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Granny waved
at us until we were out of sight and it caused my heart to ache a little.  “She
is a special lady,” I said softly, watching the farm fade away.

“She is.  I
think we made her day,” he laughed.

“She made mine
too.”

I caught him
smile at me and as I met his eyes he held my gaze.  It was hard to pinpoint the
emotion that I saw there, but he seemed pleased. 

We were a few
miles down the road before I realized that neither of us was speaking.  Owen
had turned on the radio and an old Jennifer Nettles and Matt Nathanson song
came on.  I began to hum along to it, only realizing later how appropriate the
words were to how I was feeling. Now that I was actually listening to the
lyrics, I began to feel the stirrings of what we’d left back at the barn.  I
could feel the burn starting to build in me and I didn’t even dare to look over
at Owen.  He would see it all over my face.  I let my hair fall over my
shoulder to hide my face.  I could feel the heat in my cheeks. Thank God it was
dark out.

All I could
think about was what had happened in the barn today.  His voice haunted me.
 I
want you. 
I couldn’t deny that I wanted him too.  But maybe cooler heads
had prevailed.  It would be smarter if we just let it go.  But as I shifted in
my seat, I knew I wasn’t feeling exceptionally smart tonight.

“You doing
okay over there?” he asked. I could hear the amusement in his voice. He knew
exactly what he did to me. I hated him a little for that.

“Just fine. 
You?” I finally looked over at him and smiled sweetly.

“There you
are.  You’ve been hiding from me,” he said, daring me to deny it. 

“I’m not
hiding. I’m just watching the scenery,” I said stubbornly.

He raised an
eyebrow at me.  “Really?  In the dark?  See anything interesting?” He gave me
the smirk.

I shrugged. 
“You know, some cows, a moon…” I let my voice drift off and Owen laughed. 

“Was the cow
jumping over said moon?” He continued to laugh and I tried to glare at him.

“Maybe.” I
gave into the laughter.  I had kind of walked into that one.

“Well, I’d
rather you look at me,” he offered, his laughter gone as he threw me one of his
intense stares.  Well, there was the burn again.  It filled up the interior of
the Jeep just like that and I had to swallow hard because the nerves had started
to kick back up. 

“Oh yeah?” I
asked. I had no witty comeback. I had no fun banter to volley back to him.  I
was too caught up in his perfect face and the way his arm rested on the
steering wheel as he drove. He was confidence and calm. I could smell him, the
scent that I’d come to associate with him.  It was like a drug to me.

“Yeah,” he
said simply, yet somehow it sounded as if he was saying so much more.

The tension in
the car was like a fog.  I tried my best to stare straight ahead.  Looking at
him made me fidget in my seat. It made me flash back to what had happened this
afternoon in the barn.  I worked my lip nervously.  I was keyed up, longing to
feel his touch again.  I needed to clear my head and get a grip on my emotions,
but that was impossible to do when he was this close.  It was as if my brain
was stuck on repeat, playing a greatest hits of all things steamy between Ally
and Owen: the club, falling apart beneath him, waking up tangled with him this
morning, and that scorching kiss back at the barn.  Rewind. Repeat.  If I
didn’t get some space soon, I was going to end up in his lap.

I jumped when
I felt his hand on my thigh.  It sent a jolt through me and I snapped my gaze
over to him.  His eyes had taken on that steamy gray look that I was getting to
know better.  Neither of us spoke.  It was almost like we were afraid. There
was a whole conversation sitting there in the air between us.  It was agony.  I
wished that I could slide closer to him and press up against him as he drove. 
Fortunately, the console kept me in my seat as I tried not to focus all of my
attention on the feel of his hand on my leg.  I tried.

When he finally
pulled up to the house we both sat still.  It was dark and I was afraid to open
the door onto this quiet little street, afraid of breaking the moment, but also
knowing that I desperately needed to.  I dared a look over at him and froze. 
Suddenly, I felt like prey.  It made my insides tense in a delicious way. He
held my gaze and I felt a warm rush of desire run through me as his tongue ran
over his bottom lip. 

I felt myself
moving.  I don’t even remember making the decision to do it, but suddenly, I found
myself moving towards him, I lifted my leg and straddled his lap, pressing
against the steering wheel and running my fingers along the lines of his chest.
His hands rested on my hips as he studied me.

“Hi.” His
voice was low and husky.

“Hi,” I returned,
leaning a touch closer. I could feel his breath on my lips I was so close.  I
wanted them on me.  I needed to kiss him.  I could feel him growing harder
beneath me, a fact that pushed me forward and then we were kissing, mouths and
hands in a decadent dance of exploration.  The tight quarters of the jeep made
it tricky, but ramped up the appeal.

I heard him
moan as I ground my hips against him, seeking out the friction of him against
me. “Ally,” his mouth moved down my throat as I leaned my head back to grant
him full access.  My hands pulled at his hair. All shyness that I had
evaporated as the need to be closer to him steadily built.  I needed more of
him.  I needed to feel him.  There was an ache that only he could fix and I was
anxious to get us there.  Who was this girl I had become? 

