I pressed my lips onto his, and it only took him a matter of seconds to respond. Soon his soft lips were gliding over mine, and I was wrapping my arms around his neck. My body was flush against his, and I could feel every groove, and muscle beneath his clothing. His hands fell from my face, over my shoulders, and sides, before resting on my waist.
It wasn't long before his erection began to press against me, and I moaned into his mouth as I rubbed against him like a cat in heat. He groaned, and then his hands drifted to my ass letting his fingers skim the hem of my shorts sending goosebumps all over my body. He kneaded my cheeks, as he slowly slid his tongue into my mouth seeking permission.
I let him in without hesitation, using my own tongue to taste him. I tried to nudge him towards the bed then, but he broke our kiss. He rest his forehead on mine as we both tried to regain control of our breathing.
“Damn.” He whispered.
“Why'd you stop?” I breathed out.
“Ronnie-”
“Why don't you want me?” I asked, and the sadness in my question was more than clear.
“I just don't want to be that guy.” He said, taking a step back.
“The guy who gives the girl mixed signals? Or the guy who turns the girl on, and leaves her hanging?” I said with more sass than I intended.
He smiled. “I knew you had a little fire in you, Unicorn.”
I rolled my eyes. “Get out. How's that for fire?”
“Why can't you stand up to Morgan, like you stand up to me?” He asked, as he slowly closed the distance between us.
“I- I don't-”
He lifted my chin with his finger, stopping me mid sentence.
“I've wanted you since the minute you stepped foot in the record store.”
“Then what's stopping you?”
“I don't think we want the same things.”
“And what do you know about what I want?”
“I don't want to settle down.” He said as he turned away from me, and ran his hands through his hair.
“I'm not staying in New York. I'm only going back to say goodbye to my dad, and then I plan on finding someone else to run the business. I'm not someone you can count on, Ronnie.”
He turned around then, and I shook my head.
“You think I want to marry you? You think I want you to move to New York with me so that we can start a family? I'm physically attracted to you Owen, and the first and only man I had sex with was pretty terrible at it. I'm not a fragile flower in need of tenderness, and care. I'm a woman with needs, and right now... I need you to-”
Before I could even finish my sentence, he was lifting me in his arms. I wrapped my legs around his waist, and he kissed me. He kissed me so hard that I could barely breathe, but I didn't mind. He was already growing hard, and the feeling of his length between my legs made me whimper. My light cotton shorts were barely a barrier, and the friction from his jeans was making me wet with anticipation.
He sat me down on the bed then, breaking our kiss so that he could pull my tank top up, and over my head. I reached for the button on his jeans, and pulled the zipper down so that he could shrug out of them before standing to lose my own shorts. He took his shirt off, and my eyes were instantly drawn to his chest. The artwork that adorned it was beautiful, and I found myself reaching out to touch it. He smiled, as I ran my fingers over the ink.
“I told you I had too many to count.”
I bit my bottom lip, and he smirked before reaching behind me to unfasten my bra. I locked my eyes on his, and then I let my bra fall to the floor. We were standing in nothing but our underwear then. Me, in my black cotton panties, and him in a pair of gray boxer briefs. His erection was impressive, and I couldn't help but lick my lips in anticipation.
“You're so beautiful.” He said, brushing his hand over my cheek.
I leaned into his touch, and closed my eyes as he captured my lips in a soft, slow kiss. He let his hands roam my body, and I did the same until I felt his thumbs slip down the sides of my panties. I moaned, and he smiled against my lips as he started to pull them down over my hips.
“Ronnie!” Morgan said, as she came barreling through the door that connected our rooms.
“Why was the door locked, I-”
Owen quickly spun us around so that his back was now facing Morgan's front, and I buried my head in his chest in embarrassment.
“I am so sorry!” Morgan said, as she slowly backed out of my room. “Just pretend that I was never here!” She added, once the door was shut.
We stood there for a second, neither one of us quite sure what to say. I cleared my throat then, and Owen looked down at me.
“I uh- I should probably get going.”
“Oh.” I said with surprise. “Yeah. I mean, if you want to-”
“I think the moment's passed, Unicorn.”
“Right...” I said, taking a step back and crossing my arms over my breasts to cover them.
What the hell just happened? I thought we had an understanding? But here we were putting our clothes back on, instead of taking the rest off. So what if
