When camp was over, Owen and I agreed to meet back up at his house. He needed to run back by the school to drop off the equipment, and I was tasked with grabbing dinner from the local Chinese restaurant.
We arrived at the rental around the same time, and he helped me carry in the bags of food.
“What all did you get?” he joked as I sorted through the five bags on the kitchen counter.
“I wasn’t sure what you wanted. I got beef and vegetables, pork fried rice, General Tso’s chicken, shrimp lo mein, egg rolls, and crab ragoon.”
“We will never eat all of this.”
He underestimated my love of Chinese food.
We sat on the couch, watching a movie that was already playing. It was an action flick I wasn’t overly interested in, but with Owen’s thigh pressed against mine, I don’t think even Hidden in Plain Sight could have kept my attention.
“Everything okay? You seem a bit quiet.”
“Yeah. Just thinking about something Andrew said this morning.” The lie slipped out of my mouth with ease. I’d been thinking about Owen and my pesky virginity.
“Oh. Anything important?”
“No. Just work stuff. Speaking of, how is the therapist?”
“Good. She thinks my shoulder will be good as new before the season. Coach says he’ll need me back before long, so she’s going to transfer all the documentation to the team’s official therapist.”
“Are you…? I mean…,” I stuttered, unsure how to voice what I was feeling. Owen reached over, took my plate from my hands, and set it on the table.
“Hey, I wish I could stay longer. At first, when I came back, I was dreading having to be here for five or six months. Now, the thought of going back after just two kills me. If it wasn’t my job, I’d tell him where he could shove his sponsorships.”
“It’s okay. I understand.”
Owen leaned forward, capturing my lips with his. These were not the soft kisses from earlier in the day. These were demanding, punishing, addictive. Our tongues dueled and danced while our hands explored. Gently, Owen guided me down onto the couch. The soft material felt like heaven against my heated skin.
Within his large hand, Owen gathered my wrists and pinned them above my head and against the arm of the sofa while his mouth assaulted my neck.
“I love your skin, cricket. It’s so soft.”
“Owen,” I whimpered, squirming underneath him. His strong hips nestled between my legs, pinning my hips in place.
“What do you need, sweet girl?”
“I… I need your mouth on my breasts… and your hand between my legs.”
Before I could blink, Owen had ripped down the skin-tight athletic pants, leaving me bare before him and the material ruined.
“Take off the top,” he commanded, while his feral gaze stayed glued to my aching center. He placed his hands on my thighs, holding my legs apart as I sat up to remove my top.
My breasts bounced as they popped free of the sports bra and crop top. I tossed the material carelessly onto the floor.
Owen’s eyes darted up from my pussy to my breasts, triggering a growl from deep in his chest.
“Fuck. Baby, I’m so hungry for you. I… I can’t promise I’ll be gentle with you.”
Lifting my hand, I softly ran my fingers through his brown hair. Like a kingly feline, he purred at the contact.
“I don’t want gentle, Owen.”
With his eyes closed, he mumbled, “Yeah, but you deserve it. Lay back, baby.”
Swiftly, I followed his command and watched as he opened his eyes and ran a steady gaze over my body.
“Shit, I don’t deserve you,” he confessed as he bent forward and latched onto a nipple while one of his hands slipped between my legs.
Quickly, my body went up in flames as he paid special attention to my most sensitive areas. I’d never given much thought to the skin behind my knees, but as he nipped and sucked, the sensation sent a spark right between my legs. I was growing needier with each passing second. His name was an unrecognizable groan from my lips.
His mouth climbed up my thigh toward my sex as I quivered against his lips.
“I’m aching, Owen.”
“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.”
