2
Well, this was a tad inconvenient.
He hadn’t planned on showing off his dance moves at the party his sister had insisted he go to. He also hadn’t planned on getting a boner while wearing shorts, in all honesty, a size too small. And he sure as hell hadn’t planned on being kissed by anyone tonight. But here he was, sporting a boner and being kissed by the sexy-as-sin woman whose name he still didn’t actually know.
Being kissed by her and thoroughly kissing her back.
Head swimming with a base male lust he hadn’t experienced for quite a while, he met her tongue with his own as he grabbed fistfuls of the fuzzy costume she wore and pulled her hips closer to his.
Inconvenient boner or not, he wanted her against his body. Now.
She moaned into his mouth and tangled her hands in his hair, her lips moving over his with a hungry intensity as she rolled her hips, grinding the curve of her sex—padded by the voluminous onesie—to his erection.
Fuck. A. Duck.
With every ounce of self-will in his ridiculously horny body, he pulled his mouth from hers.
She whimpered and pouted up at him, sliding her hands down from his hair to fist his shirtfront. “Why’d you stop?”
“I feel like I should actually know your name before we—”
“Bria,” she answered, her voice shaky. “De Luca. My name’s Bria De Luca.”
“Hi, Bria.” He smiled, his body thrumming, impatient to get back to the making out. “I’m Owen.”
She laughed, eyes twinkling with delight. “I know that, doofus. You told me already.”
He winced. “Sorry. I wasn’t planning—”
“On hooking up with anyone tonight?” She bit her bottom lip, and he was almost undone with the urge to replace her teeth with his own on the plump pinkness.
“It’s been a while,” he confessed.
She narrowed her eyes, studying him. Around them, the partygoers continued to thrash to the wild music. Oblivious to them, or just indifferent?
“What’s your backstory, Owen?” she asked suddenly. “Because I really want to fuck you, but I’m not in the market for any kind of drama or baggage.”
Hell, he loved how upfront and direct she was. It was as addictive as the devilish mischief in her eyes.
“No drama. No baggage. Promise. I’m a simple maths teacher. Planning to be head of the maths department next year if things go well. I own a dog, a Great Dane called Reg. He’s being cared for by my younger brother while I’m here. I also have a second-hand Range Rover and a mortgage. Although, to be brutally honest, the mortgage probably owns me.”
He stopped. Wow. Why the hell had he blurted all that out?
Because you really want to fuck her. And getting all the shit out of the road will make that happen quicker.
True. There was something to be said for upfront and direct.
Of course, you didn’t mention…
“And that’s about it,” he said, cutting the unwanted thought short. Hooking up with Bria tonight had no bearing on his impending diagnosis. He either had chondrosarcoma in his brain—a rare place for it to be—or he didn’t. Having incredible sex with a beautiful woman while he was in the US wasn’t going to change that.
“And that’s about it?” she repeated, tilting her head slightly to the side. “Promise?”
“Scout’s honor.”
“Were you a scout?”
“No.”