Page 100 of Love Me Tomorrow

My entire body tingles with anticipation.

“Three.”

“Wait,” Dominic cuts in, sounding confused, “wasn’t there an Owen on the show? The one you kicked off on the first night?”

“Two.” Owen’s finger glides down, slow and steady in the hunt, like he’s perfectly content to let me make a fool of myself over the phone.

“Dom, I’m so sorry. This isn’t a good time. The treadmill, it’s—” I whimper, loudly, as the pad of that finger makes delicious contact with my clit. My eyes squeeze shut, and I sway, back and forth, unable to string cohesive words together when everything that I am is centered on Owen gently stroking me. “I-it’s really giving me a hard time today. Gotta go! It was great talking to you!”

I hang up, throw the phone toward the rug and make a prayer that the screen won’t crack, and then plant both hands on Owen’s shoulders to keep me upright. “You’re so wrong for doing that,” I tell him, shamelessly rocking my hips into his circling finger.

Owen’s mouth curves in an arrogant smirk. “You made me come while your cat played Peeping Tom.”

“I didn’t know!” Biting down on my lip, I swivel my hips, begging for more pressure, for more of that sharp-edged dominance that he loves to dole out the minute we get naked. “He’s peculiar.”

Owen’s finger glides down, dragging through my wetness. “He’s yours,” he says simply, before using the tip of his finger to pump ever-so-gently into my heat. It’s a tease, not nearly close to satisfying, but I play the game willingly.

Between us, there’s no such thing as losing.

Owen’s finger plunges deep, just as his thumb grazes my clit. It’s an overload of sensation all at once, and I bite back a cry as I sink my hips down. The muscles in his arm tighten around my leg, keeping me still as he fucks me with his finger. It feels good, it feelswonderful, and when he takes it one step further by replacing his thumb with his tongue, I’m all but done for.

Yes, yes, yes.

I stare down at him, this big, brawny man dropped to his knees before me, and it’s enough to turn my desire for him into an inferno. The last time I was in this house, I didn’t know all there was to know about him, but I do now.

The two of us, we’re stripped down to the studs.

Raw.

Vulnerable.

And it’s for that reason alone that I feel no hint of shame when I beg, “I want to feel you, too.Please.”

His swirling tongue stops, just for a second, as he looks up at me with an emotion in his gaze that I can’t quite read. “I got the place a bed.”

It’s all he says but I nod, eagerly. “Lead the way.”

Trust Owen to do things his own way, though. He stands tall, all powerful lines and rippling ink, just as he hooks an arm behind my legs and another around my waist. He cradles me to his chest like I’m a bride, his most prized possession—but his face is all harsh lines and masculine hunger.

He turns us sideways as we enter the hall, careful not to bang my head on the walls, then takes the second door on the right. Light from the bare windows trickles in, startling in its brightness, and it takes me a moment to fully grasp what I’m seeing.

A king-sized bed backed up against the far wall.

A pale green rug rests beneath it, soft and inviting.

A white dresser sits opposite them both, sleek and glossy with brass hardware.

Twin nightstands bracket the bed, their color a more rustic off-white that’s not an exact match for the other pieces of furniture.

Tears burn behind my eyes. The design isn’t harmonious, and it certainly doesn’t go with the furniture in the living room, but when I glance up and cup Owen’s bearded jaw, I find that I don’t care in the least. For once, my HGTV-loving soul is quiet of all critiques. “You decorated the room,” I whisper.

He nods curtly, his eyes a little hesitant when they meet mine. “Expedited it all last week after you left. I hope . . . I hope you like it.” He visibly swallows, then cuts his gaze from mine. “If you don’t, it’s easy enough to fix. Doesn’t matter one way or the other. It’s all replaceable.”

Oh, Owen.

My heart beats a little faster as I grasp the back of his neck and shift myself up in his arms to kiss his neck then the underside of his chin. “I love it.”

His mouth parts with a hitched breath. “Don’t lie, Rose. I can take the truth.”

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