“Now come here.”
Owen pulls me back in and seals his lips to mine, savoring every second as he kisses me soft and slow this time.
We completely lose track of time, completely consumed by one another. It feels like he spends hours memorizing my lips, tongue, and taste. We don’t stop kissing until the bartender takes over the sound system, letting everyone know it's last call.
Everything about this kiss feels like a promise we can never go back on.
Tonight was the start of something that will change the two of us forever.
FOURTEEN
Owen
“Meadow,” I growl through clenched teeth, stroking my painfully hard cock. “Fucking hell.”
I’m standing in my room in the dead of night, naked aside from the boxers shoved down to my knees. I plant one hand against the wall and pump my fist around my length, my balls on the edge of release.
Ever since we left the club tonight, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about her. Just like I expected, she tasted like the sweetest cherries… Better than I could have ever imagined. I was instantly addicted, eager to kiss and taste every inch of exposed skin I could.
I’ll never recover from the feeling of her tongue rubbing against mine, gentle yet fierce.
My scalp is still tingling from her fingers, feverishly tugging on my hair like she needed to crawl inside me.
I jack myself harder, my fist working in a blur as I replay the sounds of her breathless moans in my head.
Fuck, that was so hot.
All I want, for the rest of my life, is to be the man solely responsible for those sweet little intoxicating noises.
And when she basically asked me to take her back to the room and fuck her…Jesus Christ.
Owen, I want you.
Let’s get out of here.
Take me back to the room.
I close my eyes as my balls tighten, threatening to explode as I think about having Meadow in my bed—stripped down and moaning my name as I make her come over and over again.
God, I wanted to say yes. I wanted to carry her out of that club and back to our suite, lock the door behind us, and bury myself inside her until the sun came up.
I want Meadow so fucking badly that it hurts. A restless ache coils beneath my skin at just the thought of her.
But I also saw the drunken flush in her cheeks that was more than just lust. I saw the cloudy haze in her eyes and the way her legs wobbled when my arms weren’t around her.
The last thing I’ll ever be is the piece of shit guy who takes advantage of a woman. The thought alone makes me want to vomit.
If Meadow woke up tomorrow, regretted it, and stared at me with disappointment instead of the fire I saw in her eyes tonight?
I would never forgive myself.
So even though I wanted her more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my entire life, sex was completely off the table. It wasn’t going to happen. Not tonight, at least.
But I’d be lying if I said it didn’t take everything in me to pull back.
Absolutely. Fucking.Everything.
To only kiss her when every instinct in my body was begging to drag her back to my bed and give her exactly what she wanted.To put space between us and go to our separate rooms when her body felt so right pressed up against mine.
