Page 53 of The Kissing Part
She rubs my chest. “Did anyone ever tell you you’re kinda romantic?”
“No.”
“Well, you are. Carrying me to your bedroom is romantic.”
I kick open the door to my room and set her down on the mattress. “It’s faster this way.”
She pouts. “Why not just toss me over your shoulder like a caveman next time?”
I strip out of my clothes. “Great idea.” I pounce on her, and she squeals. God, I love this woman. I go stock-still. No, I don’t love her. That’s ridiculous. I can’t possibly, not after…I swore I would never…I mean, yes, I have feelings. Deep feelings that never went away.
I just don’t want to get burned again.
Her hand goes to my cheek. “What’s wrong? You checked out on me.”
I slowly shake my head. “Nothing.”
“Then kiss me.”
I do, her luscious lips drawing me in for more, her taste, her scent. Next thing I know, I’ve stripped her bare, urgent need driving me, my hands all over her as I kiss her deeply.
She pushes at my shoulder, and I lift my head in question. She nudges me to my back and then straddles me. My body aches with need as she rains kisses from my lips to my chest and lower still.
I throw my arms back. She takes me in her mouth with the perfect amount of suction. Within moments, I’m teetering near the edge. I push her off.
She pushes her hair back and licks her lips. “I wasn’t done.”
I roll her to her back and grab a condom. “That felt too good.”
She opens her legs to me, and my lust surges. “There’s no such thing as too good.”
I roll on the condom, get into position, and thrust home with a low groan of relief. She wraps her legs high around my waist, taking me deeper. God, it feels too good. Everything with her does.
I twine my fingers with hers on the mattress and kiss her, moving slow and steady. She grabs my ass and pulls me closer, urging me on. I thrust over and over, breathing hard. Our eyes meet and lock in a deep primal gaze that wraps around my heart.
My heart thunders in my chest. She loves me. I see it in her eyes, feel it pulsing between us like a living, breathing thing. I don’t have to say anything. Neither does she. We both know.
And when we finish in a gasp of mutual pleasure, there’s no question that we belong together.
“I love you.” She runs her fingers through my hair, smiling. “I always have, Owen. I always will.”
I tense, remembering when she said this the last time just before she walked out of my life. I try to convince myself this isn’t the same, but something in me shuts down. Just as she starts to lose her smile, I kiss her, distracting her from the fact that I can’t go there. This has to be enough.
13
Shayla
I never once took for granted that Owen would give me a second chance, but now that he has, all I can think is what took him so long? This weekend has been phenomenal. Granted, we spent most of it in bed, but now we’re on our way to his parents’ house for a big family barbeque by the pool for Memorial Day. I’ve never been happier.
He looks at me from the driver’s side of his Mustang. “Shayla Adler, you’re glowing.”
I laugh. “It’s all those sexy times.”And I love you. I keep that to myself, very aware that he didn’t return theI love youwhen I said it last time. I’m trying not to let it bother me. “So who’s going to be here today?”
“Everyone.”
“Same people as the anniversary-graduation party?”
“Yes, and my grandparents are flying in from North Carolina too.”
