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“This is incredible. I can’t believe you went to all this trouble for me.”
“You’ve done all this work to ensure your sister’s day is the happiest it can be. I want you to have good memories of this trip too.” He tops up my wine glass.
There’s no denying the flutters in my stomach. Except for my sister and my grandmother, no one has ever been this thoughtful to me. I know I’m a bit of a perfectionist, but it’s mostly for other people. I’ve had boyfriends – not a lot and none that I’ve had the same connection with as Owen in as short of a time. I’ve been on elaborate dates, designed to impress me and by extension, my famous sister. But this doesn’t feel like it was contrived to impress me. It feels like Owen thought about how to make me happy.
It feels special. It feels relaxed and fun. Almost like we’re a real couple.
And it scares me. This might feel different from any other relationship I’ve had in my life but that doesn’t mean it won’t end up the same way. I can’t even really call it relationship. What is it? A one-night stand where there might be a repeat performance? A flirty friendship? A holiday hook-up that’s exciting because we’re practically strangers but will fizzle if we tried to believe it’s something more?
“Hey, did I say something wrong?” He searches my face.
I swallow hard, not wanting to ruin this perfect moment. “No, you said everything right.” I try to smile, but it feels wobbly.
Owen frowns. “Tell me.”
I shake my head and he pulls my plate of cookies away. “Nope, not until you tell me what has your eyes filled with sadness.”
“It’s stupid, but I feel attached to this place.” I bite my lip. “To you. And after the wedding, it’ll be a happy memory, but it will still just be a memory.”
Owen stands from his side of the table and walks to me, sitting and wrapping his arms around me. I lean against him, and he blows on the fluffy, furry pom-pom of my toque as it tickles his nose. “It doesn’t have to be over, Sweetness.”
I sniffle. “What’s the point, though? We just met.”
He hugs me tighter. “The point is that we met. And ever since that dinner at the airport, I’ve spent every morning since excited to wake up and see you.”
“You make it sound like Christmas morning.”
He huffs a laugh. “It could be better than Christmas morning.” He pauses, his voice low in my ear. “At least it could be if you feel the way I do.”
I go still. Is he saying what I think he’s saying?
10
Owen
Serena goes still like a statue in my arms. I count my heartbeats, hoping like hell I didn’t scare her off by admitting the truth. I couldn’t hold it inside, not after the amazing day we had together. Not sitting here watching her laugh and smile, feeling like I’ve known her forever. That kiss in the sleigh was the melting point. I couldn’t resist stealing a kiss every chance I could and holding her hand as we swept through the trails felt like bliss.
But it’s not enough. The thought of not being with her makes me restless. Anxious. I had the same feeling in the weeks leading up to me leaving for training in Vegas, but this is somehow worse. Like I could be losing something important. I tilt her chin around, capturing her lips in a fierce kiss. Sharp teeth nip my lower lip and I groan. Serena pulls away from me, but only so she can stand and turn around. The picnic table is too small for me, so I get up, ignoring her protest and unzip my jacket.
“You’re going to freeze,” she says.
“I won’t.” I head to the corners of the large wooden gazebo and release the heavy curtains. The gazebo is out of the wind, nestled in a copse of trees and shielded by the barn that Kevin’s wife uses as her paint studio in the summer. With the curtains closed, and the patio heaters going, we’re enveloped in a cozy, golden warmth. I push the picnic table to one side and use the cushions and blankets to make a nest for us. Serena’s eyes are glowing when I reach her and pull off her toque, gossamer strands of her dark red hair sticking to the wool. I smooth her hair, brushing it back behind her ear and pull down the zipper of her coat.
“I won’t freeze because you make me so hot, I’m surprised I haven’t melted the snow outside.”
She smiles and shrugs off her jacket, tugging me down to the pile of blankets with her. She swings a leg over me, settling her ass directly over my cock. “I’m not convinced I won’t turn into a snowman. I need some of your heat.”
I grip her hips and roll her over my lap, my pulse spiking at the sweet pressure. As much as I love her weight in my lap and the way she grinds her pussy down over the front of my pants, I need more. I roll her to her back and yank her leggings down, baring her pussy to me. I swipe my tongue through her center, and she moans. “Still cold, baby?”
She shakes her head. “N-no.”
“I’d love to suck on those sweet tits, if you’ll lift your shirt.”
Serena pulls her shirt up and I pull the cups of her bra to either side of her luscious mounds, plumping them up between the taut fabric. Her nipples are as hard as diamonds as I flick them with my tongue until her head is thrashing. I kiss my way down her body, spreading her thighs. “You ate all the nanaimo bars, so I get to feast on you for dessert.”
I thumb her clit, circling it until her hips thrust up and then I lower my mouth, dragging my tongue against her hot flesh, licking her until her moans are breathless. I suck her clit between my lips and her hands tunnel through my hair, pulling me tight against her. She chants my name as her body quakes under my mouth and unzip my pants, rising to my knees over her. I push my cock deep inside while her body contracts around me. I wait until her body accommodates mine and her hips tilt up.
“More, Owen,” she says clawing at my shirt.
