suit. He wants me to strip for him and take aswim.

Now that I know my life is under control again, I’m in the mood. And I’ll do anything he needs.

“Are you coming with me?” I whisper.

“I’m going to watch you, Juliet. And then I’m going to fuckyou.”

Oh. Hearing him say this so directly turns me on with a flash of desire. He’s been waiting hours for this. Every time I would look at him over lunch or in the limo, I would see him counting down the minutes until he could get me alone.

And I savored every one of them, enjoying the erotic anticipation.

Never breaking eye contact with him, I slowly step out of my pumps. My blood twists through me, my veins feeling as if they’re fusing as I unbutton the top of the suit I wore to the courthouse, then shrug it off. The jacket hits the floor, and I unzip my skirt, also letting it drop to my barefeet.

As I stand before him in only my fancy lace bra and panties that he bought me, I don’t feel paid for at all. After what we went through at my house this afternoon, I feel as if we belong together, here in the moonlight, with him hungering for me with such possession and passion that I never want to belong to anyone buthim.

And judging by the way he’s fisting his hands by his sides, he’d like to take menow.

Backing away from him, I lift my hands behind me to undo my hair from its constricting bun. My locks spill down, and I shake themout.

Lust heats his eyes. I can tell that I’m getting him aroused, and I’m right there with him. My belly swarms with fluttering excitement. My clit is beating hard, making medamp.

I turn around to open the sliding door that leads to the pool deck. The night air is lovely and warm, the sound of the water restless as it pours over the side into seemingly nowhere.

I walk toward the faintly glowing pool, offering Owen a view of my bottom as I reach down to slip my fingers under the panty’s elastic that cups my cheeks. With a look behind me, I see that Owen is standing in the doorway, filling it up with his mighty body. He’s transfixed by every move Imake.

A blazing sense of desire overcomes me, because seeing how much I arouse him never gets old—it only pumps me up, making my blood pound harder everywhere, especially between my thighs.

I dip my toe into the pool, creating tiny, agitated waves that imitate the heat I’m feeling inside ofme.

When I look back at Owen again, he’s got his hands in his pockets, still watching.

Waiting…wanting.

Have I teased him long enough? I’m not sure I was even trying to do that in the first place, but as I breathlessly ease the straps of my bra off my shoulders, I do it lazily, loving the way his gaze follows everything I’m doing.

With the same unhurried pace, I unclasp my bra in the back then slip my hands to the cups in front, squeezing up my breasts and watching how his jaw clenches.

He’s a silent animal checking out his prey. He’s losing his patience, and I’m feeling brave enough to push him until he pounces.

I cover my breasts with my arm, pulling off the bra at the same time, then releasing it so that it falls to thedeck.

“Goddammit, Juliet,” Owen grits.

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