Page 32 of Snowed in with the Single Dad

He shook his head and took a step towards me.

“And you want me to be the one who changes that for you?”

“There is no one in the world I would rather be with.”

“Owen,” I said again, completely unsure about how to feel about the whole situation, “I don’t know. Are you sure?”

“I’ve never been more sure of anything. You have no idea how long I have dreamed about this, Skye.”

I looked at him with about a million thoughts running through my mind. This was insane, right? I would have to be a horrible person if I did this. Or maybe I was a great person for doing it? I couldn’t think straight. Nothing in my mind was making sense. All I knew was that I desperately wanted Owen, and the longer he stood there staring at me, the more I needed him.

“If you’re not comfortable with this, I completely understand,” he said, grabbing my hand and bringing it to his mouth.

He kissed the top of my knuckles like we were in a regency-era romantic movie, and my heart started to melt once again. The heat from the fireplace on my back was searing, and I needed to get away from it, but my only option was to step toward him.

I placed my hand on his chest and looked up. He was incredibly handsome. The years that had passed since we had last seen each other had done nothing but good things for him. He should have been starring in movies, rather than producing them.

“Skye,” he said, nearly breathless.

I knew I was completely undone. There was nothing I could do anymore to resist him, and nothing I wanted to do. All I wanted was him, right now. Nothing else mattered.

In an instant, Owen’s hands were on my face and his lips met mine. He was gentle and slow, but there was a fiery intensity behind his movements. Every part of my body felt hot. The places where he touched my skin seemed to be on fire.

“Owen,” I said, pulling away. “If you—”

He covered my mouth with his, and that was the end of our conversation for quite a while. He picked me up in his arms and walked over to the bed, setting me down with a gentle ease.

His hands slid under my shirt, slowly moving across my skin and sending shots of electricity throughout my entire body. He stared down at me intently, like he didn’t even want to blink for fear of missing a single second.

I sat up on the edge of the bed so I could peel my sweater off, but he quickly reached back and took care of that for me. I lowered myself down to my back, and he climbed onto the bed, hovering over me. I glanced to one side and saw his forearms on either side of my head, holding up all of his weight so he didn’t crush me. Though, I wouldn’t have minded if he had.

Slowly, excruciatingly slowly, he lowered himself onto me and kissed the skin at the base of my neck. Instinctively, I let out a gasp at the sensation. It had been far too long since anyone had done anything to give me any sort of pleasure. And I knew without a doubt that all of Owen’s energy was going to be focused on me.

He let out a long breath as his lips worked their way up to the sensitive skin behind my ears. His breath was shallow and hot against my hair, and as I closed my eyes, he let himself relax further on top of me.

I was covered in a blanket of Owen, and there was certainly no better feeling in the world. I reached behind him and started to pull off his shirt. After it had been flung across the room, I marveled at the firm, chiseled chest in front of me.

He had just a bit of hair across his skin, and it was dark and soft as it moved against me. I wrapped my arms around the back of his neck, and pulled him closer to me, though we were already completely pressed against one another.

I pushed my lips against his, and gently slid my tongue inside his mouth. He let out a low grumble as I explored and teased. I squirmed as I felt myself getting more and more aroused. I didn’t know how much longer I could stand it. I needed him. I desperately needed him.

“Dad!” a little voice called from the living room.

Owen pulled away from me, looking completely defeated.

“That’s Cora,” he whispered.

My heart sank. Whatever was about to happen was done for the night. There was no getting around that fact. I only hoped it wasn’t done for good.

“You better go see what she needs.”

He placed one last kiss on my lips and stood up, searching for his shirt. He pulled it on and glanced back at me before he left the room.

“This isn’t over,” he said with a wink.

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OWEN

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