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was clawing to get several states away from Manhattan, from the gritty city air that
leaves a film over your tongue, from the lies that still swirl in my head each time I think
about what happened last year. A mean shudder rides through me.
Are you cold? Owen takes off his shirt without explanation.
Yes, but I can see that you re not.
I m going in. He nods to a bubbling pot of water buried in between the boulders, the
words hot springs tacked onto a tiny sign right next to it. Steam rises from the inky water,
and I watch as Owen drops his jeans to his ankles his eyes still pinned on mine. He kicks
off his shoes and steps out of his Levi s. But my eyes snag on his skintight skivvies, the
way they hug that ridiculously exaggerated bulge in the front.
How many socks do you have in your boxers, Vincent? I laugh because I can t
believe the words as they sail from my lips.
You wish. He lowers himself in gingerly, sucking a breath between his teeth.
Honey, what I have in my boxers is more reptilian in nature than it ever is cotton.
Anytime you want a piece of this, you just say the word. I m open to a friendly gesture
now and again. He leans his head back and closes his eyes so casually it breaks my
heart. He spewed the words as if they meant nothing, just sound and air floating from his
mouth to my ears. I guess love is a ridiculous notion that simply doesn t exist in the
world. Too bad. It was the life goal I was looking forward to most.
Owen sinks all the way into the heated water until just his shoulders are exposed. A
roar emanates from him, but I m still stuck on the reptilian nature of his genitalia.
You coming in, princess? He doesn t bother opening his eyes. It s clear he s good
with it either way.
I whip off my sweater and peel off my jeans, letting the icy fall air baptize me with its
splendor. I traipse over and lower myself into the water, and Owen gives a few quick
blinks in my direction.
A dull aching moan escapes me as the scalding water seals over my skin like a heated
glove.
Down, boy. I m not looking for any friendly favors. I glance at my bra, and without
thinking I work it off and toss it to the side.
Owen straightens, stiff as a board. His eyes zero in on the girls, more slap-shocked
than excited.
We re just friends, right? Friends don t let friends ruin their best bra. I bob up and
down as my feet skim the bottom, and my body ignites in a blanket of incredible warmth.
This feeling, right here is the same feeling Owen ignites in me whenever we re together. I
wade over to him on my tiptoes. I m thankful I don t have to tread water to enjoy this. I
let out another series of desperately aching groans. This is the best damn feeling in the
world.
Come here. That lewd smile twitches on his lips. He locks eyes with mine, and it
feels magical, otherworldly.
Owen finds my fingers and pulls me in close until that bulge of his accidently brushes
against my hip. I back away, but he reels me in, his eyes growing heavy as he spears into
me with his gaze.
My stomach sizzles with a heat of its own. My body inches toward him, begging to feel
his flesh pressed against mine.
You re beautiful. He winces as if it hurt to say it. He shakes his head as if instantly
denying it. I don t want that to be the best damn feeling you ve ever had.
Oh? I try to think of a million smart-aleck remarks that are strictly tied to his lap
rocket, but every one of them escapes me.
He pulls me in closer, closer still until our lips are less than an inch apart. My chest
heaves as I struggle to catch my breath.
I want this to be. Owen brushes his mouth to mine, soft and lingering before
hardening over me, and demanding entry. An aching sigh gets lost in my throat, and I
hate how quickly he s reduced me to a puddle. He s kissing me. It s happening, and I
want this. I want him. Owen falls into my mouth with vigor, passion with a hearty groan
as if he means it, as if he s wanted it all along dreamed about it. His tongue mingles
with mine before devouring me, leaving no stone unturned in its outright assault to have
me. Owen pulls my body in until my chest adheres to his. A dull moan rides up my throat
again and lands right into his mouth the way it should be. Owen should know how damn
good this feels, how it s the best feeling I ve ever felt before.
And it is.
O W E N
here are very few moments in my life that I ve bothered to commit to memory, but
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this moment right here with Piper James mouth fused to mine and her soft tits
pressed against me is one of them.
A moan vibrates from her mouth to mine, and I swallow it down. My chest rumbles
with a dull laugh. And here I thought she was untouchable, a girl that no man should dare
go near because his balls might be in peril. But I d be lying if I didn t say I wanted this.
That I didn t want this from the moment I saw her that first day. I may have shown up to
watch Rex do his thing at the pep rally that afternoon, but as soon as my eyes snagged
on Miss James, there was no one else to see. When that ball flew in her direction, I saw
the opportunity and seized it. Most girls would have been grateful to a fault, but when
Piper put me in my place, she piqued my interest in a whole new way.
She leans back, nibbling on my lip before looking up at me with those pale doe eyes.
Perfect. I moan.
The kiss? She tilts her head, looking ever so innocent. The steam rising around us
leaves a dewy impression on her skin.
No, you. I lean in and steal another kiss off her pillow-soft lips. The kiss was
smoking hot. You do that often, or are you just glad to see me?
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