Page 19 of Fragile Hearts (Hibiscus Hearts #3)

“Order whatever you want,” Owen says as I take in the menu. “Or everything. I’m sure my parents would appreciate it. Give them feedback on what you liked and didn’t like.”

“Oh my god, Owen, I’m not telling your parents I didn’t like something. There’s nothing to not like. Look at this place, and I’m sure the food is the same.”

“So, what are we having then?” he prompts, never looking at his menu as he motions for me to choose something.

“I don’t know. It all feels very…fancy. I’m not even sure I know what most of this stuff is,” I admit, and I’m beginning to sound like a complete fool.

“What do you usually get when you’re working?” Owen asks, now looking at the menu.

“I get the same three things: the poke bowl, fish tacos or huli huli chicken. I’m not really a risk-taker when it comes to food. I know what I like, and I don’t want to be disappointed if it’s not good.”

“Okay, so how about I order for us, and you can sample everything,” Owen suggests, and I feel the pressure lift off me.

“That would be great, but nothing weird like octopus in ink or with suction cup tentacles.” Wrinkling my nose, Owen laughs. Maybe someday I’ll be more adventurous, but it’s not today.

“Got it.”

Owen orders macadamia nut crab cakes to start along with a bottle of wine.

My age has never seemed to be an issue when it comes to drinking, and not that I’m like most people my age when it comes to alcohol.

I drink with my friends but rarely get drunk because the idea of losing control of myself like that scares the hell out of me.

“These are amazing,” I moan as I take another forkful of the crab cake. They have this combination of sweet and spicy mixed with the saltiness of the nuts. It’s perfection. “This might be my new favorite thing.”

“We haven’t even gotten to the main course yet. I’m pretty sure you’re going to love that too. And we still have dinner tomorrow night. That’s usually the best of everything. Maybe even some octopus tentacles,” Owen teases, winking at me.

He’s watching me, his green eyes are the color of emeralds in the glow of the sunset. Motioning to the last piece of crab cake with his fork, he says, “That’s yours.”

I look up at him, swallowing hard. Pushing away my past, I take the last piece, savoring it. The flavor bursts into my mouth—delicious and orgasmic.

“All the fish is locally caught, and the menu will change based on it, but some things, like the crab cakes, will always be on the menu,” Owen tells me just as our next course is set down in front of us.

The waitstaff has been unreal, quiet and reserved like they aren’t even here.

“Will that be all, Mr. Sinclair?” the waiter asks, and Owen nods, thanking him. “The dessert has been placed in the refrigerator per your request. Have a wonderful night.”

The waiter nods at both Owen and me in acknowledgment and slips out of the suite. Not that I would have known he was here anyway. He could have been anywhere in here with its size, and I would have never known.

“Ready?” Owen asks me, the plates in front of us covered with domed lids, and I smile, letting him know I’m ready.

“What do we have?” I ask, feeling my cheeks start to ache from smiling so much.

“We have,” Owen starts, his hand reaching out to the first lid, “grilled mahi mahi with mango and rum bananas and coconut rice.”

Lifting the lid off, it’s seriously the most beautiful plate of food I’ve ever seen, perfectly placed, and the smell is amazing.

“What else?” I ask with far too much excitement. It’s like Christmas, something I wish I got to experience as a kid, but this will do.

“Next is Tristan Island lobster tails. This is my favorite. It comes from some crazy-ass remote island where no one lives, but the lobster is…” Owen stops, giving a chef’s kiss gesture, and I giggle.

He’s so damn cute. “And last, we have seared ahi tuna with pearl mushrooms, caramelized Maui onions and sweet potato mash. I think you’re really going to love this. ”

“I think I’m going to love all of it, but I don’t think I’ll be able to move after eating all of this,” I say, taking in the amount of food in front of us.

“Save room for dessert,” Owen says, but his words come out seductive and deep, and I have no idea if he’s talking about actual dessert or what could come in that bedroom.

One thing I know: I’m down for both.

Jerking him off in the pool today was probably one of the hottest things I’ve ever done.

Feeling him harden at my touch, the moans leaving his mouth as I stroked him, his cock velvety soft and thick.

I want him so badly, but I also want it to be good, not rushed or forced.

I want to savor every minute with him, exploring his body and him exploring mine.

When we finish the last bite, Owen taking it, we both relax back in our chairs. The sun has now set, and the lanai is bathed in the soft light of the moon as it glows off the water.

There’s this oversized daybed on the lanai, loaded down with pillows, and I look over at it. Getting up from the table, I walk over and lay down.

“Come lay with me,” I say to Owen, whose eyes have never stopped watching me. Closing my eyes, I listen to the sounds of the night: the waves, the soft calls of the tropical birds, the wind blowing through the palms.

I feel the bed dip beside me, Owen’s scent surrounding me as he slips his arm underneath my head, pulling me into the crook of his body.

We lie together in a calming silence, my fingers tracing a soft pattern on Owen’s side where his shirt has risen up.

I feel a million miles away from my life on Maui, but more than that, I feel a million miles away from the girl I once was.

Owen has created a confidence in me that I didn’t know I had.

He’s ignited a passion in me to explore life and to enjoy being with him.

He’s made me see that I am deserving of all life has to offer, and I’m not that lonely kid I once was, the kid no one wanted.

He wants me, and to me, that means everything.

“Today in the pool,” Owen starts, his words quiet but laced with desire, “was the hottest fucking thing. I don’t think I’ve come like that…ever.”

“I can’t remember the last time I jerked someone off, but it pales in comparison to what we did.” I pause, letting out a little chuckle.

