My senses are so alive that it almost feels uncomfortable, but not in a bad way. I just feel… too hot. My clothes feel like too much. The club feels overwhelming. All I want to is to be stripped down and alone. Naked and bare, nothing but Owen’s strong body moving against mine.
“Owen,” I moan softly, clutching him closer. “I want you. Let’s get out of here. Take me back to the room.”
More.
I need more.
He kisses me once more like he’s about to say yes, before suddenly pulling away. He runs a trembling hand through his hair and steps back, putting space between us.
My brows furrow with confusion as my heart drops to my stomach.
“Fuck…” he exhales. “You have no idea how fucking tempting that is, Meadow.”
“What?” I rush out. “What is it?”
“This can’t…” he shakes his head, jaw tight. “As badly as I want you, Meadow… I can’t let this go any further tonight.”
“What do you mean?” I reply weakly. “We’re just kissing.”
“And if I keep kissing you like this,” he says, clearly conflicted, “I won’t be able to stop.”
I won’t be able to stop.
A rush of heat zips down my spine at what he’s implying. I bite my lip, contemplating my response.
“What if… What if I don’t want you to stop?”
A hint of pain flashes across his face as he steps back into my space, his tone softer.
“Trust me,” he murmurs, sliding his hand up my cheek. “I don’t want to stop either. That’s the fucking problem.”
My chest constricts.
“If I ever get more than a kiss with you,” he continues, eyes locked on mine, “I don’t want it to be like this. I don’t want either of us to blame the alcohol afterward. I want to be there. Fully present and clear-headed with you. You deserve that, Meadow.”
God.
How is that confession hotter than the kiss we just had? Another piece of me falls in love with Owen at the thought of him choosingmeover a night of hot, drunken sex. He could have easily had my body, but instead, he chose me.
I nod slowly. “I understand.”
He lowers his head, pressing his forehead to mine.
I’m not ready for this night to end. I feel like I might die if I don’t feel his lips on mine one more time.
“Can we… Can you kiss me one more time?” My voice comes out small. “Then we’ll call it a night and forget about this. Just one more.”
A slow, wicked smile curves his lips. Devastatingly handsome.
“You’ve got two things wrong, Mrs. Brooks.”
My stomach flips as Owen dips his head, his lips feathering mine with each word.
“One,” he murmurs, “I plan on kissing you a hell of a lot more than one more time.”
“And two…” His thumb tilts my chin up. “I’m never forgetting this.Ever.”
My heart lurches out of my chest and falls at his feet. I’m his, completely and helplessly.
