There’s something different about tonight.
Maybe it’s the honesty we’ve given each other, combined with the electricity that pulses through me every time his fingertips brush across my skin. But lying here in Owen’s bed, dressed in only a pair of panties as he pulls me toward him, his mouth hungrily capturing mine, we’re both vulnerable. And nothing has ever felt so right.
Still, there’s a tiny bit of nervous energy fluttering in my chest, and it has everything to do with Owen’s s****l leaning. I’m not completely opposed to experimenting with his wilder s****l side, but tonight, I need things to be gentle. Comfortable. Sweet.
Easing back from our kiss, I push down the nervous feeling and ask the question that needs to be addressed. “Can we not do that kind of thing this time? The s*****
