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After we’d both rinsed off, I spun her so her back was to my chest. The feeling of her curves up against me heightened my arousal. My shaft swelled against her butt cheek. I knew she felt it because of the way she wiggled backward, fitting us a bit closer together. With her pressed to my front, I could look down along the length of her. Breasts and belly, long limbs. My hands traced over the same paths as my eyes, and I dropped a kiss where her shoulder met her neck.

My caresses roved lower and lower down her body until I’d reached the juncture between her legs.

“Owen.” Gen grabbed my arms, not to stop me but just to hold on. Her head fell back to rest against my shoulder.

“That feel good?” I slid my fingers deeper, searching out her most sensitive spot.

“Mmmm.”

My other hand lifted to cup her breast, and I sucked herearlobe into my mouth. The heated air, scented with sage and cedar from the shampoo. The wet slickness of our bodies. The soft moans of pleasure Genevieve made. I wanted to stay right here forever, forgetting my responsibilities and anything about our lives outside this room, but we only had an hour.

One hour. That was all I could allow. While part of me rebelled at that, the rest was just grateful to have this much before I had to go back to being sheriff.

I forced my hands off of her and twisted the faucet. “Come on. I need more.”

“More what?”

“More of you. Everything.”

I grabbed towels, scrubbing mine over my head and body as quickly as I could. Gen had wrapped hers around her shoulders, giving me a little closed-mouth smile. Her hair was in damp waves, brown since it was wet instead of blond. Amber brown eyes and skin pinked from the shower.

She did something to me, this woman. I could admit that it was hot when she argued with me. But when she was like this, letting herself be vulnerable and open, no pretense or desire to put distance between us—did she have any clue how much I was at her mercy? I’d give her just about anything.

I tossed my towel on the floor with our clothes. We could worry about that later. “Need my mouth on you. Now.” I lifted Gen and carried her to my bedroom, tossing her onto the unmade bed. She still had her towel partially around her. “Lay back,” I said, getting to my knees beside the bed. Her eyes were wide. Her breaths came fast and shallow. “Genny, please.” My voice was a whisper, caught in my throat. “Let me see you.”

She opened her legs. I groaned.Beautiful.

My eyelids fell closed as my tongue finally made contact with the sweet, soft cleft between her thighs. Gen cried out,fingers raking through my short hair. Not enough to hold on to, but she still tried. One hand caught hold of my ear instead.

I dragged the flat of my tongue up and down, then flicked at her clit. Her thighs clenched. I gently coaxed them open again. And now that my hands were on her inner thighs already, I added my fingers to the movements of my lips. Anything to drive her wild. I could tell by her moans and the sweetness on my tongue that she was close.

My cock was so hard it was painful. Straining toward her. Aching to be inside her. Yet even if I didn’t get that, if claiming her with my mouth was all I got, I’d be a happy man. When had I ever allowed myself anything like this? The quick, anonymous encounters I’d had since…ever. They were nothing to this. Nothing. To Genevieve opening herself to me this way. Seeing who I was, and letting me see her.

Her moans splintered. Her body shuddered. I kept kissing the center of her. Savoring each clue she gave me to how good I’d made her feel.

For as long as I had her with me, Gen was mine to pleasure and to protect.

All mine.

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

Genevieve

I stretchedmy arms over my head. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d been this languid and relaxed. Slowly, my awareness returned. Owen’s lips were pressing gently along my inner thighs. A strong naked man on his knees for me. I could get used to that.

“You good?” he asked.

“Very.” I propped up onto my elbows.

“I might’ve enjoyed that more than you did.”

“I highly doubt it.” A glance down at him proved it. Owen was very aroused. Clearly still in need of release. “What else do we have time for?”

“Not as much as I want.” He stood, fisting his length and stroking. “But enough.”

This was the first time I’d really gotten to look atallof him. At my hotel room that first night, we’d kept our underwear on. And just now in the shower, we’d been fused to one another, focused on kissing and touching. Not the best opportunity to admire. Now, I had a chance to do exactly that. Well, I was lying down, but still.

Owen’s bedroom was awash with bright light, whichfiltered through the shades over the windows. He’d looked great in my shadowed hotel room, but that had been nothing to the complete view. My eyes went straight to the barbed wire tattoo on his thigh. The design accentuated the thick muscle.

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