Page 82 of Uniquely in Love

I tugged on our interlocked hands. “Come on, my Daisy. Let’s get you back so I can kiss you senseless.” Among other things, because I had plans. One of them was to kiss hereverywhere.

Her eyes heated. “Yes, please.”

When we got back to my room, she was in my arms before I could blink, and I shut my door with my foot. Ellie’s lips descended on mine, and we were a flurry of movement.

I tossed the box of condoms on my nightstand with one hand and sat her on the bed, kneeling in front of her. Fuck, she was pretty.

“Relax,” I whispered, kissing her softly. “It’s just you and I. Owen and Ellie.”

Her blue-gray eyes searched mine. I wondered what she saw there. My undying love and devotion? How much I craved her very being? That I was hanging on by a thread and desperate for her?

“I love you,” she murmured, wrapping her arms around my neck. “Make me yours.” Ellie rested my forehead against hers. “Please.”

“Fuck. I love you so much.”

I love you.

Fuck, but those whispered words weren’t enough.

They were everything.

This was everything.

She was my everything.

TWENTY-SIX

Ellie

NOW

There was a warm body wrapped around mine, and I snuggled backwards, those muscular arms tightening around me. A face nuzzled against my neck, and I felt something hard press up against my ass. My eyes flew open when I realized exactly whose body was covering mine.

“Good morning,” a voice rasped against my ear.Owen. Because he was home. And I’d fallen asleep in his bed last night.

I rolled over to find him staring at me, his eyes full of amusement. “Hi,” I whispered.

“Imagine my surprise, coming home last night and finding you in my bed.”

Humming, I shut my eyes, basking in his warmth for another few moments. In a minute, I’d have to get up, and the spell would be broken. Thankfully, I had nowhere to go today and nothing to do.

“Did you miss me, Daisy?” Owen’s fingers brushed under my chin.

My voice was all breath when I responded, “Maybe.” I’d told him as much when we’d texted the other night, but this felt different. More real. Watching his games on TV hadn’tbeen enough, apparently, since I’d been sleeping in his room every night since he’d been gone. “I wanted to feel close to you,” I admitted. “And your door was open and I just…”made myself at home.

“Mmm.” He pressed his forehead against mine. “Well, I like you here. In my house and in my bed.”

I thought about my text to him.When you get home… I think I’m ready to talk.And I was. There were things I should have confessed to him a long time ago.

“I like being here,” I admitted. “I already don’t want to move out when my apartment is fixed.”

He brushed the hair off my forehead. “So don’t. Stay with me.”

“Owen…” I murmured. This was already a bad idea. So was sleeping in his bed.

But I couldn’t help myself.

He kissed my nose before sitting up, climbing out of bed in only his boxer briefs. Owen was sporting an impressive erection, and my eyes zeroed in on it. He’d just had all of that pressed up against me, and my mouth watered.

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