Page 47 of Owen

Excitement and pleasure race through my body and as if she’s hit by a spark of lightning, she comes. Arching her neck, our eyes lock and her blue gems slay me as if she’s looking deep into my soul, awakening parts of me I never knew existed.

Her fluttering walls set off my own orgasm, and we both cry out together. I pour my release inside of her as her pussy continues to clench, milking me of every drop as I struggle to catch a breath, sliding back and forth more slowly, not wanting to stop.

Head back and eyes closed, her chest heaves as her grip on my hand loosens.

“You look beautiful.” I take in her relaxed body that’s draped across the bleached sandstone. The shorter strands of her now drying hair whirl about in the wind like wild flames resembling the fire coursing through my veins as we connect in a way I haven’t felt with any woman—or, correction—in a way I’ve never allowed myself to feel because I knew that eventually, my parents would choose my wife for me, anyway.

Not anymore. I choose Jade for myself and they don’t get a say in my life anymore.

As I stare down at her, I’m filled with a possessive need to protect her, and then it hits me like an arrow to the heart: I want to take care of her and Poppy. I want her to be mine in every way.

Suddenly, nausea rolls in my stomach, and I feel like my heart is already breaking at the thought of what follows next because we are only here for four weeks, and I’m clueless about what that is.

I lean down, reaching for her, to pull her soft lips to mine. Longing to touch her, to know that what we just did was asmonumental to her as it was to me. “You are perfect, Hotshot.” I nibble her bottom lip.

With her eyes still closed, blissed out, she sighs in a dazed-like state and kisses me back.

Sliding my cock out of her, pulling her sleepy body off the stone and into the water with me, I carry her onto the beach, then carefully lower her to the ground. “We need a hot shower.” She giggles. Fucking giggles, and it’s a sound I love so much already.

“We do.” I tuck the wet hair on both sides of her face behind her ears. “Let’s go home.”

“I don’t want to.” She presses her body up against mine and nuzzles into my neck. “It’s been a long day, but I want to spend the night with you,” she mumbles.

“Did you ask the gods for that, too?” I brazenly ask.

She snuggles into me deeper. “I asked to find true love with someone who loves Poppy as much as I do.”

My heart squeezes at the word “someone”, because I want that someone to be me. “He’d be one hell of a lucky guy.”

“You would.” She yawns, unaware she said “you”.

Her words filling me with confidence, I push my shoulders back as if I’m a showy peacock. “C’mon, Hotshot. Let’s get you home.”

She moans as if annoyed, her teeth chattering slightly as the cold finally hits her. “I don’t want to drive. You tired me out.” The energetic woman who bounced into the water and swam faster than me around the rock is now gone.

“I’ll drive.” We dress quickly, eager to find warmth back in the jeep.

Not wanting to end our evening together, I drive slowly back to the villa. The entire time, Jade holds my hand on top of her thigh.

“We should move to Cyprus. It’s so pretty,” she mumbles, almost dozing off.

Taking my eyes off the road for a moment, I glance her way. “You and Poppy?” I ask, amused at her sudden lack of stamina, her head rested against the window.

She doesn’t answer as she finally succumbs to sleep, and I go back to focusing on the cliffside roads I’m not familiar with.

We’re almost back at the villa, and Jade makes me jump when she mumbles in her sleep, “I’d move here with you, Owen.” Before I can get too excited, she follows it with, “No, we don’t need a parachute. Just the pancakes,” and I laugh out loud.

My brain snaps when I realize I would move to be anywhere with her. It won’t matter as long as I’m with her.

My first request to the gods: find a house to call home.

12

JADE

Waking up inside a muscular arm is not how I planned to start my day, but all the same, I welcome it, drinking in Owen’s scent, enjoying his warmth.

Draping my leg over his thigh, calm washes over me as I listen to the strong beat of his heart. Hypnotized by it, I almost fall back to sleep again, and only the strong pull to check the time makes my eyes flutter open.

---