Owen’s hands
moved along my body, as much as the confines of our tight space would allow. 
His fingers rubbed against my nipples, making them harden even through the
material of my dress.  It left goosebumps along my flesh. 

My mouth found
his again and his hands moved back to my thighs, gliding beneath my skirt and
close to my aching core.  I wanted to feel his hands on me. He rubbed his
finger across the lace that covered me, teasing me tortuously. I heard the whimper
escape me and Owen’s free hand on my hip tightened, his fingers pressing into
my flesh as his own need echoed my own.

“Baby, I’m not
going to fuck you in this car…at least not this time,” His voice was husky and
thick and it alone turned me on even more.

I took his
face in my hands and stared deep into his eyes, letting him know my next words
were said without question.  “Then take me inside.”

Chapter Eighteen

I saw the sexy
smirk begin, and this time I didn’t mind it so much.  He opened the door and I
managed to climb off him and to the ground.  My legs were weak though, so I was
glad when he was beside me giving me support.  He leaned down and kissed me
once, then grabbed my hand and led me towards the front door. 

I couldn’t
follow him fast enough.  My insides felt like they were full of electricity. 
It was an intense need for him that I hadn’t experienced with anyone else ever
before.  It was more than intoxicating.  Somewhere in the back of my mind, I knew
that this was a point of no return.  I knew that after tonight I wasn’t going
to be able to fool myself into thinking we could be just friends. 

I heard Owen
chuckle as he fumbled with the lock.  “I can’t get the damn door opened,” he
muttered through frustrated teeth.  I could have helped him, but I was busy
running my hands across his broad shoulders and back.  I pressed myself against
him, impatient.

“There.” I
felt us move forward as the door opened and he led us inside. He tossed the
keys onto the table near the door as I shut it behind us.  I leaned back
against it and watched him.  The heady fog that surrounded me was no less
dizzying than the one I’d had the previous night filled with tequila.  My teeth
sunk into my bottom lip as I watched him stalk back towards me.  He took my
face into his hands, running his thumb across my lip to release it from the
hold.  “God, you are so beautiful,” he said softly as he moved in to kiss me. 
It was soft and lacking the urgency that we’d had in the car.  I let him take
the moment as he explored my mouth with his tongue, tasting me.  I relished in
the feel of his lips as they moved down my throat to the cleavage below.  I let
my hands run along the hard lines of his body. As sweet as he was, I still had
the need to feel his skin.  I moved to lift his shirt and caught his eyes. 

“I need this
off,” I said.  He obliged, lifting his arms so I could remove the soft cotton t
shirt. I returned my hands to feel him, letting my lips move across him.  I
wanted to lick and kiss him all over.  He groaned loudly and I could feel his
sweetness beginning to fall away as the animalistic need began to take over
again.  His eyes found mine, they were dark and hooded.

“My turn,” he
commanded me as he spun me so that my back was pressed against him.  I felt his
lips on my neck and his hands at my zipper.  He unzipped it slowly, the sound
of it sending a shiver across my skin.  He let the dress fall to my feet and I
stepped out of it, turning to face him again.  He took a moment to take me in
and it made me heat. His fingers brushed across my shoulder hooking the strap
of my pink lace bra and moving it down my shoulder.  He leaned forward and left
a soft kiss there.  “Silk,” he murmured as he ran his tongue across my skin,
leaving goosebumps behind on my overly heated skin.  “Have I mentioned how sexy
you are in those damn boots? Do you know how long this image has been haunting
my mind?” His mouth moved across my collar bone to the other shoulder where he
licked and kissed some more. My body was a constant hum, and I wasn’t sure how
much longer I could take his teasing.

“Owen.” I
breathed out his name and it came out sounding as if I was begging him. And
let’s face it, I pretty much was. 

He took my cue
and kissed me hungrily.  I clung to him, my fingertips digging into his
shoulders.  The need I had for him was growing to the point where I thought I
might explode.  “Owen.  I need you.” The words came out desperate.  He picked
me up, his hands grabbing my ass and squeezing.  I felt him moving us, but I
wasn’t sure where we were going.  I didn’t care. I moved against him, desperate
to feel him against me.  My back hit the wall and he pressed against me kissing
me deeply, his hands all over me.  It was hungry and needy and it made me feel
mad with desire. I had never been this turned on before.

I reached for
his waist, working at his belt buckle, needing this barrier to be gone between
us. I needed to feel him, all of him, inside me. I didn’t want to wait any
longer.  I managed to get his belt and buttons free, but since my legs were
wrapped around him I couldn’t gain access to what I wanted. I unhooked my feet
and went down to the ground, He still had me caged in with his arms and he
watched me as I pushed the denim down over his hips.  I stroked him through his
boxer briefs and felt him jerk against my hand.  He was so hard.  I moved them
down as well, finally freeing him.  My hand moved to him, stroking him.  I saw
his eyes light and then he was lifting me up again.  I wrapped my legs around
him as he began his assault. His hand moved to my panties and as he moved them
aside and teased me I did my best to move closer. 

“You are so
wet.  Fuck, Ally,” he growled. 

“Owen,
please.  I want you.”  I had turned into a brazen harlot and I didn’t care one
bit.

