“Hell yes,” he growled, reaching for the hem of his shirt. I peeled off my skirt and wet panties, stepping out of my shoes as I headed to the bathroom where a deep, stone inlaid shower awaited.
There wasn’t a moment of time wasted in turning on the shower and stepping in. By the time he stepped into the shower next to me, I was already drenched, enjoying the heat of the water pouring over me. I turned to meet his stare, drinking in the sight of him before me once again. Just being close to him would have been enough to get me worked up, but having his wet naked body so close was overwhelmingly arousing.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he said softly, his eyes traveling slowly down the length of my body, his hands gliding up the sides of my hips until they came to rest cradling my face. “I can hardly believe you’re mine.” He closed the gap between us, pressing my body against his, connecting his mouth tenderly with mine.
“I am, Owen. Only yours.”
He groaned, sliding his hands back down to grip my hips, lifting me up as I squealed with laughter. My laughter was replaced with moans of pleasure as he pressed me against the stone shower wall, angling his hips to meet me and drove himself home without hesitation.
“Oh my God,” I gasped, shuddering as he filled me completely, stretching me to accommodate him.
“Hell yes,” he answered, his grip on my hips tight. “You're so fucking wet, Nalia. God, you feel good.”
I moaned and leaned down, biting his shoulder as he pounded into me, all of the time wasted over the last two months melting away in seconds. He started to pump faster and faster, and I screamed his name as an orgasm claimed me. Seconds later, I felt his throbbing cock pulsate violently inside me, the intensity of his orgasm evident on his face.
For a moment, we just stared intently at each other, the sound of the water cascading over our bodies the only sound aside from our harsh breathing. Then he laughed, lowering me to the floor. “Damn, that was quick. Amazing, but quick.”
I laughed, giving him a saucy smile. “I'm sure it'll be longer next time,” I teased as I reached for a washcloth.
“Longer and harder,” he promised, smacking my ass.
We lingered, taking time to help each other with the hard to reach places before rinsing off and shutting off the water.
“Come on,” he said, pulling a towel from the rack and handing it to me before taking one for himself. “I need to do something I’ve been thinking about for over three months.”
I arched an eyebrow. “And what might that be?” I asked.
“You’ll see,” he retorted playfully.
We quickly toweled off and walked to the bedroom together, falling into the bed with a sigh. He gathered me in his arms and pulled me against him, his warmth enveloping me. “I’m beat,” he said, his breath ruffling my wet hair. “Do you think we can stay in bed all day tomorrow?”
“We can do that, but I can’t guarantee that we would sleep,” I said with a laugh, linking our fingers together. “Is that the something you need to do?” I was deliriously happy at the moment, barely believing this was my life, that all of this could be real.
“Actually, it’s part of it.”
“What’s the rest?”
“Falling asleep with you in my arms,” he said with a yawn, placing a soft, warm kiss to my temple. “We have to make up for lost time.”
“We certainly have a lot to make up for,” I replied with a flirtatious smile.
He turned me over and brushed the hair out of my face, his eyes full of tenderness. “You know I'd give the world to keep you happy, Nalia. You're everything to me, absolutely everything.”
I traced a finger gently down the side of his face. “I don’t need the world, Owen. I just need you.”
“I can make that happen.”
“Though, a new piano wouldn't hurt my feelings, either.”
He laughed, leaned in, and pressed his lips against mine, pleasure exploding through me as we began a long, deep, passionate kiss.
Chapter Thirty-Nine
Owen
I sat before the guys who, for the better part of twenty years, had shared my life. Guys who probably knew more about me than I knew about myself most days. It had been a few months since we had wrapped up the tour. A tour that had been the most successful and well-received tour we'd ever done. Social media had been all abuzz with fans talking about how well we'd played, album sales had shot through the roof, and rock magazines were calling it the comeback of the decade. It would be crazy to call it quits now that we were on this high, but the reality was that all good things had to come to an end.
“I appreciate you guys making it over today. I know everyone is busy, so I’ll try to keep it quick. I’ve been giving this a lot of thought, and I know when we first decided to go on tour that it was supposed to be a long-term commitment,” I started, clasping my hands loosely in front of me.