Sienna

“To think, I thought you were exaggerating when you told me how bad you were in the kitchen,” Owen chuckled as we scraped our plates into the garbage can in the kitchen. I cringed as I glanced into the can and the burned dish towel at the top of the pile reminded me how my half-joke about insurance and burning his house down had almost become a reality.

“I did warn you,” I pointed out grumpily. I wasn’t a big fan of how I’d embarrassed myself in front of him earlier. When he’d asked me to check the pot of water to see if it was boiling, I’d been holding one of the kitchen towels. I’d turned too quickly and somehow the edge slipped under the pot, too close to the flame, and caught on fire. Instead of being my usual quick-thinking self, I’d frozen in shock and horror. If Owen hadn’t yanked the towel from my hand and shoved it under the faucet in the sink, I really might have burned his house down while boiling water.

“That you did.”

Seeing the laughter in those green eyes of his had me narrowing my own at him before I stomped over to the sink and rinsed my plate off, then shoved it into the dishwasher.

“Hey, now,” he murmured, wrapping his arms around me. “It’s nothing to be upset about.”

Being cradled against his chest took some of the sting out of my embarrassment since it didn’t seem to matter to him that I’d nearly set fire to his house.

“Give me a Bunsen burner in the lab, and I can do miraculous things with it. But a kitchen stove? Not so much.”

“We’ve got all the time in the world for me to teach you how to cook now that I’ve got you moved in.”

“About that.” I swiveled in his arms to look up into his gorgeous face. “You still haven’t explained what prompted you to box up all my things while I was in class. That was a little presumptive of you, don’t you think?”

His whole body stilled. “Maybe I just wanted to save you the hassle.”

I felt like there was some secret I wasn’t being let in on, and I didn’t like it. Not even a little bit. “You don’t think I’m really going to buy that excuse, do you?”

“Apparently not,” he sighed. “I guess that’s the downside to you being so damn smart. I’m not going to be able to keep anything from you, not even when it’s for your own good.”

“Damn straight you’re not going to be able to keep stuff from me,” I snapped. “I refuse to be left in the dark about anything important.” His lips parted, and I hurried to add, “Or anything. Period. If I’m going to work by your side, live in your house, then you’re going to be stuck sharing everything with me. Got it?”

“You drive a hard bargain, but I’ll take it.” He grinned widely as he lifted me off my feet and set me on the island countertop. “But since you insisted, I’ll share every last thing with you, including my bed.” His head dipped and he claimed my lips in a passionate kiss that almost had me forgetting what we were talking about. “My body.” Another drugging kiss followed.

“I’m screwed,” I groaned when he lifted his head.

“Not yet, but you will be.” His green eyes gleamed with sensual promise, and I shivered. “But first, I owe you an explanation. And some dessert.”

“Explanation first. Dessert second,” I insisted.

“Your landlord’s son,” he started, his fist clenching tightly at his sides. My stomach fell, and I was suddenly glad that we’d had a light dinner since we’d enjoyed a late lunch at the restaurant. “He’s not a good guy.”

“Okay,” I whispered, trembling slightly.

“That good enough? It’d kill me to do it, but I’ll give you more if you need it.”

I didn’t need him to tell me the rest, not with the way my instincts had warned me to stay away from the guy the minute I’d met him. “It’s enough.”

This time, it was my lips claiming his. Softly at first, since I didn’t have a whole lot of experience at being the initiator when it came to stuff like this. Or really any experience when it came to accepting kisses like the ones Owen had given me. But when he groaned, my tongue swept inside his mouth and tangled with his until we were both panting.

“You’re so damn sweet,” he murmured against my lips. “I could eat you up for dessert.”

My thighs clenched together as my panties grew damp. “But then what would I have for my dessert?”

“I have a couple of ideas.” He yanked me to the edge of the counter and his hips surged forward, leaving me no doubt about what he had in mind. I felt my cheeks fill with heat, and he stroked them lightly with his thumbs before stepping away from me. He flung open the refrigerator door and pulled out a bowl of strawberries and a carton of heavy whipping cream. Then he set them on the counter next to me, along with sugar and an uber-expensive looking standing mixer. “But we’ll save them for a little later since you’ve had a long day and this is something you can help me with.”

“Help?” I repeated dazedly.

“Yeah, there’s no risk of fire for this dish.”

“Ha ha, very funny.”

He winked at me as he handed me the carton of cream and instructed me to pour it into the metal bowl of the mixer. Then he sprinkled sugar over the cream and flipped a switch so the whisk started whirring. I peered in the bowl, mesmerized by how the cream formed into medium-stiff peaks. “Cooking really is science. I should be good at it, damn it.”

“We’ll get you there, baby,” he promised. “For now, you can be my taste tester.”

