But she was getting dressed, a clear sign he had to go. He had to go. He knew that. He had to go for his own reasons, too. He didn’t want to.
“Thank you,” he said gruffly.
She came back and touched her fingers to his mouth, tracing the shape of his lips and sending a shiver down his spine. “That was for both of us. I needed it, too.”
Chapter Sixteen
Kerry woke up before dawn,thinking about the night before. She rolled over in her bed and imagined Owen’s big, warm frame there beside her. She thought about the way he’d kissed her goodnight at the door, at least the tenth kiss between him leaving her bed and actually departing.
He had caught her wrist and kissed the palm of her hand. “I want to see you again. Tomorrow.”
“I have indoor soccer practice,” she’d said regretfully. “And then an early morning the next day. But soon. I want to see you again, too.”
She was positively giddy over him. She was right to say no to a repeat tonight. They needed a little bit of space to absorb how good it had been, and then they would hook-up again on the weekend. Or early next week.
Grabbing her phone, she sent him a quick good morning message. He replied almost instantly.
Kerry: I woke up thinking about last night.
Owen: I’m thinking about it right now.
Kerry: Really.
Owen: Yeah.
Kerry: Are you alone and thinking about it?
Owen: All by myself in bed.
Kerry: Me, too.
Owen: Thinking about what I want to do next time, too.
She fanned her face, bit her lip, and dove under the covers.
Kerry: Tell me.
Owen: I want to see you strip for me. I want to come over when you’re already naked, too. A hundred different variations of you undressed are racing through my mind.
Kerry: Wow.
Owen: It’s a nice way to get the day going, that’s for sure.
Kerry: I might stay in bed a little longer. Do some thinking of my own.
Owen: That’s so hot. I want you to show me what that’s like when I see you next.
What had she been thinking, they needed a little bit of space? Bonkers talk. And Owen wasfilthy. Did he know how dirty he was being right now?
Kerry: Hard to text and … think at the same time.
Owen: You’re killing me. Go … think. Have a beautiful start to the day.
She did just that, and afterward, as her hand lingered between her legs, she looked up at the ceiling and wondered just what sort of affair she might be getting into with this man. A wonderful one, she knew that already. But what other surprises lay beneath the surface of Owen Kincaid?
That question bounced joyously in her mind all day. By mid-afternoon, she knew she was going to bail on soccer practice. She texted Lore with an excuse, then messaged Owen.
Kerry: I’ve made myself available tonight, if your inquiry as to my company still stands.
