“Fuck, yes,” he said in a breathless growl.
Her sentiments exactly. Dear God, the man was amazing.
He collapsed on top of her, his skin hot and moist against hers, his breath hard and heavy in her ear. She released her thighs, but only so she could wrap her arms and legs around him. She wanted to tell him how wonderful he was, but her brain still wasn’t online. So she clung to him and rubbed her mouth against his shoulder, hoping he understood that he’d blown her mind by making her experience things in her body she’d never known existed.
After a long moment, his breathing stilled and he lifted his head to look at her. “Well that was fun,” he said.
She smiled and nodded, though fun was much too small a word for what she’d experienced.
He started to draw away, and she hung onto him feebly, her limbs like gelatin.
He kissed her lips and brushed her hair from her cheeks. “I’ll be right back,” he promised, standing beside the bed.
She realized that she wasn’t in the most comfortable position and squirmed farther up on the mattress. She didn’t take her eyes off of him as he removed the condom and disposed of it. With one eye closed and a curious look on his face, Owen took a moment to clean his backside and then wash his hands. Caitlyn gnawed on her lip, anticipating the disappointment of him putting on his clothes and leaving her lying there alone to sort through her suddenly jumbled emotions. Her heart skipped in delight as he returned to the bed and lay beside her. He really had come back.
Owen rested his head on Caitlyn’s belly, one hand gently stroking the inside of her thigh as he took deep, calming breaths. Caitlyn’s body continued to shudder with aftershocks of pleasure as she slowly reconnected with earth. It was a long way down from nirvana.
“Wow,” she said after a long moment. “Just… wow.”
Owen chuckled softly and turned his head to place a suckling kiss just above Caitlyn’s navel. Her flesh quivered. Goose bumps rose to the surface of her skin. It seemed every inch of her wanted to be physically closer to the man—even her damned hair follicles.
“I’ve never…” she whispered, unable to find the words to express the depths of her pleasure, but feeling the need to try. To let him know he’d been amazing, although amazing just didn’t seem like a strong enough description. Nor did phenomenal, earth-shattering, or fantastic.
“You’ve never what?” The deep timber of his voice made her nipples pebble. He noticed—bless him—and rubbed his lips over the sensitive tip of her breast. She shuddered. Her body wanted more of him.
“I’ve never…”
His tongue flicked out, teasing her into wanting still more. She lifted a weary arm and ran her fingers through his hair, toying with the soft, slightly sweat-damp strands at his nape.
“You’ve never…” he prompted.
She took a deep breath, her body quivering as she exhaled. “Come so hard that I felt it in the soles of my feet. You’re something special, Owen… uh… Owen… Um…” Dear God, she’d just had the most amazing sexual experience of her life, and she didn’t even know his last name.
“Mitchell,” he supplied, as if he were a mind-reader.
“Owen Mitchell,” she said. “I’ve never done anything like this before.”
“You’re supposed to save your regrets for when we’re awkwardly putting our clothes back on and avoiding each other’s eyes.”
“But I don’t regret it,” she said. “Not at all. I only regret that I didn’t find you sooner.” She flushed, realizing too late that it wasn’t the kind of thing you said after having sex with someone you didn’t know.
“Were you looking for me?” he asked, amusement in his tone. She knew he’d be smiling. Wasn’t sure if he’d laugh at her or not, but what the hell? She liked him. And she wanted him to like her too. Would being frank scare him away? Or make her intentions clear? She wasn’t sure. That’s what she got for marrying the first man who ever paid her any attention.
“I must’ve been. If not, I should have been.” She took another deep breath, her heart thudding with nervousness. “I’m sorry if I’m going about this all wrong. You probably do this kind of thing all the time.”
“If I’m lucky.”
She laughed and hugged him with as much strength as she could muster. “So what do we do now? Are we supposed to put our clothes back on and go our separate ways immediately? Or can I stay with you longer?”
“We do whatever we feel like.”
“What do you feel like?” she asked.
He lifted up on his elbows and stared down at her with such intensity, it stole her breath. She hoped their night together wasn’t about to end prematurely because she was such a novice when it came to one-night stands.
“Pastrami on rye,” he said.
Having thought he was going to say something profound, she laughed. “Do they serve sandwiches here?”
“No,” he said, “but I’m sure we can find one somewhere. Are you hungry?”
She wasn’t really, but she did want to spend more time with him. Preferably in a horizontal position. The man had definitely earned himself a sandwich. And despite her best intentions to keep this as impersonal as possible, she wanted to know about him. Know everything about him. Beside the fact that he was a-maz-ing in bed. And might be sexually attracted to his best friend. She couldn’t let herself dwell on that though. Owen obviously knew his way around the female anatomy. It would be a horrible tragedy if he switched teams.
“Yes,” she said. “I could go for a sandwich.”
“I like the bread lightly toasted and double pastrami. And don’t forget the dill pickle spear on the side.”
He wasn’t really expecting her to get up and make him a sandwich was he? She lifted her head and caught the smirk on his lips, right before he kissed a trail along the bottom of her ribcage. The man was a consummate tease, she decided.
“Would you like a cold beer with that?” she asked.
“That sounds heavenly,” he murmured against her skin. “And some waffle fries.”
“With cheese?”
“Ketchup.”
“Anything else with your order, sir?”
“Make yourself something real nice while you’re up,” he whispered, trailing soft kisses down her belly toward parts of her that could still feel the effects of that delightful cock piercing of his.
“No problem. I’ll just make my way to the nearest kitchen. I should probably take off these stockings so I’m barefoot.”
He lifted his head and grinned. His blue eyes twinkled with mischief. “I’d prefer if you wore those and those sexy as sin white high heels while you prepare my meal.”
“And nothing else, I presume.”
“That’s a decent presumption,” he said. His hands skimmed the skin along her sides.
“Glad you approve.”
“You might as well put your clothes on. It will be at least an hour before my sexual appetite matches the hunger in my belly.”
“So why are you still touching me?”
“Because you’re beautiful,” he told her, as if to say duh.
And he was doing a great job at making her feel that way when she had felt anything but beautiful for the past six months. “Thank you,” she said, grateful that her voice didn’t crack from the emotions welling in her throat.
“No, thank you.” He slid up to gaze into her eyes before capturing her lips in a hungry kiss. After several toe-curling moments, he tore his lips from hers and scooted off the edge of the bed. “If I don’t get up now, I’m going to end up getting up again.” He glanced at his glorious cock to let her know which part of him would be up again. “And if that happens, we’ll be at this place all night. I don’t think I can stand to listen to the guy in the next room make those distracting sounds for much longer.”