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I stared at the elevator.
Owen groaned and started toward the condo. “Oh my God. She’s never going to let me live that down.”
Chuckling, I followed him. “No, probably not.” I almost made a comment about how she wouldn’t let me live it down either, but that implied I’d be here going forward. Things still felt just alittleprecarious between Owen and me; I didn’t want to push my luck.
I was definitely here tonight, though, and as soon as the door was shut, Owen had me up against it, kissing me hard and rubbing his erection against my hip.
“God, I want you,” he growled.
“Me too.” I slid my hands into his back pockets and pulled him in tighter. “Anything you want, baby. Say the word.”
“Then let’s get back to the bedroom.” He pulled me back a step. “Where the lube is.”
I shivered, almost tripping over his feet and my own, but I kept myself upright, and in between making out and groping, we made our way toward the bedroom. Shoes came off. At some point, I lost my shirt. By the time we crossed the threshold into the bedroom, his shirt was half-unbuttoned and both our belt buckles were jingling with every move we made.
He hauled me down on top of him, fingers tangling in my hair as we kissed and ground together. I rutted against him, hungry for heat and friction andhim. When I broke the kiss and started on his neck, we both shivered—him, probably from my lips on his neck. Me, from the warmth of his skin, not to mention that familiar scent I’d been craving all this time.
“Fuck, baby,” he purred, dragging his nails up my back as he arched under me. “We need to be naked. Like now.”
“Yeah, we do,” I growled against his neck. “But then we have to stop.”
He made a soft, frustrated noise, and I couldn’t help grinning before I trailed more kisses along the side of his throat. Then he said, “Fuck it. I don’t want to stop, but it’s worth it to get you naked.” He nudged me back. “Get up and get those goddamned pants off.”
Sir, yes, sir.
I sat up on my heels, belt buckled jingling, and started undoing my fly while Owen continued unbuttoning his shirt. Yeah, it was frustrating to stop, even for a few seconds, but it was totally worth it a moment later when there was nothing left between us but heat. We picked up right where we’d left off—kissing, touching, winding each other up—and I was dizzy with both need and relief.
Somehow, I wasn’t the emotional trainwreck I’d been last time. Maybe because the guilt had been a freshly reopened wound. Maybe because, deep down, I’d known Owen hadn’t forgiven me, and that it was only a matter of time before he got his memory back and remembered how much he hated me. On some level, I’d been sure that passionate connection was fleeting, and that it would be the last time I ever touched him like this.
And yet, by some miracle, Owen had found enough love and forgiveness to take me back with open arms and open eyes.
He knew what I’d done. He knew how I’d made him feel. He knew how I’d turned his world on its ass.
But…
Somehow…
Here we were.
Holding him tighter, I kissed him a little deeper as a flurry of emotions tumbled through me. I wasn’t going to cry this time, I didn’t think, but I was definitely emotional. More than ever before—and that said a lot—I understood how much I’d lost a year ago. And more than I’d ever been in my life, I was overwhelmed with gratitude, love, and devotion. If I had to spend the rest of my days making up for what I’d done, I would. In a heartbeat. And even if I didn’t have to, I still would, because that was what Owen deserved.
I’m going to love you so much better than I did even when things were good.
That started right now, when I was going to do everything I could to leave him shaking and satisfied.
Fortunately, I may as well have had a map of all his erogenous zones and a checklist of everything that made him gasp and tremble, and tonight, I took full advantage of all of them. The way he loved it when I teased his nipple while gently holding it between my teeth, or when I swirled my tongue around the head of his dick. How he’d almost come unglued if, while I was eagerly sucking his dick, I reached down and trailed my fingertips behind his knee. How his breath would stutter and he’d whisper sharp curses when, while fingering him, I made light circles on his balls with my thumb.
All that didn’t just turnhimon either. I loved it when he was like this—squirming and arching. Rutting into my hand and mouth as he fucked himself on my fingers. When he couldn’t make up his mind, and he nearly sobbed as he begged me to both keep doing what I was doingandfuck him. I wanted to do both, too. I wanted to do anything and everything to him and for him until neither of us could take any more.
Jesus. No wonder I hadn’t been able to think about dating or even hooking up since we’d split. Not only was there the overwhelming guilt, but no one turned me on like Owen, and I didn’t want them to. His were the only hands that belonged on my body. His was the only dick I wanted to stroke, lick, deep throat.
And, I knew without a doubt minutes later as Owen sank down onto my dick, his was the only ass I ever wanted to bury myself in and fuck until we were both too satisfied to move.
“Oh my God,” he whimpered, letting his head fall back. “You feel so good.”
“So do you.” And the view… oh, fuck. How had I survived a full year without making love to this beautiful man? How had I ever been lucky enough to touch him in the first place? How in the world was he so forgiving that we were back to this? “Owen…”
He licked his lips and gazed down at me.
