"Owen?" I breathe, barely a sound. “Are you okay?”
His throat bobs as he swallows, eyes boring into mine.
"Meadow..." He tries to reply, voice cracking. "I—"
He exhales like something's tearing him up inside.
"You mean so fucking much to me," he rasps, his words rough and stripped bare. "More than I ever thought possible."
My heart slams against my ribs.
I reach up and cup his beautiful face between my hands as my thumbs drag along his jaw.
"So do you," I confess. "This is… I never knew I could feel this much."
His eyes search mine as if he's trying to break through to my thoughts.
For a second, I think he's going to say it. Those three little words hang between us.
Unspoken and overwhelming.
But instead, he claims my mouth with a longing that communicates every truth we can’t speak.
I surrender completely, letting myself drown in his kiss.
TWENTY
Owen
I hover between sleep and waking, sunk deep into the mattress as the duvet cover wraps our bodies in warmth. Meadow’s smooth skin presses against mine as her breath flutters over my chest.
Just when I think I’m the only one half-awake, I feel the faint drag of her fingers across my ribs. I slowly peel my eyes open and blink a few times, adjusting to the light.
The sunrise pours through the windows, lighting up the skin we’ve left uncovered. Meadow is draped over me, her lower half hidden beneath sheets. Her dark hair splays across my pillow like silk as she reaches up and trails her index finger along my chest.
She turns her head into me, her lips brushing my sternum in a featherlight kiss. I let my hand graze up her back, my palm rubbing against her soft skin as I trail my fingertips between her shoulder blades.
“Mmmm,” she hums sleepily, her voice hazy and content.
“Morning,” I rasp, pressing my lips to the top of her head.
My heart wakes up, thudding against my ribs as she places another kiss to my chest, tracing the lines of my abs with her fingers.
“Morning,” she mutters softly, nuzzling into me.
I tighten my arm around her waist, drawing her flush against my chest until the sheet falls lower, exposing more of her than I can handle this morning. I internally battle the instinct to flip us over and bury myself deep inside her again.
After last night—knowing what it feels like to have her shatter around my cock—I’ll spend every waking minute fighting the urge to get lost in her every chance I get.
Fuck…Last night.
The way Meadow looked at me in the mirror, her expression lust-drunk as I thrust up into her. The way her full breasts bounced up and down as I fucked up into her without reserve. Her eyes—pupils full-blown and cloudy with lust. Seeing Meadow finally realize how beautiful she is, watching herself come apart as I lapped up her wetness with my tongue. The way her voice got all low and raspy when she told me I could come inside her.
Jesus Christ… Everything about last night was so hot.
And with Meadow still in my lap, after we both caught our breath, I almost told her that I loved her.
Right there in that cum-soaked chair, I was one breath away from admitting that I am so ridiculously in love with her.
