Free Seven by Claire Kent Page A

have his way. She was throbbingly aware that her body was just
waiting for Owen to do his thing. Oh, she could come twice more. No doubt about
that. It wouldn’t even take much work on his part.
    So she had to do something drastic to
keep it from happening.
    Owen would stop her if she tried to
go down on him, and he’d recognize any obvious attempt on her part to make him
come prematurely.
    She’d have to be more creative than
that now. Even though she didn’t really feel like being creative. Even though
what she really wanted was for Owen to take her in his arms, find his home in
her body, and never let her go.
    But that was irrelevant at the
moment. The only relevant issue was which one of them was going to win. So all
of Amy’s sappy feelings for Owen—that had risen unbidden in her heart—would
just have to be ignored so she could concentrate on essentials.
    Owen was the one who had made this
about winning. He was the one who’d always turned to banter whenever things had
gotten too intimate between them. And he was the one who was leaving in
twenty-eight days.
    Amy wasn’t going to lose.
    “Fine. Give me another orgasm.” Scowling,
she added under her breath, “Cocky bastard.”
    His lips twitched irrepressibly.
    Fighting an answering smile, she said,
“But find a new position. You don’t get to loom over me like a caveman.”
    He hadn’t really been caveman-esque
before she’d spoken—he’d simply been kneeling between her legs with a very
obvious erection. But at her words a familiar fire smoldered in his eyes. “Was
that a suggestion?”
    “No.” Amy tried not to feel a thrill
at certain possibilities. Owen going all caveman would definitely be
counterproductive to her attempt at victory, so she’d best not encourage him.
“I explicitly told you there would be no caveman act from you today.”
    He raised his eyebrows. “Kind of
bossy, aren’t you?”
    “You’re the one who kept bossing me
around earlier, so I don’t think you can complain about me.”
    Owen grinned and flopped over on his
back. He clearly was in better shape now that he’d come once. He looked turned
on but not overly urgent. “No caveman, then. I guess you want to be on top
again.”
    “Yeah,” Amy agreed, although she was
feeling pretty tired and wasn’t sure she was up to riding Owen into ecstasy
once more. She really hoped her thighs were up to the challenge. But that
position would at least give her some control over the situation while she
figured out how she was going to win.
    Stalling, she rubbed her hands across
his chest, feeling the gently rippling muscles and the hard planes and ridges.
Staring at the contrast between her fair fingers and his tanned skin, she
caressed him for a while in almost idle reflection.
    When she glanced back at his face,
she caught a soft look that made her belly clench, but it disappeared before
she could name it.
    She forced the fleeting hope away,
since it would only distract her. A victory was hanging in the balance. Drastic
measures were now necessary.
    In fact, she might have to cheat a
little.
    Just a little. And no more than he’d
already cheated. Turn-about, after all, was fair play.
    Suddenly inspired, she lowered her
face to kiss a line across his collarbone. She could feel his body tense up
under the touch of her lips, and she slid her hands down to tease the sensitive
skin on his side. That made him jerk a little, causing her to smile over his
belly.
    “Tickling is off limits,” Owen said
firmly, reaching up to tangle his fingers in her hair.
    “Who says?” Her eyes darted up to his
face. “You seem to be making up all the rules here. You can use a vibrator and
you can go down on me. But I can’t go down on you and tickling isn’t allowed.
We didn’t sign a contract, you know, so everything is negotiable. I’ll tickle
you if I want to.”
    She was only arguing to divert him
from her real agenda. Tickling wasn’t really her plan.
    Looking very smug while