I’d told Owen to remember it, because he probably wouldn’t see me in another dress for a long time.
He’d listened.
And he’d looked until I thought the heat in his eyes was going to incinerate me, and I’d squirmed in my chair. A lot.
“I think you’d get that gorgeous suit all wet.” I was hoping he’d take the hint and take it off.
He did. Almost immediately.
“You are looking a little lonely,” he observed as he slid the tie off his neck. “It’s a pretty big tub.”
It was gigantic, probably big enough to have a pool party. “I can definitely make room for you, handsome.”
He’d just taken off his suit jacket when his cell phone blasted from his jacket pocket. I watched as he pulled it out to look at the caller ID.
“Fuck!” he cursed loudly. “It’s Seth. I forgot that he wanted to talk to me by the end of day about a couple of things on the clinic remodel. It’s after three in California.”
“Answer it,” I told him, pointing at the bedroom to let him know I was heading that direction.
He nodded and answered Seth’s call on his way back to his computer in the living room.
I sighed as I got out of the tub before I pruned, brushed my hair out, and wandered into the bedroom. I left the bedside lamp on for Owen, and slid between the softest sheets I’d ever slept on.
I was exhausted, but my body and mind were still very much awake.
As I turned my head, I caught a whiff of Owen’s scent, pulled his pillow toward me, and inhaled. I tried not to think about what he and I would be doing right now if Seth hadn’t called.
And I failed.
I’d spent the entire evening squirming under Owen’s lustful gaze, and just when I’d thought I was getting satisfaction, I didn’t.
Not that my endless desire to ravish my boyfriend came before the clinic, but I was hoping Owen would come to bed before I started nodding off.
After a few more minutes of breathing in the scent of Owen’s pillow, I felt so sexually frustrated that I ran my hand softly down my naked body, opened my legs, and touched myself.
I was perfectly capable of getting myself off. Maybe if I did, I could sleep.
It wouldn’t be the same, but Owen was busy, and we’d had a really long day and evening.
I was already wet from that whole bathroom anticipation scene, so I let my eyes drift shut, picturing how Owen’s face had looked earlier that evening.
I released a quiet moan, and then a little whimper as I let my imagination go completely wild.
“I guess you couldn’t wait for me?” I heard Owen’s baritone inquire.
My eyes flew open, and I was mortified when I saw Owen watching me intently, his hip propped against the dresser, only four or five feet from the bed.
I opened my mouth, but couldn’t get a single word out.
“Keep going, Layla. I want to watch you make yourself come,” he demanded, his voice low and commanding.
Every hormone in my body came to life. Owen and I had done a lot of sexual exploring, and he knew bossy-in-bed did it for me.
I might not like it in everyday life, but when he started issuing orders in the bedroom, I was more than okay with that.
“Look at me,” he said huskily. “Are you embarrassed?”
I nodded as I met his hungry gaze.
“Don’t be,” he insisted. “You’re so damn beautiful. I will fuck you, but I’m going to watch you come first when I can see the whole picture.”
Heat infused my entire body, and my fingers went back to work.
Watching him standing there like a sexy god, his eyes all over me, had my body coiled tight.
I sensed that this game had him incredibly turned on, too.
Since I couldn’t stand to see him and not touch him, I closed my eyes.
“Do not close your eyes. Look at me,” he instructed. “Do you want me, Layla?”
“Yes.” I released the one word with a moan, and met his eyes again.
My hand moved faster as he started to undress, his eyes never leaving me.
“Fuck me, Owen. Please,” I entreated.
My body was about primed to implode.
“Not yet,” he said when he was completely nude, his clothes in a heap at his feet.
That gorgeously masculine, hot body of his made me crave his touch so badly I could hardly breathe, and I needed him so much that I couldn’t stand it.
“Imagine me with my head between those gorgeous legs of yours,