He swiped a finger into the whipped cream and held it out to me. Staring at it, I couldn’t help but think about something else he’d done with his fingers today. Licking the sweet concoction from his skin, I moaned.

“Fuck, baby. Your mouth feels almost as good wrapped around my finger as your pussy did.”

I nipped at his finger as he slid it out of my mouth. “How did you know I was just thinking about how amazing you made me feel earlier?”

“I didn’t, but I haven’t been able to get how tight you felt around my fingers out of my head. So fucking tight that I know it’s going to take all my self-control to slowly work my cock into your sweet pussy.”

“Yeah,” I sighed. “About that.”

“It’s going to happen, Sienna,” he stated. “Sooner rather than later, too.”

“Yes, it is,” I admitted softly. “But there’s something you need to know first.” I gulped, feeling incredibly nervous. “I’ve never done this before.”

He cocked his head to the side. “This?”

“Yeah.” I waved between us. “Any of this.”

His body went still again, and I braced myself for his reaction. “Are you trying to tell me you’re a virgin, Sienna?”

“Yes.”

Those green eyes flared with heat.

“Was I the first to touch your pussy the way I did today, too?”

“Yes.”

His cheekbones filled with color.

“The first to taste it, when I sucked my finders clean?”

I nodded, words failing me.

“Fuck dessert, and fuck waiting.” He lifted me off the counter and tossed me over his shoulder. “I had plans for that whipped cream, but the first time I get my mouth on your virgin pussy, I want to taste you and only you.”

“Holy shit,” I breathed out.

He dumped me on his mattress, quickly following me down and settling between my thighs. His lips crashed against mine, even as his hands made quick work of my clothing. When I was down to just my lacy white bra and panties set, he lifted up a little and groaned.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous, baby.”

My core convulsed at his compliment. I’d never felt more beautiful than I did in that moment with him staring down at me.

“And so fucking mine.”

With deft fingers, he popped the clasp of my bra and slid the straps down my shoulders. With my breasts free, he didn’t waste any time in taking one of my nipples into his mouth. My back arched off the mattress as he swirled his tongue around the stiffened peak and sucked. He paid the same attention to the other side before moving lower, kissing and licking his way down my body until his mouth was hovering over my pussy, clad only in a scrap of white lace.

His nose flared as he breathed deeply. “Fuck, you smell good. I can’t wait any longer to get my mouth on your pretty pussy.”

He ripped my panties from my body, spread my legs wide, and opened the lips of my pussy with his thumbs.

Then he licked me, from bottom to top, and I lost all ability to think. I could only feel what he was doing to me. He didn’t just lick me, he devoured me. Driving me higher and higher until I was begging him to let me come.

He replaced his tongue with two fingers, sinking them inside me as he wrapped his lips around my clit and sucked. I exploded, my body strung taught as I flew over the edge, screaming his name. I was barely aware of him stripping out of his clothes, but when my eyes drifted open again he was naked on top of me. I felt his cock, hard and long, against my entrance.

“Please don’t make me wait, baby. Let me have you.”

Throwing caution to the wind, I whispered, “Yes.”

“That’s right, baby. You know you’re mine, don’t you?”

My yes was ripped from my throat as he drove into me with one powerful thrust. Even as I registered the pain I was feeling, my pussy clamped down on him as though it didn’t want to let him go.

“Shit,” I hissed.

“I’m so sorry, baby.” He kissed my face, licking the tears from my cheeks as he whispered to me. Telling me how beautiful I was. How much he wished he didn’t have to hurt me. That it would feel better soon. Holding still the whole time, with his cock wedged deep inside me.

“I’m okay.” I’d said it to reassure him, but was surprised to find it to be true when I wiggled my hips and pleasure zinged through me. “But I’ll be even better if you start moving.”

“You sure?”

I anchored my knees at his hips and dug my fingernails into his shoulders. “Yes, damn it!”

“Hold on, baby. This is going to be one hell of a ride.”

And boy, was it. He slowly slid out, only to slam right back inside. Over and over again, his hips picking up speed as I got wetter. I heard our skin slapping together, my cries mixing with his groans.

“Owen,” I gasped, feeling it build inside me again.

“That’s right, baby. Let go for me. Squeeze my cock until we’re both coming. Together.”

He lifted my hips, pounding into me at a new angle that had me flying apart again. He followed right behind me, calling my name and collapsing on top of me when he was done.

“I can’t believe that’s what I’ve been missing out on all this time,” I panted.

“Only because what we have is special, Sienna. But don’t worry. We’ll make up for lost time.” I smiled up at him, wondering how I was ever going to be able to manage school and a new job when all I wanted to do was stay in bed with Owen forever.