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She tugged at
my hair as I deepened the kiss. That made me moan. God, she felt so amazing. I
knew she could feel my erection pressed into her, but I didn’t care. I wanted
her to know how badly I wanted her. She needed to know. I wanted her to feel
desired, because damn it, I did desire her. When she breathed my name, I came
close to losing it. It was so sexy. I drifted my hands up her waist and up to
her breasts. Her breath caught as my hand covered her. Her tits were perfect,
perky and firm. I groaned as I moved the strap of her dress down, revealing the
lace of her bra, I moved the dress down enough so that I had access to her
breast. I blew my hot breath against the delicate material and smiled when I
felt her arch into me. I lowered my mouth to cover her through the lace and she
pulled at my hair harder.

Slowly, I 
pulled down the lace, exposing her bare flesh. I could see the goosebumps that had
been left behind. “See how sensitive this skin is?” I asked as I traced my
fingers across her cleavage. Her eyes had drifted closed again and her teeth
were torturing her lip. She answered me with a whimper. I let my fingers drift
lower and circle her nipple, before taking it and rubbing it in between my
fingers. I smiled because she was starting to unravel beneath me. I was pretty
sure that Brenden had never made her feel this way.

I leaned in
then and as my mouth lowered to her nipple I moved my hips against her so she
could feel how hard I was for her. I flicked my tongue against her sensitive
bud and relished in the sweet whimpers that she was making. I couldn’t get
enough of her. Her skin was so soft and so sweet. I wanted to taste it all. I
wanted to savor her. I needed to make her come. I needed to see her fall to
pieces at my hand.

I let one of
my hands drift down her body and to her bare thigh. I ran my hand against the
smooth skin. I swear she was made of satin. How did she get her skin to feel
that way? I stopped as I reached just under her skirt. I stopped kissing her.
“Ally, look at me.” We were both breathing heavily. I was so turned on, but I
needed to see her eyes. I wanted to go further, but I had to see it in her eyes
first.

She looked at
me, her eyes hooded. “I want to touch you,” I said my hand moving further up
her thigh. “I want to make you come,” I said. I could see how my words affected
her. Her breath was labored, but I saw the fire in her eyes.

“Please. Owen,
I want you to,” she breathed. Damn. I kissed her again, deeply. My hand moved
again, this time with purpose. I wasn’t testing anymore. I needed to touch her.
As I reached her apex I realized that she was wearing matching lace panties. I
closed my eyes as I felt the material beneath me. I ran my fingers across the
edges, teasing her. She arched her back pushing into my hand. She wanted this.
She was impatient and it made me want to tease her more.

I let my
finger drift under the lace and tease her entrance. She moaned again, her grip
on the back of my neck tightening in anticipation. But I just moved across the surface,
barely brushing the sweet skin beneath the lace. I wanted her crazy with the
need for my touch. I had thought about this moment for so long and I just wasn’t
ready to let it go yet.

“Please,” she
breathed, her voice tinged with the desperation I’d been looking for. I stopped
kissing her neck and began to move down her body. I kissed her along the way
loving the way she was reacting to me. I reached for the bottom of her dress
and moved it up her legs and gazed down at her. Her panties were the same white
lace as her bra, with a tiny pink bow at the top. It was sweet and perfect,
just like her. I wanted to take off her dress. I wanted to see her completely. I
wasn’t sure if she was ready for that, but I needed to see her skin. I met her
eyes and reached for her hand pulling her up to sitting. She looked at me with
confusion in her eyes. I just smirked at her.

“I need to see
more of you,” I said. Her eyes widened a little as I began to move the dress up
and over her head. She didn’t stop me though. I tossed the material to the
floor and let her return to her place beneath me. I took a long moment to just
gaze at her, her perfect golden skin, firm body, and that sweet innocent lace.
I smiled wickedly as I realized she was still wearing her cowboy boots. Yeah, I
was going to keep this memory forever.

Now that she
was sans dress, my focus had shifted. I wanted to taste every inch of her skin.
I wanted to take my time doing it. I leaned back into her, my rough hands
moving along her delicate surface. I moved my fingertips up her arm and to her
neck where I pulled her back into a deep kiss. “God, you are so beautiful, Ally,”
I murmured. I began to move along her body, kissing her shoulder, her throat
and I moved back to the lace bra. I released each one from its hold, taking one
into my hands and the other into my mouth. She tasted so sweet. I was
mesmerized by her. She cried out as I nipped the nipple with my teeth. I smiled
as she bucked beneath me.