“What was that for? That laugh,” Owen quips, pinching my side as he pushes up on an elbow to look at me. His hair is disheveled, and his smile bright, that dimple settling in his cheek.

“I gotta tell you something. So, Daisy told me you have a twelve-inch dick, and while it’s not twelve inches, it’s certainly substantial.”

He laughs, falling back into the mound of pillows as he drags a hand through his hair. “Daisy, huh? When has she seen my dick?”

“She mentioned something about a bet in high school…” I trail off, feeling my cheeks warm, and I bite down on my lip to keep from moaning at the memory of what happened in the pool.

“You’re blushing,” Owen comments, his thumb brushing over my cheek. “Every time you do, your cheeks flush with the most gorgeous shade of pink.” He stops, wetting his lips. I lean up and kiss him, my tongue dancing with his, as we both let out a soft moan.

“Sloane,” Owen murmurs, my name a song on his lips. “The flush on your cheeks makes me wonder…” He stops, not finishing, and I tilt my head to the side, a questioning look on my face.

“It makes you wonder what?” My words come out soft and seductive, begging for him to say something dirty, something to soak my panties.

And damn, does he fucking deliver.

“I want to know if it matches your sweet pink pussy and your fucking perfect rosy nipples that you have on display for me when you wear no bra. I see them straining against your shirt, your bikini top, begging for my mouth.”

My breathing grows labored at his words, ragged and desperate, my thighs clenching, needing more. I’ve never been this horny in my life, my clit throbbing between my legs, Owen’s words burying themselves in my mind, repeating them, dirty and erotic.

I fucking love it.

“Why don’t you find out?” I murmur, my words not my own anymore. Everything I have belongs to Owen Sinclair, and I want his mouth on my body. I need his touch like I need air.

Owen’s hand skates up my thigh, and I’m so wet it’s almost embarrassing, but he moves past, his hand now on my stomach.

His other hand toys with the hem of my dress, and when he doesn’t move, I pull my dress up, slipping it over my head and tossing it to the side, leaving myself in just my bra and underwear.

“Sloane,” Owen rasps, a question to my name, and I nod, telling him I want him too.

Crawling up my body, he covers me, the weight a sensation that sparks every nerve in me. His lips press featherlight kisses along my collarbone and to the swell of my breasts as they ache to spill from the cups of my bra.

Pulling at the cups, he frees my breasts and groans with appreciation when he sees what he’s been waiting for. My nipples painfully hard, begging for his mouth, for his tongue and his teeth.

His mouth is like a beacon to my nipple, his tongue circling the taut peak until I’m writhing underneath him. Raking his teeth over it, he sucks it into his mouth, sending a shiver down my spine, my panties drenched.

My pussy floods with arousal, nearly coating my thighs as Owen bites and sucks at my breasts, leaving small, red welts everywhere he touches. I’m aching with need and desire and want, my hips moving, trying to find friction.

“So pink. So perfect,” he murmurs, returning his mouth to my nipple, but this time biting roughly, and my hips thrust up, a pleasurable moan leaving my lips on a hard exhale.

I grind against his thigh, my legs falling open in invitation as Owen’s mouth trails down my body, leaving soft, wet kisses in its path.

With his thumbs hooked into the sides of my panties, he pulls them down in one swift movement. Tossing them aside, he settles between my thighs, taking me in.

“Fuck, you’re bare,” he moans, scrubbing a hand over his mouth. Wetting his lips, he smirks wolfishly, his green eyes bright in the moonlight, his pupils blown at the sight of me.

He’s eye level with my pussy, looking up my body at me. Again, he wets his lips, and my mouth falls open, letting out a soft moan.

I want to beg him to touch me. Everything about this moment is slow and deliberate, edging me closer to what I want, but not quite there.

“Owen,” I call out, desperation spilling from my lips.

“Spread yourself for me, Sloane. I want to see all of you,” Owen growls, his fingers digging into my thighs.

I swallow hard at his words, and I do what he asks, using my fingers to open myself to him. I can feel my body heat up, warmth blooming everywhere, and when Owen grins up at me, his tongue tracing his lips, I nearly come on the spot.

“There’s that flush I love,” he hisses, his eyes dropping to where I have myself spread for him. “The same color as your pretty little pink pussy.”

Dragging a finger through my wetness, we both moan out loud, my hips bucking off the daybed.

“Fuck me, Owen,” I demand, but he lets out a deep, throaty laugh, and my desperation seems to only make him crazier for me.

“Not yet, but trust me, I will. I want to worship your body like it’s a fucking temple. I want to taste every part of you.”

His tongue slips out now, tasting me with a short, wet flick over my clit, and I call out again, needy and out of control.

Flattening his tongue against me, he lets out a low hum that vibrates through me.

He licks me from my asshole to my clit, which is throbbing and aching.

The pain and need are taking over, my body begging me for release, but there’s something so good about Owen Sinclair’s face buried between my thighs, like I want him there forever.

“You taste so fucking good,” Owen groans, his mouth never leaving my center. “I want your cum running down my chin when I’m done with you. Come all over my tongue, sweets.”

I’m lost in him, unable to respond, unable to do anything but focus on what Owen’s tongue is doing to me. And then he slips a finger inside me, his tongue lapping at my clit, his finger curling, and when he adds a second finger, my body loses all control.

Pumping his fingers in and out of me, my hips thrusting to meet him, I’m calling out his name over and over.

I clench around him, his tongue flicking over my sensitive clit, riding out my orgasm as I come all over his face.