Page 138 of Wish You Were Mine
I smiled, then reached for his hand, guiding it to my chest and placing it gently over my own heart. “Mine’s going just as fast.”
He stilled.
His gaze dropped to where our hands rested, his palm warming my skin. And for a breathless moment, he just stayed there—like he was trying to anchor himself to the beat beneath his hand.
Then his fingers twitched, moving ever so slightly to graze along the neckline of my blouse.
Just enough to let me know he might be thinking about exploring more than just my heartbeat.
“Lucy…” he said, my name low and rough, like it physically ached to hold back.
Like restraint was slipping with every second.
“Owen…” I breathed, dragging my nails down the sculpted line of his back, tracing the dip between his shoulder blades.
I wanted more.
More of him against me.
More of his skin on mine.
He might’ve been playing the gentleman tonight… But I wasn’t sure I wanted to be that good anymore.
So I reached for his buttons, undoing them one by one, my fingertips grazing the warm skin of his torso as the tension between us thickened.
“I want this off,” I whispered, my voice low and sure as he watched me slowly undress him.
As if he’d just been waiting for permission, he didn’t hesitate—just shrugged out of the shirt, tugged it down over his broad shoulders, and tossed it aside.
My breath caught.
Yeah…he was definitely a work of art.
All hard muscle and golden skin, like he’d been carved from pure temptation and somehow didn’t even know it.
And when his mouth found mine again, there was nothing careful about it.
It was messy.
Breathless.
Wild.
Like every stolen glance across the lecture hall, every brush of his hand against mine, every night we’d spent pretending this wasn’t real had finally broken open something neither of us could hold back anymore.
Something we couldn’t close again.
My palms slid along the curves of his shoulders, squeezing his biceps, and I felt him shudder beneath my touch.
“Lucy…” he whispered again.
And this time, it didn’t just sound like my name.
It sounded like a plea.
Like he was right on the edge of falling.
He kissed along the line of my collarbone, breath hot against my skin, and I tilted my head back, giving him more space to explore. And when his lips found a spot just a little lower, I couldn’t stop the soft moan that escaped. Because it felt just too good…made everything else disappear.