“Patience…I
don’t want to neglect any of your needs,” I smiled up at her under my lashes. I
chuckled a little as I returned to my exploring. I let my lips graze across her
stomach. I stopped on the small star tattoo that she had next to her navel. I
kissed it. I remember when she’d gotten it, I never thought I’d get to see it
this up close and personal. I loved that star.

My fingers
finally drifted back to her panties, but this time I slid them down her pretty
little legs. She helped me when I reached her boots. I ran my hands up her legs
and I felt them tremble beneath me. I kissed my way back up her body and
captured her lips again, but my fingers lingered on her most private of areas.
She gasped as I moved into her folds and found her clit. I moved my fingers
with precision as I continued to kiss her deeply. I loved how she was having a
hard time concentrating on both things at once. She was mine. Putty in my
hands, and it was wonderful. Even though my dick was throbbing all I could
think about was making this girl happy. I wanted to see her explode for me. I
wanted to show her something that no one else had. It was a consuming feeling.

“Do you like
that?” I asked gruffly in her ear. She whimpered. No words. I took it as a yes.
I moved a step further and slid a finger into her. She was so wet, so ready for
anything I wanted to give her. I moved in and out of her gently. She began to
move with me and I heard a groan escape me. “Do you want more?” I asked darkly.

“Owen, please.”
Her voice was breathy as she clung to my shoulders. It was as if she couldn’t
get close enough to me. I understood that feeling. I slipped in a second finger
and increased the speed at which I moved.  She rode my fingers eagerly. I could
tell she was losing herself and I knew soon she would fall apart for me. I let
my thumb work around her swollen clit, working her into a frenzy.  She was all
moans and whimpers and I thought the sound alone might be my own undoing.  I
continued the torture and then I saw it.  She cried out my name and I felt her
convulsing around my fingers.  My name on her lips did more for me than I could
have thought possible.  It made me want to own her.  I wanted to hear it again
and again.  I worked to milk out every bit of her orgasm. When I felt her go
limp beneath me, a sweet smile on her face I kissed her neck again.  I inhaled
her in.  She was like a drug. 

“Better?” I
breathed the word against her neck as I took her earlobe into my mouth. 
Watching her release had me wound tight. I moved my hands up her body and
lazily grazed my fingers across her skin.  It was covered in goosebumps. “Are
you cold?” I asked. Her eyes were still closed, a lazy smile on her face.

“Mmm…no,” she
finally answered. 

“Not better or
not cold?” I teased.

She giggled. 
“Not cold,” she smiled. Finally I was rewarded with her eyes meeting mine.  She
gave me a shy smile. 

“Hi,” I smiled
back.  I moved in to kiss her softly.  I didn’t want this to turn into an
awkward moment.  Actually, I just didn’t feel like I had my fill of her yet. 
“You’re so soft,” I said grazing my lips down her throat. I just wanted to take
her all in.  Her hands moved across my back and down to my shirt.  I shuddered
when they moved beneath my shirt and across my skin.  It left me blazing.  She
began to lift it, so I helped her by taking it off.  I caught her eye and saw
someone new.  There was fire in her eyes.  Gone was the shy timid girl from
earlier.  It seemed to wake something primal in me.  I held still, trying to
control my breaths as she traced her fingers over my chest, exploring slowly. 
I let her.  Her touch went deep into my soul and I had to fight the urge to
take her right then.  I wanted to be inside her.  I wanted to feel her heat all
around me.  It was too much.  All rational thought was fading.  All I could see
was her.  All I could feel was her.

Her hands
stopped at my waistband; her fingers tracing the belt buckle, nervous, but
daring, her eyes seemed to be asking my permission.  As if I would deny her
anything.  I rested my hands on hers and moved them beneath mine, to unfasten
the buckle.  Her eyes were wild, needy.  Who was this girl?  I let her finish
and when she undid the button of my jeans I felt the pressure ache.  I needed
to get out of these restricting jeans.  I needed to feel her hands on me. She
moved to sit up, and before I could do anything, she was straddling my lap. 
Watching her take control was going to send me over the edge.  I felt like I
was barely holding on as it was. 

She kissed me,
biting my bottom lip and moving her hands through my hair.  I grabbed her bare
ass and squeezed.  There were so few layers between us.  I wanted them gone.  I
wanted to be buried deep inside her.  I groaned her name, as I let her grind
herself against my jeans, kissing me deeply. 

