From here on out, I’m giving her everything because I know each moment with her could be the last.
SEVENTEEN
Meadow
My lips lift into a slow, satisfied smile, savoring the warmth without opening my eyes.
I’m so used to waking up alone. But right now, I feel safe—anchored—held in place by the solid weight of Owen’s arms draped around my waist.
I don’t dare move a muscle, afraid that even the smallest shift might break the moment.
I want this to last forever.
The couch cushions dip beneath us, the throw blanket half-wrapped around our legs. My cheek rests against Owen’s chest as I listen to the steady rhythm of his breathing beneath my ear.
Before he wakes up, I keep my eyes closed and let myself relive a highlight reel of last night.
When Owen pulled me onto his lap, my body thrummed with adrenaline as I eased back into him.
And his mouth?Oh my God—who knew Owen Brooks was a pro at dirty talk? I guess I should have known, the man is annoyingly good at everything he does.
Speaking of being good at everything…holy shit, he knows how to use his fingers. I can still feel him deep inside of me, hitting every sensitive spot like he knows my body better than I know myself.
Honestly, the thought of getting fingered was never really something that turned me on before last night. I would rather be eaten out or just skip straight to sex.
Butthat—what Owen did to me—I would do anything to experience that high again. His touch still lingers deep in my core, branded beneath my flesh.
With every minute that passes on this trip, I’m surprising myself more and more. I wasn’t lying when I told Owen I don’t usually take control during intimacy.
I shocked the hell out of myself when I got down on my knees and started tugging his pants down. It was like my brain shut off and my heart took over, consequences be damned, as I succumbed to the moment.
And God, it was so worth it.
The way Owen looked at me when I wrapped my lips around his velvety cock made me feel like a queen.
He was so enamored by me, completely enchanted, and at the mercy of my lips and hands. I was in full control of his body and soul, unraveling him with just a touch.
I’ve never felt more wanted or more powerful.
It was like something I’ve read in one of my romance novels.
And the size of his cock…Thatis definitely something I’ve only ever experienced in my spicy books.
I’ve been with bigger men before, but Owen puts all of them to shame. I’m actually a little concerned about how he’s going to fit inside me without breaking me in half.
I’m obviously not too worried, because my thighs clench together at just the thought of Owen sinking inside me.
I feel the urge to throw myself into an ice bath, just to see if I wake up and realize that this is all a dream. I’m still not convinced that any of this is real.
Afterward, we stayed cuddled up on the couch, making out while the rest of the world slept. Instead of heated and ravenous, the movement of our lips was tender and all-consuming, neither of us wanting to rush a moment that was years in the making.
At some point in the early hours of the morning, the glow from the TV faded into the background, and our kisses slowed until sleep finally pulled us under.
Now, our limbs are tangled together as Owen holds me tightly against him.
I could stay like this forever.
When I finally peel my eyes open, I squint against the early morning sun pouring through the windows, casting gold and orange hues across the living room.
