Page 82 of The Thought of You

“That’s the one.”

“So, you’re going to leave in the morning, then?” I lift a brow, internally cringing over how hopeful I sound. There is no subtle bone in my body right now. Owen turned my limbs to mush with his magic penis.

“If that’s all right with you, angel.” He threads his fingers together in his lap, again as cool as a slice of watermelon.

It’s unnerving, but I try to muster a modicum, at the very least, of nonchalance. Shrugging, I simply say, “Fine.”

His lip twitches, and I can tell he so badly wants to smirk.

“It’s just that you have your hat and shoes on, so when you said you were leaving, I thought you meant right now.”

“I did—I do.” He rises and meets me toe to toe, his large frame towering over me. He captures my chin between his thumb and forefinger, and with his mouth hovering over mine, he adds, “I’m craving ice cream. I was hoping we could go get some together.”

“Oh. Um…” I gulp. “I’ll put pants on.”

“Good idea.” He winks, then plants a heavy kiss on my lips.

Heat spreads across my cheeks and down to my core. By the time he breaks our connection, I’m floating, and I forget what I’m supposed to be doing.

I forget all thoughts that don’t involve stripping him naked and climbing on top of him again.

“Pants, Lockhart.” He nods to his side, where my leggings landed after he tossed them over his shoulder earlier.

“I know.” I stick my tongue out as I bend over to scoop them up. “Where do you want to go for ice cream? Leopold’s is closed, but we could try somewhere else.”

“I have somewhere in mind, if you like surprises.”

“You’ll have to tell me, because I’m driving.”

“I can drive.”

“I know you can—obviously—but I’ll be driving now.”

“This is my idea. Seems like I should drive.”

I shimmy my leggings into place and bring my hands to my hips. “Then have fun with your idea alone. I’ll wait here.”

“You are the most stubborn person I know.”

“Strong-willed and independent, you mean? That’s okay. People mistake such qualities for stubbornness all the time.” I flash him a sarcastic smile.

“Fine.” He shakes his head. “You drive; I’ll give directions.”

“You could’ve just said Dairy Queen.” I roll into the drive-thru. “It’s hardly a hidden gem you needed to surprise me with.”

“I like surprising you, especially with my huge?—”

“Don’t,” I warn.

“—dick.” From the passenger’s side, Owen exaggerates an exhale. “Damn. Feels good to finally finish a dirty sentence like that.”

Flashes of his very large appendage fitting so tightly between my legs in the best, most delicious way render my body hostage.

My skin tingles with remnants of his touch and his kisses.

He gripped my hips so hard I’m sure I’ll bruise by the morning, and I ate up every second. For the first time in my life, I actually wish we would’ve recorded ourselves just so I’d have proof that it happened.

And so I wouldn’t forget a single thing, not that there’s any chance of that happening, but still.

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