Page 41 of Owen

“I’m not. Now kiss me like you did last night, Owen Brodie, because kissing you feels amazing. Utterly perfect.” She sighs, happiness shining in her eyes as she repeats the words I confessed to her this afternoon.

I wrap my arms around her waist and kiss her like I’ve never kissed anyone before, because, before her, no one has ever come close to how I feel when my lips touch hers.

Not anymore.

Because this woman who is currently kissing me, digging her fingers into my hair and moaning into my mouth, is the only woman to render me speechless and make me lose all sense of reality.

This past year has been so fucking hard, but this woman… the one who didn’t run a million miles away from me when I freaked out earlier, make spiteful jests about my behavior, or look at me as if I meant nothing… is making all my emotional wounds disappear. She’s wrapping me up in a cocoon of euphoria; she’s fucking addictive and healing me in ways I don’t yet understand.

She’s deepening our kiss, twirling her tongue around mine, and I never want her to stop.

Threading my hands into her locks, tightening my grip, I tug her head back, allowing me access to the delicious curve of her neck.

“Owen,” she moans, my cock now rock solid for this woman.

Moving my lips across her jaw, I trail a path of languid kisses down her slender throat and back up again, toward the sweet spot I discovered she likes behind her ear.

Nuzzling into my neck, she kisses away all my insecurities and doubts from earlier, the heat between us becoming unbearable.

“We have to stop.” My lips move against her soft skin, and I’m inwardly annoyed because it’s not what I want.

“I don’t want to,” she gasps as if reading my thoughts as I nip at her neck, rubbing her pelvis against my aching cock. “I want you.” Her brazen words hold nothing back.

I swallow her erotic mewls with a kiss, our bodies coming alive together as she sets my heart on fire.

“I think you’re magic,” I mumble between breaths. “A kiss shouldn’t feel this good.”Should it?

“Kissing you feels like witchcraft,” she whispers. Her petal-soft lips twitch against my mouth, then blossom into a full smile at the same time as mine.

Forehead to forehead, my chest heaving in excitement, we stare giddily into each other’s eyes.

“Can you forgive me for my outburst this afternoon? You drive me fucking crazy.” I try to justify my jealous behavior. I don’t know what the hell is wrong with me.

Well, that’s a bald-faced lie, I do. It’s her.

She’s special.

“I like you crazy.” She bites at her bottom lip.

I rock my head slowly left and right, as if in disbelief.She likes me crazy.

She follows up with, “Would you like to do something with me tonight?”

Still holding on to her, I lean out of our embrace slightly. “What about Poppy? And your mom? Gosh, how is your mom? Is she okay?” I’m still not fully convinced it’s the heat that’s making her dizzy.

She tucks a lock of my hair behind my ear, which I find oddly settling. I may decide to keep my hair longer if she touches me like that again. “My mom was fine at dinner after resting this afternoon, and she’s had no more weird dizzy spells. She said she felt better, too, but went to bed half an hour ago because she wanted to get an early night. I reckon she needs a good sleep. It’s been a busy time for us coordinating our move here.”

“That’s reassuring news, but tell her I’m here tomorrow if she needs me to help with Poppy.”

“I’ll let her know,” she says, then reminds me of her earlier question. “So, tonight?”

“What about it?” A boost of energy, enough to start a car, brews in my belly.

“Wanna get out of here?”

“Poppy?”

“I asked Blake if she could babysit for a couple of hours. I’ll have you home by midnight.”

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