“Let me take
you to the bedroom. I don’t have anything on me.”

I knew he was
right.  I knew we should be extra careful.  But I knew I was clean and I had
been on the pill for years, and honestly, I didn’t want to wait. I wanted him
here. Now. Against this wall.  Who was I?

I grabbed his
face and focused my eyes on his.  “You’re clean. You test, right?” His eyes
widened and he nodded slowly. I think I had just shocked him.  “Me too. Safe.” 
I let the words hang between us for a moment as he registered what I was
saying. His stare was intense and I saw the fire burn brighter in his eyes.

“You’re sure?”
he asked, voice low and sultry. “What about - ?” His voice caught on the words. 
I nodded my approval and saw the devilish smirk appear.

He gripped my
panties and pulled.  I heard the shredding of fabric and about came unglued
right then. 

“I hope you
weren’t attached to those,” he growled and then he was pushing into me and my
body bucked as he filled me.  I felt my body tremble as he began to move. 

I cried out,
clinging to him and kissing him desperately as he pressed me hard into the wall
with each powerful thrust. I had never behaved this way, but it was thrilling
and amazing. 

“You feel so
damn good, Ally.” He nipped my ear as his hand tangled in my hair. It was all
so erotic, the cold wall behind me, his hot slick skin against my body.  He was
so deep inside, dancing along that line of pleasure and pain and it pushed me
higher and higher as my body searched for its release.

I could feel
my legs begin to tremble and I knew I was nearing a point of no return. “I feel
you, you’re already so close, aren’t you, baby?  Oh, God, I love to watch you
come for me.” He continued to slam into me, each stroke giving more pleasure
than the last. This day had been all foreplay, and had left me on the brink.  I
felt myself hit the edge of the cliff and then I was falling, calling out his
name as my insides throbbed around him.  He slowed, but continued to pump into
me, letting me ride my orgasm until I was putty in his arms.

He kissed my
cheeks, my lips with soft nips.  I whimpered as my body continued to hum as he
moved inside me in a deliciously slow way. “I’m nowhere near done with you yet.
Hold on.” He spoke into my ear and I wrapped my arms around his neck a little
tighter.  He began to walk with me, our bodies still connected. 

He carried me
to my bedroom and slowly laid me down on the bed.  He stood in front of me,
grabbing one foot and sliding off the boots that I’d been wearing.  “I think
we’re done with these,” He smiled.  He took off the other one as I gazed up at
him.  Even after the intense orgasm he’d just given me, the look in his eyes
promised me that there was more to come.  I could feel the familiar ache begin
to build in me again.

His knees hit
the bed and he followed me as I moved up the bed.  His knee parted my legs as
he settled between them, teasing me.  I could feel his hardness and I moved my
hips, wanting him inside again.  But he didn’t let me have my way. Instead, his
mouth moved up my body, to my breasts and he tugged on my nipple with his
teeth. It sent a jolt of electricity straight to my core. 

“You had your
way.  Now I get to have mine.” His breath against my skin was hot.  He moved
his attention to my other breast and I sighed with the intense pleasure. He
kissed his way back up to my mouth.  There was something to be said for
kissing.  Kissing Owen did amazing things to my body.

“Look at me,”
he commanded and I opened my eyes to look into his as he entered me. Our moans
joined as our bodies did and I lost myself in him.  He moved my arms above me,
pinning them above my head, taking control of me and the moment. He moved with
slow, deep and deliberate thrusts, allowing me to feel every bit of him. It
pushed me steadily higher, the pleasure was intense and the fact that I
couldn’t touch him ramped up the experience even more.  The build was intense
and I needed more. 

“Owen,
please,” I wasn’t sure what I was begging for.  I was so enveloped in pure
pleasure, but it was almost too much.  I was beginning to fear the intensity of
the explosion that was building inside me. “Owen,” I moaned again.

“Tell me,
baby, tell me what you want?” He kissed my throat, my mouth, as he swallowed my
moans as he continued his torturous pace.

“Oh, God,
Owen!” My pleas finally cracked his resolve and he began to pump into me faster
and as he did I felt myself begin to tremble with my impending orgasm. 

“Fuck, Ally-”
I felt him shake as he lost control and it did me in and I, too, was falling
apart with him.  He collapsed against me and we both fought to get our
breathing under control. I loved the heaviness of him against me, the feel of
his chest against me, heaving from exertion.

After a long
moment, he moved off of me and pulled me to him.  I couldn’t speak. My body
felt like jelly and I was warm and sated. Owen ran his fingers against my damp
hair.  “Ally?” he asked finally filling the silence. 

“Hmmm?” I
still wasn’t up for full speech. I felt him laugh against me.

“Do you have
any idea just how amazing you are?” he asked softly.  I smiled against him,
feeling a bit shy as I looked up at him.

“That’s some
pretty sweet pillow talk, Mr. Brooks,” I smiled.  He kissed my forehead and
settled back into the pillows, and I rested my head against his chest again.

“It just
needed to be said,” he said simply. 

I knew that
whatever tomorrow was going to bring, this memory was one that I would keep
close for always.