I can’t help but giggle as he gives my ass a light tap and strides purposefully toward our suite.
NINETEEN
Meadow
Owen carries me through the front door, his muscular arms making me feel weightless as he walks straight to his bedroom.
The door slams shut behind us, and before I can take in my surroundings, Owen adjusts me in his arms, spins, and pins me against the wall.
I wrap my legs around his waist, letting out a quiet whimper when I feel how hard he is through his swim shorts. I moan as his mouth claims me—unyielding and ferocious—our tongues tangling in an erotic dance.
"Been thinking about this all day," he growls against my lips. "The things I'm gonna do to you tonight..." His words trail off as he nips my bottom lip.
"Owen," I say breathlessly as he grinds his hips into me.
His lips find my neck, marking my skin as he sets me down and turns me to face the bed.
I instantly spot a full-length mirror with an ornate gold frame positioned perfectly in the corner of the room. An armchair sitsdirectly in front of it, so whoever sits in that chair would have a perfect reflection of themself.
Oh…
Oh my God.
This isn’t what I think it is… Is it?
"You didn’t…" I whisper, heat flooding between my legs as all the possibilities flash through my mind.
"Like what you see?" Owen asks, voice rough with desire.
How in the hell did he get this kind of mirror in here? My room is the master bedroom, and the only mirror I have is above the bathroom sink.
"How did you—"
"Turns out five-star resorts can accommodate just about anything,” he answers. “They delivered it while we were at the beach today."
Owen’s hands slide around my waist from behind as his lips find the sensitive spot below my ear.
"When you were napping on the couch yesterday, I got curious and read a little bit of the book on your Kindle,” he starts. “That scene with the chair and mirror?Fuck.I couldn't stop imagining it was you, watching yourself come apart in my lap."
Holy. Fucking. Shit.
He did not.
I swallow hard, my pulse racing. "Owen..."
His teeth graze my earlobe as his hand trails down my stomach.
"Tonight, you're going to see exactly what you do to me,” he says, voice low. “And trust me, no book boyfriend will ever compare to what's about to happen in that chair."
A thrill zips down my spine because his words aren’t a threat, they’re a promise.
There is no way I’m surviving this.
Absolutely no fucking way.
I’ve always dreamed about being the main character in one of my romance books, and now, my thighs quiver as I realize my spicy little fantasy might become a reality.
Owen guides me with his hands on my hips, pushing me gently but insistently toward the mirror and the chair. My knees brush the edge of the chair as he stops me beside it, standing behind me as the warmth of his body radiates through my thin swimsuit cover.