“Owen,” she
said my name as she kissed my chest. I closed my eyes and let her explore me. 
I couldn’t believe we were here like this.  I had to be dreaming. And what a
dream it was. I didn’t want to wake up.  God she felt so good rocking against
me.  Giving me a preview of what it would be like when I was inside.  She was
so sweet.  I breathed in the scent of honeysuckle from her hair.  It enveloped
me and had me spinning.  I was immersed in Ally.  My sweet, wonderful Ally.  My
best friend. Ally, who deserved so much.  The thought hit me, and pulled me
from my daze for a moment. Fuck!  What was I doing?  How had I let this moment
get this far?  This was my Ally.  I was no better than Brendon…taking advantage
of her here in this barn.  I couldn’t be who she needed.  I was just like him. 
I was nothing that she needed.  I was a selfish asshole, trying to take what I
was so desperate to have without even thinking about her and what this meant. 
I hated myself in this moment.

I pulled her
back up and held her shoulders so she couldn’t put those wonderful lips on me
again.  I had to think.  I had to get a clear head again.  Damn it.  What was I
doing?  I looked at her, she was biting her lip, holding my gaze.

“Wait,” I said. 
If I could just catch my breath I could fix this.  I could stop before I made a
huge mistake.  I could stop before I ruined us.  This is why I had always
feared my feelings for her.  She was too good.  I was too wrong.  I didn’t
deserve her.  I didn’t have it in me to do flowers and commitment.  I have
always known who I am.  Oh, but I want to do flowers with her. She deserves
that kind of love.  I want to be that person for her.  But I just don’t know if
I can.  I’ll just end up a disappointment, like my dad was to my mom.  The men
in my family are quick to fail the women that they claim to love.  I don’t want
to do that to her.  But here I am, taking advantage of her in a motherfucking
barn, the day she breaks up with her boyfriend.  I really am an asshole. 

“What is it?”
she asks.  She looks so sweet, dark curtains of hair falling across her bare
shoulders.

“Ally, we
can’t do this,” I said. I couldn’t even recognize my voice right now.  It was
husky with want, desperate with the battle raging within me. Her face instantly
fell and I swear I felt her wilt in my arms. Fuck, she felt rejected.  I had to
get out of here. I moved her off my lap and stood, adjusting myself, trying to
shove my painful erection back into the confines of my pants. “I mean, we’re
drunk.  It wouldn’t be right to do this,” I managed.  I couldn’t look her in
the eye anymore.  I scooped up her dress and handed it to her as I grabbed my
own shirt.

“Owen?” she
asked softly.  I closed my eyes, refusing to look at her.  I didn’t want to see
the look on her face.  I didn’t want to see how I was hurting her.  I was
trying to do the right thing. I wanted her…so much…but I couldn’t do this to
us.  I couldn’t lose us.  Sex would ruin us.  I needed her in my life.  She was
my safe place and I was screwing it up.  I had to get it together. I took a
deep breath and looked back at her.  She was sitting on the couch, clutching
her dress to her.  I saw the confusion on her face.  I reached down and ran my
fingers across her cheek. 

“Not like
this,” I managed.  “I can’t…I just can’t. Get dressed.  I’ll meet you outside,
okay?” I kissed the top of her head and walked out of the barn.  I hated
myself.  No, that didn’t even begin to describe the emotions that I had right
now.  I loathed myself.  I was low.  I didn’t deserve to even be around her.
She was my best friend. I was supposed to take care of her. She trusted me.  I
had just taken that trust and stomped all over it. I’d let my wants get the
best of me while she was vulnerable.  I was worse than Brendon. If she hadn’t
thought I was an asshole before, she most certainly did now. I leaned back
against the wall of the barn and rubbed my temples.  My body was still
hypersensitive from our time on that couch.  I needed some relief.  I needed to
get out of here and clear my head.  Hell, I didn’t know what I needed.  I
needed her.  Part of me wished I hadn’t stopped.  I shut my eyes and all I saw
was that look of fire in her eyes.  She wanted me too. Or at least she had
thought that she did.  She didn’t know what she was asking for.  She didn’t
know that side of me.  She didn’t know what an asshole I was.  I cursed beneath
my breath and kicked the dirt beneath my shoe.  I hated myself.