Two Way Street - Chapter Fifteen

Owen eased into the bunk, lifting himself over her so that he lay with his back against the wall. For a moment they shared laughter as they organised themselves within the narrow space, and then he lifted onto his elbow and kissed her, his kiss heavy with breath and laughter and spiced by the daring.

They were going to have sex, she realised with a flare of heat, in the tight little bunk with only the curtains separating them from the other members of the band and the bus driver. The daring of it flavoured their kiss, stole her breath and quickened her heart. She met his tongue with hers, deepening and adding fire to their kiss, so that he groaned, and then laughed silently as they both paused, wondering if they had been heard.

He grinned, his dimple dancing, and returned to kissing her, sliding his hand beneath her top to close over her breast. “No bra,” he breathed. “I noticed that earlier.” He grazed the palm of his hand over her nipple, and she pressed up into his touch as she sli