Once Liv had the opportunity to talk to Owen, she realized she had no idea what to say. She walked further into the kitchen, careful not to come too close to Owen. Standing with arms by his sides and a wary expression on his face, she knew this was going to be an uphill struggle.

“You look good.” Liv wanted to bite her tongue for not getting straight to the point.

Owen didn’t say a word. She almost wished he’d yell at her—at least she’d know what he was thinking. Instead, he stood watching her, not a flicker of emotion on his handsome face.

“What do you want to say, Liv?”

“That I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you it’s only that—”

“What? That maybe you thought you’d get your revenge for me not noticing you when we were kids? Tie me up in knots with that sexy body of yours, simply because you could? What’s your reason?”

Hurt ran through his words and she couldn’t blame him. Was she tying him up in knots? The words excited her, spurring her on. She thought about it for a second or two before responding. “I wanted you.” When she’d played through the whole situation in her head, time and time again it was that simple truth she kept coming back to.

Owen looked down at his feet, his fists coming up to sit on his hips. It accentuated the muscles in his chest and she was momentarily distracted. What she wouldn’t give to feel him press his chest to hers. More. Liv’s mind was still in the gutter, obviously, despite the seriousness of the situation.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you. I didn’t mean this to go as far as it did. It started as a silly thing. And, if I’m honest, it excited me to stay anonymous for that night. I never thought it would be more than that. I thought you’d remember me. I never thought through the consequences. Only that I liked the way you looked at me—like I was everything—and I wanted to feel how that felt.”

He looked up at her then and she noticed a glimmer of heat in his blue eyes. She pressed on, stepping forward a couple of steps. “I want to make this up to you—”

“You don’t owe me anything.”

“Yes I do. I owe you the truth about the way I feel about you.” Liv walked forward again, stopping only a foot away from Owen. She looked up into his face. “I want a chance to someday fall in love with you. I think I could make you happy—I hope I can. I want to get to know you in ways I’ve never wanted to do with anyone before.” She reached out, touching his hand, and making her fingers intertwine with his.

“At the end of the day, I’m just a girl, standing in front of a boy, and asking him to share his pizza with her.”

She could see Owen fighting the smile, but it eventually won over. He squeezed her hand, pulling her forward and into his chest. “I like pizza.”

“You do?” A smile played along Liv’s mouth as she gazed up into Owen’s face.

“And I like you, too. Right or wrong.”

Liv’s lips quivered as she attempted not to make a scene and blubber all over him. “Please say you forgive me.”

Owen bent his head to hers, hovering a fraction above her lips. “What’s done is done. We can move past it. It won’t be easy, but we’ll try.” Their lips gently touched in a kiss.

“Let’s get out of here,” Liv said as the fingers on her left hand fisted into the front of Owen’s t-shirt.

“All your family are here.”

“It’s not my family I need to be around right now. And,” Liv leaned in closer to his ear, so she knew no one would catch her words except him. “I’m not sure if my family would appreciate me throwing you down in front of the barbeque and ravaging you until you begged for mercy.”

“In that case.” Owen looked around to make sure no one was lurking, then walked further into the house, pulling her along behind him. He opened the small door to the downstairs bathroom and pushed her inside, following her in. Closing the door, he locked it, testing the handle to make sure it couldn’t be opened.

When he turned, Liv stepped forward, curling her arms around his neck.

“I can’t get enough of you. You’re my addiction.” Owen bent his head and took Liv’s mouth, hard.

Legs buckling, mind turning to jelly, she held onto him like her life depended on it. He was everything she wanted and so much more. Addiction. Yes, that about summed up what she felt about him, too.

Liv reached in between them and began unfastening Owen’s jeans. Making short work of it, she slipped her hand inside and felt him pulsate in her fist. She began pumping, starting slow and getting faster.

Owen groaned into her mouth as he quickly unfastened the many buttons on the front of her dress until it slipped effortlessly over her hips and onto the floor. She wore white lacy underwear and his calloused, working hands drifted over her curves and up to her breasts. Liv murmured her pleasure as at last his mouth dropped to her neck and nuzzled her heated skin.

“I want you so much.” Would Liv ever have her fill of this man? She prayed she wouldn’t. It was too good, too right, to ever throw away again on a stupid whim.

The rip of a condom wrapper distracted her, and she had to pull away from his cock as he sheathed himself. His hands back on her hips, he lifted her with ease and she automatically wound her legs around his waist and pulled him closer to her. Pushing her panties to the side, she felt his hardness nudging against her pussy and sighed. Owen immediately slid inside her, pushing her against the wall, and plunging in and out.

No words were spoken, but the grunts and moans of pleasure from them both filled the room. It didn’t take long for her orgasm to build. The ripple of Owen’s muscles under his shirt, the feel of his tight arms embracing her, all sent her quicker to paradise. Her body fit with his perfectly, Liv never wanted this to end.

“I’m so sorry,” the words were pulled from her as she fell off the edge into pleasure-ville. Moments later he was tightening and she felt him throb inside her, prolonging her bliss.

Owen was panting next to her ear when she felt him nip her lobe. A small thrill of pain shot through her, making her wriggle on her impromptu seat on his cock. “If you apologize once more, I’ll seriously consider spanking you.”

Smiling, she dropped her head to rest somewhere around his throat. “Is that a promise?” Liv hoped it was. She was very ready to be naughty around him and didn’t expect to stop anytime soon.