Chapter 55 Fifty Five
AMELIA XAVIER
When one is tasked to do something, and it becomes her responsibility, a role she's playing for the effectiveness of whatever goal it is, but then two roles conflict and it leads to stress and…
I opened my eyes, Owen lay beside me, his arms around me. It made me feel safe, even though it was morning. The sun had risen, casting lazy light through the window. I could tell by the way Owen breathed, he was really stressed and of course didn't have work today.
I faced him, my fingertips trailing his lips. He looked like a baby when asleep, but I knew who he really was considering we did similar business.
My smile softened as I played with his tangled hair. My eyes went to his lips, they were lustful and it created devilish scenes in my head.
These wild thoughts early this morning. Gawd!
Kiss him. I thought, my eyes still on his lips, but when he bit his lips, I knew he was fucking awake.
“I was actually waiting for you to kiss me, since you're so good at making the first move,” he said innocently, then why were my thoughts sinful?
He opened his eyes gently and stared into my eyes, they were the brightest eye colour in contrast to mine and it held so many emotions which made it even more cute.
“I'm still waiting for you, pumpkin,” he pouted which made me chuckle.
Swiftly, he sat up, his hands holding his chin probably to get a good view of me. “Or you like it when I do it first?” He asked shamelessly. My cheeks turned the colour of cherry in full blossom, but as I tried to turn away, he grabbed me and smashed his lips on mine. My back hit the bed, he lay on top of me, our tongues entwined… I would describe it as passionate.
Did morning kisses feel this good or was I falling too in love for this man — my childhood crush.
What can I say? Life had a way of doing things that were uncalled for. I wrapped my arm around his neck, so he wouldn't leave.
“Fuck! It's too early for sex,” I muttered and was shocked by my own words. I wanted it. No. I needed it.
I needed him to make me feel that feeling like everything was fine and the world just revolved around us.
“There's nothing like too early to make love with you, sweetheart,” he groaned softly. This time, he placed his lips on mine and we exchanged a brief kiss before parting.
Climbing out of bed, I went to the vanity and stared at the mirror. The reflection of myself smiled at me, making me smile. My hair looked rough, and I was fucking sore and hard at the same time.
I needed a slow bath.
“I know! Let's shower together then I'll make the sweetest breakfast to apologize for being a jerk,” he suggested, his eyes eager for my answer.
I combed my hair with my fingers and subconsciously pulled out a strand. I should be angry at Owen, not groveling.
But did that matter? I didn't have the strength to push the topic, so I didn't.
“Of course, I'll fill the tub,” I answered blandly and he noticed it, but decided it was best to smile.
His smile sent unexplainable waves… and his body sent… .
“I'll undress, while you're at it. Had a rough night last night, and father would obviously be annoyed because I ditched him to come home to my woman,” he said it so casual, but the things it did to me.
Was this a mental issue?
Maybe I should see a doctor.
I said nothing, and self regretted that I kept quiet.
Owen unbuttoned his shirt, his well built chest showing, and it made me wonder how a twenty six if not twenty seven year old man gathered all these in the space of eleven years. I glanced at his face as he seemed uninterested in anything except his buttons. My eyes fell to his hard chest and down to his dick as he removed his trousers.
He was shameless. I liked it.
“Keep staring at me and I'll really allow you to take the first step,” he teased me and I turned bright pink, I flapped my hands to and fro across my face because why the fuck was here this hot.
Owen walked towards me with quick strides, and before the word Peter Parker crossed my mind, his arms were around my waist and pinned to the wall.
“You keep blushing and that alone makes me horny,” he whispered and I sucked my lower lip to keep from blushing, but the light redness of my cheeks were evident.
He chuckled having read my body language. “Anything you do makes me hard and… it's making me lose my senses, Amelia.” The way he breathed out my name made my nipples hard.
“Just anything I do? Then I'll stay locked up in a room,” I replied, liking the topic.
He groaned inwardly, his grip on my waist tightened. “You. You make me want to throw everything I've ever built, so you'd be happy, and-” he smirked wantonly, his ice blue eyes glinted with mischief.
“You make me greedy… just the thought of you does things to me and the way your breath is caressing my neck now, ecstasy can't fill in the words I want to say,” he breathed out lazily, his eyes on my lips.
I said nothing and he took it as a go ahead, Owen loosened his grip on my waist and caressed it, his eyes staring at my face.
“You love looking at my face,” I pointed out and he grinned. “Because these eyes are so attracted to your beauty, it has been imprisoned by your enchanting smile.”
My heart fluttered, and my breathing increased. I suspected I breathed two breaths in one second.
“Well I love looking at yours too. No, scratch that… I'm literally fawning over you, or to be more poetic, I love you.” Surprise took over me, that I let my words slip, but wasn't that what I felt for him.
Infatuation was for ten year olds… maybe I was infatuated then, but eleven years later, I found myself wanting more than I could give. I wanted every part of him although I knew my father wouldn't agree.
Father…
Let's not think of him now. It's about Owen.
Owen laughed, his laugh sounded like clear water from fresh spring, he laughed with emotions.
“Poetry won't say that. But that doesn't matter, poetry or not. Let's take things slow, we won't rush things,” he muttered into my ears as he nuzzled me.
A thought suddenly came to me.
Fuck!
The tub must have been filled already.
“The tub’s full, sweetheart, I better…” I slipped away from his embrace thanks to my small stature. I still thought of many reasons why Owen hadn't crushed me yet, but he wouldn't do that… right?
“Strip.”
I cocked my head to the side and raised an eyebrow in question. “What?” I asked curious to know what he had to say.
“I said strip,” he repeated.
I felt shy all of a sudden. Owen fucked me last night, but why was I embarrassed to strip before him. I slowly removed my nightgown and let it drop to the floor. He saw the hardness of my nipples and the slight curves of my hips. I gulped.
This seemed like something I read somewhere… yes! Adam and Eve.
Weren't they naked like this?
Thoughts ran through my mind like a moving train on the railway.
What if he doesn't like my body in daylight?
Do I disgust him?
Does he still want to take it slo…
He smirked.
“You're getting bolder every second, pumpkin-” he moved to me and placed his hands on my waist, and inched closer to whisper into my ears.
“But now, I want that body on me.” I stiffened, my lips lost its colour for a while, before it returned. He wanted me to make the first move on him.
I smiled deviously, my plan to make him beg me like he did to me flashed my mind. This was sweet.
He was sweet.
He carried me with one hand as I curled my legs around him.
We entered the bathroom and shut the door.