Page 70 of All For You
“What do you need?”
“I… I….” It was a struggle to get the words out.
Owen sat up and rested back on his heels. Those strong hands that wrapped around my legs now held my ankles, and his thumbs brushed small circles along my ankles. The motion was soothing. Immediately, my thumping heart slowed to a steady beat.
“Tell me what you’re thinking.”
“I’ve been thinking… I mean, I know what I want. I just….”
“Come on, cricket. You can tell me.”
“I want to have sex.”
Owen’s eyes darkened as his hands tightened around my feet.
“I know you probably have more experience and know what you’re doing, but I—”
“It’s okay, baby,” he inserted softly, and I had to remind myself this couldn’t be anything more than it was. Owen wasn’t ever going to stay here, and I was going to have to move on eventually.
“This is just sex, Owen. No feelings.”
The corners of his eyes creased, and his lips pursed.
“No promises, cricket. You’ve already branded me.”
“What does that even mean?”
“I’ll tell you later. Now, be a good girl and let me make you come.”
Worried he took my claims of inexperience as nothing more than having one or two partners, I reached for his wrist.
“I’m a virgin, Owen. I don’t know how to do any of th—”
Before I could finish speaking, Owen crawled over my body, reached a hand under my neck, and sealed my mouth with a kiss. My body craved more when he pulled back.
“You’re perfect, Aspen. You’ll be perfect.” He lingered over me, and we locked eyes. A softness replaced the lustful gaze from earlier, one a man would have toward someone he loved.
My stomach clenched at the thought.
“Are you sure you want to do this?”
Without hesitation, I nodded, because I knew without a doubt that I wanted Owen to be my first. I wondered what sixteen-year-old me would think of this revelation.
Owen slipped off the couch and hoisted me into his arms, carrying me to the bedroom. With an unfamiliar gentleness, he laid me on the bed. His clothes fell in a heap on the floor while I laid in my birthday suit, watching in awe. I didn’t think I’d ever grow tired of looking at his body. It was a work of art.
“You keep looking at me like that and this will be over too fast.”
I chuckled as I leaned up on my elbows while he moved around the bed. The frame creaked as he climbed in beside me. Reaching over, Owen slid his hand through my long hair, resting his palm on the back of my head and lightly pulling my face toward his.
Our kisses grew frenzied and hands wildly stroked bare skin. It was both too much and not enough at the same time.
Owen rested on his back, tugging me on top of him. Something about the position made what I was about to do all too real, and my body began to shake.
Immediately, he sensed that something shifted. “Nervous?”
“A little.”
“You’ll be okay, cricket. I’ll take care of you. But you know we don’t have to do anything, right? I’m happy just being here with you.”
