Unfinished

by Shae Scott

  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.

  Ten minutes later there was still no Ally. I was going to have to go back in. What if she was crying? She was probably beating herself up over the whole thing. I had just left her there, nearly naked and alone. I wasn’t earning any points. I opened the door to the barn and stepped in.

  “Ally? I’m sorry….I shouldn’t have walked out. I just needed some air.” I looked around and realized I was talking to myself. She wasn’t here. Where had she gone? I had been waiting outside. Damn. She was gone.

  I sent her a text: Where are you? She didn’t respond. I had screwed up. Maybe I should just give her a little bit to sort it all out and see that I was right. We could talk it out. We always talked stuff out. This wasn’t any different.

  Two days later, she still hadn’t returned any of my texts or calls. She didn’t answer the door when I stopped by. This was bad. I was a mess. I had just ruined the best thing I’d ever had. I had lost her.

  Chapter Eight

  I stood at the bar waiting for the bartender to get my order. The restaurant was busy, a constant hum in the air. I turned and glanced around at the people filling the space near the bar. I was anxious to get this dinner started. This account had the potential to do big things for the agency, and for me and my career. I was lost in my people watching when I heard a husky voice beside me break through the clutter. “Holy Fuck!” I turned to see who was dropping Fbombs here in this swanky restaurant. For some reason it prickled my nerves. Prepared to make a snotty comment to the foul mouthed diner, I stopped short when I saw who it was.

  He was tall, 6’3” or so if I had to guess, with brown hair, cut short, but still hinting at a slight wave. He wore slight scruff along his jaw. It was sexy. His eyes were a unique shade of dark blue. In the dim light they took on a dark grey tone that commanded my full attention. He wore dark jeans, faded just right and hanging seductively at his hips in that way that made you need to touch him. He wore a simple black button down, but it clung to the hard lines of muscle beneath. He was beautiful. As I took in his face, I saw his mouth turn up in a familiar smirk. I knew that smirk well. I knew it because it was forever etched into my memory. I felt the smile widening on my face as I shook my head in disbelief. “Holy Fuck!” I echoed. It. Was. Owen.

  He laughed at my words. “What the hell are you doing in Dallas, Ally?” he asked. His eyes were alight with humor. I was sure he felt the same sense of surrealism that I did. What were the chances that we would meet like this, completely random, in a city that neither of us even lived? The whole thing seemed completely impossible.

  “I’m having dinner with some clients,” I said. The room seemed to be spinning a little. The hum around us seemed to be louder as I tr
ied to focus on him. “What are you doing here?” I asked.

  “Out with some college friends. Remember, I mentioned it,” he smiled, teasing me.

  “Right,” I laughed. “Just like I mentioned I had client meetings,” I pointed out.

  “Funny how we never happened to mention that these things were taking place here,” he said. His eyes were holding me in place, so much like they used to in the past. God, it was unnerving.

  “What are the chances?” I asked leaning back against the bar. I felt like I needed to put some space in between us all of a sudden. I was so glad to see him, but now that he was here, in the flesh I was having a little bit of trouble breathing. He looked amazing. Just being close to him was making my heart beat faster. There was a charge around him and it felt like it was sucking me in.

  “Yeah, this is definitely a wonderful surprise,” he said. He waited a beat and then laughed. “Give me a hug,” he said moving in to me. He wrapped his arms around me and I suddenly remembered how much I’d always loved his hugs. They had a way of making you feel like he had really missed you. I took in his scent as we embraced. The combination of body wash and cologne was heady. I closed my eyes as I took it in. He held me longer than I would have thought, but when he stepped back I found myself wishing he had held me just a bit longer. He smiled down at me and I could see the hint of the boy I had known long before.