Page 54 of All For You
“Tell me what you want to happen tonight. I can keep kissing you, finger-fuck you, eat your pussy, fuck you until you can’t remember your name….”
My entire body heated at his words, though Owen didn’t even bat an eye as he spoke. My body squirmed beneath his gaze. I couldn’t comprehend how or why this gorgeous man wanted to do something so intimate with me.
“Is there something in it for you?” I murmured. That was one of my biggest fears, being used for a game of some sort. But Owen and I were already playing a game to fool everyone else. I worried about fooling myself in the meantime. I knew from town gossip and tabloids that Owen wasn’t a playboy. Not by the common definition. Before they broke up, he planned to settledown with and marry a woman I couldn’t compete against, so I had no idea what he wanted with me.
“Just the pleasure of making you come.”
I gasped. No man had ever spoken so bluntly to me. Of course, I’d never given them the chance to. Immediately, I felt my core tighten and my stomach clench at the thought of Owen touching me, tasting me.
“Tell me what you want, sweet girl.”
Closing my eyes, I thought about my end goal. How I wanted to be intimate with someone and how I didn’t want it to be awkward. With Tryston, I’d have to get to know him first, but with Owen, I’d known him most of my life. It was both awkward and exhilarating.
“Take off my dress,” I mumbled, my sweaty palms fisted.
Owen reached out and pulled my body against his. I didn’t hear or feel the zipper make its way down my back. All I felt and heard were his gentle fingertips sliding down my bare skin and the soft sound of each of his breaths.
The material pooled at my feet, and Owen took a step back, admiring me as I stood before him in my strapless bra, lace panties, and wedges. It took every ounce of self-control to keep from covering myself with my hands and arms. Though still not completely naked, I’d never felt so exposed as I did at that moment. Owen’s eyes traced over every inch of my body as if he was saving it to his memory.
“Take off your clothes,” I requested, my voice trembling as I tapped out a rhythm with my fingertips on my thighs. I had no idea what the song was, but it kept me from completely abandoning ship, grabbing my dress, and running for the bathroom.
The smirk I’d started to grow fond of appeared on Owen’s lips just as he reached behind his head, gathered thematerial of his shirt, and pulled it off effortlessly. If I tried the same thing, I would have ended up in a tangled mess.
“Damn, you’re hot,” I said, not realizing I uttered the words aloud until I heard Owen’s chuckle as he toed off his shoes and socks. He made quick work of his pants, and they landed in a heap atop his ankles.
I counted an eight-pack. Eight mounds on his lower abdomen and a freaking line darting down from each hip. He had the body men desired and women dreamed about.
“You know, I used to think they worked magic with some sort of editing software on the images they put of you in magazines, but no. Ofcourseyou actually look like a freaking Greek statue.”
Owen looked down, his brow furrowed like he was seeing himself for the first time. Following his movement, I did the same. I was toned from years out on the ranch, but Owen’s body was on a whole other level.
His boxer briefs rested low on his hips, and the cotton did nothing to hide his large cock pressing against its confines. Most women probably would’ve quivered with anticipation if the chance of having Owen’s dick was on the night’s dessert menu. Unlike them, my throat dried up, and my core clenched in fear.
Thank goodness I was saving myself for Tryston, or whatever steady boyfriend came along after Owen’s and my fake relationship ended. This man would’ve been too much for me.
“Cricket. Eyes up here,” he said, pulling my thoughts back to him instead of his almost-naked form.
“Sorry,” I mumbled, my eyes focusing on his chiseled face.
“What do you want next?”
My teeth chattered, and I clenched my shaking hands, as I whispered, “Touch me.”
Owen took a step closer, his bare feet almost making contact with the tips of my espadrilles. “Where?”
Our breaths mingled, and my skin grew warm all over as he lifted his hand toward my neck. Even though his fingers didn’t touch my skin, they left a heated path along each centimeter they moved across. The electricity jumped off my skin in waves, leaving prickles in their wake.
“Everywhere,” I moaned in anticipation.
He finally made contact, his fingers drawing around my clavicle, then a line down the middle of my chest between my breasts and to my navel, where he swirled around the soft skin. The sensation nearly made my knees buckle.
“You’re going to have to be more specific.”
My impatience was growing as his fingers glided along my hips, slipping just inside the waistband of my panties. “Take it off, please. The bra and panties.”
“My pleasure,” he responded with a cunning smile.
“I think it’s the other way around,” I said, my voice hitching when he unhooked my strapless bra. It toppled down my body, exposing my breasts I now fought not to hide.
