"I know, but you bought dinner. Let me get the hotdogs."
"Like I can say no to you anyway," he said, shaking his head with a good-natured laugh.
I paid the man for two hotdogs, and together we ate them as we walked through the park. Owen pretended to bump into me as we walked, and I bumped back into him, both of us laughing under our breath as we tried to maintain the illusion that it was always an accident.
Thunder rumbled, and Owen turned us back toward the hotel. The clouds overhead were starting to get darker and more angry looking by the minute. I wasn't sure just how much longer they were going to hold back before letting loose.
We had just passed by the hotdog stand again when a crack of thunder made me jump. Owen laughed and pulled me close to him, draping his arm around my shoulder. I smiled up at him and felt something wet land on my cheek. I touched it with my fingertips, confused for a moment until a second heavy drop landed square on my nose. Owen and I looked right at one another with realization that it was raining just as the down pour started.
It was as if someone had turned on the shower faucet, the rain starting quicker than either of us could have expected. We ran for the nearest trees, but their bare branches offered no protection from the sudden deluge. I shivered, the two of us already completely soaked by the sudden microburst. Owen quickly shrugged out of his jacket and wrapped it around my shoulders, the satin inside still warm from his body.
I reached up, wrapping my hand around the back of his neck and pulling him down for a kiss. Our lips met, the taste of the rain on his lips. I parted my lips and slipped my tongue inside of his mouth, which was so warm and inviting. His hand tangled itself in my wet hair and pulling me closer to him. Our bodies pressed together, the heat of his chest defying the cold of the rain.
We stood there, kissing in the rain as if it was the most natural thing in the world. Raindrops pounded against the pavement, splattering against windows and shaking the baby leaves on the trees. I was enjoying the taste of rainwater kisses too much to stop.
"We need to get you inside," Owen whispered, pulling himself away. I realized I was shaking like a leaf, my teeth chattering with the cold. He rubbed his hands up and down on my arms, trying to get some warmth back into them before grabbing my hand and pulling me toward the hotel.
It was only a short walk, and we reached the lobby right as another boom of thunder shook the city. I caught my reflection in the elevator door as Owen whisked me up to our room. My lips were blue and my hair was wet, but thankfully my waterproof mascara was holding. My dress was quickly becoming transparent, the water soaking through the white fabric and making it stick to my legs. Luckily, Owen's jacket kept most of me covered, but the dress made me look like I was turning into something that belonged in the water. I gave my reflection a smile, pleased to find I looked more like a sea-soaked mermaid than a drowned rat.
Owen opened the door, and we stepped inside. The balcony doors had been thrown open by the wind, the curtains billowing in gusts. Owen went to close them, but I caught his arm. I didn't want to wait a second longer to have him. His white dress shirt was plastered against his skin, the water making it almost translucent. I could see the gentle slopes and lines of his muscles highlighted by the wet cloth, everything in perfect proportion.
"Leave it open," I whispered, dropping the jacket off my shoulders and reaching to him for a kiss. He wrapped his arms around me, the wet fabric of his shirt cold at first, but heating quickly as his body flared with desire.
I fumbled with the buttons on his shirt, the cold making my fingers clumsy. He growled and ripped it apart, sending buttons flying through the air. Owen stripped the wet dress shirt from his skin, every inch of his toned chest and arms glistening with the dampness. I licked my lip, biting the bottom one and reaching for him again. His skin was cold, in perfect contrast with the fire that burned inside of me.
The doors banged against their hinges as a cold spray from the storm blew in, but I didn't care. How could I care with a man as attractive as Owen standing half-naked in front of me. His eyes met mine, dark and hungry, a need filling them to the point of pain. He pressed his mouth against mine, his lips cool but his tongue hot. The contrast was startling and wonderful, making me ache to take him completely inside me.
I nibbled my way along his jawline, feeling his shoulders flex beneath my fingers, a small moan of want escaping his perfect lips. I kissed his Adam's apple, down the the strong curve of his collarbone, down to one hard, erect nipple. He groaned slightly, tangling his fingers in my hair as I took it in my mouth. It was rock solid from the cold, and I could only imagine the pleasure my hot mouth was sending through him as I flicked it with my tongue.
Slowly, I worked my way lower, kneeling in front of the bulge growing in his pants. With a wicked grin, I looked up and worked the zipper down on his dress pants. As the button came loose in my hands, his manhood stood ready for me. Inching the wet pants off his sculpted ass, followed quickly by his boxers and socks, I soon had him completely naked in front of me.
I stared at his perfection. The rain gleamed on his muscles, tiny drops of water that I envied for being able to touch him so closely.
"Kaylee..." I loved the way my name sounded on his lips, his voice thrillingly gruff. I looked up at him through my eyelashes, watching his face react to sheer pleasure as I took him into my mouth. He groaned with satisfaction, his eyes closing and his fingers grabbing at my hair. I rocked gently back and forth, sucking and licking, enjoying the taste of his skin. He seemed to grow in my mouth, swelling with a need only I could meet.
He pulled up gently on my hair as I stopped to take a breath, coaxing me to my feet. He gave me an appreciative smile before a concerned look took over his face.
"Kaylee, you're shivering." He ran his hands up and down along my bare skin, goosebumps covering every inch. I wasn't sure if I was shivering from the cold, or from pure desire making me vibrate with need.
"We need to warm you up," he said softly, an eager grin spreading across his face. "Let's get you out of those wet clothes."
Strong fingers slid the straps of my soaked dress from my shoulders, a sheen of wetness coating my entire body. Slowly, so slowly I almost begged him to go quicker so I could touch him again, he peeled my dress from my body, followed by the sheer panties. Inch by inch he worked the wet fabric down, caressing every part of my skin until I was bare and trembling before him. With every stroke, warm tendrils of sensation swirled across my chilled skin.
My teeth started chattering, despite my best efforts to stop them. My desire was red hot, but my body was chilled to the bone. Owen effortlessly
swept me into his arms, and in three steps we were in the marble bathroom, the usually cold tile feeling warm against my frozen feet as Owen gently set me down.
He stepped into the giant glass shower, his ass just begging to be spanked. I reached out to touch it, giving the firm muscle a good squeeze. He tightened, showing off the full strength of his ass. A thrill of anticipation surged through me. The water hissed as Owen stepped back out, letting the shower get to full heat. In one smooth motion, he closed the bathroom door and pulled me close to him. Steam was already beginning to condense on the mirror, the room growing warm.
"Now, where were we?" he whispered into my ear, his hand tracing the line of my shoulder. I kissed him, showing him exactly where we had left off. He kissed me again, a no-holds-barred kiss that rocked my world. My body shifted from rainwater ice to shower steam hot, the fire within me begging to be quenched by him.
He continued trailing down my arm, his fingers tracing the hollow of my elbow before making the leap to my ribs. With eyes intent on mine, he cupped my breast in his hand, strumming the erect nipple with his thumb. Desire thrummed through me, vibrating my body as though I were a guitar string. He kissed me again, sending me straight to heaven as he played my body like a musical instrument.
"Owen...please, I need you," I gasped. I ached in only a way he could soothe.
With a low animal growl he picked me up and placed me on the edge of the sink. The room was thick with steam, the white mist swirling around the room and fogging the mirror. Owen stood before me, his manhood ready to take me. I guided him in, gasping at the wonderful sensation as he filled me to breaking. My legs wrapped around him, pulling him deeper and deeper into me.
I dug my nails into his back as he thrust, his ass flexing and releasing against my calf muscles. My moans echoed through the marble bathroom, begging him for more. A sheen of sweat broke out across his brow as his muscles worked.