Page 182 of Forgot to Tell You Something

“Just look at these things,” I mutter, hefting a breast in each hand.

“I plan to do more than that.”

I spin around, catching sight of my man lounging against the doorframe. Looks like his should be illegal. “Did you forget something?”

“Yes.” Owen takes advantage of my half naked state as he rips the underwear from my body, dropping to his knees in front of me. Without ceremony, he hoists one of my legs over his shoulder, as he buries his face between my thighs. His tongue circles my clit, drawing the bud into his mouth, and I buck my hips against him.

I forget about my ever-changing pregnant curves. Not that it’s ever been a turnoff for Owen. Quite the opposite.

All I feel is Owen’s raw and untethered desire, aimed at me. If the man was sexually ravenous before, he’s downright insatiable now.

My hands grip his scalp, pushing his face against me. His low groan of approval serves as an extra layer of friction against my overly sensitized skin. “I love when you forget things.”

“I love how wet you are,” he murmurs as his tongue lashes my clit. It’s the most exquisite agony.

“Totally your fault.”

My hands skate along my breasts as my fingers twirl over my nipples. Who knew pregnancy would turn me into such a voracious nymphomaniac?

His fingers slide inside me, and now it’s my turn to moan. “I need you.”

Owen shucks his pants, flipping me back to face the sink as he buries himself in me. “Fuck me, Tally.”

“I think that’s my line.”

His hand winds in my hair, pulling me against his chest as he thrusts deep, filling me completely. “You want to play, little girl?”

“Always. Don’t stop, Owen. You feel incredible.”

His grunting response assures me that the feeling is mutual. “You want more? I want to hear you beg for it, Tally.”

God. This man. Sexiest human being on the face of the planet. I’ll beg all damn day. “Make me scream your name.”

His hands curl around my hips as he drives his cock into me, in a relentless pursuit of my passion. He’s so deep. I’m so full. With a cry, I grab the edge of the counter and push my ass back, changing the angle. That’s all it takes to turn my body into a quivering mess.

Owen’s face contorts before he nuzzles the base of my neck, emptying himself into me. “So damn beautiful.”

He palms the curve of my belly, meeting my gaze in the mirror. “This is mine. Every inch of you. Mine.”

As his lips glide along my skin, I make a final decision about my professional future. I know that putting my guys front and center is exactly what I want for my life. The coordinator position seems so unimportant. I’m seeking a new position. “Do you think he’ll be a doctor?”

“I know he will be loved. That’s all that matters.”

I smile, leaning back against his muscled chest, watching Owen tenderly caress my stomach only moments after screwing me senseless.

That’s how it is with us. Together, we’re fire. But underneath that fire is a whole lot of love.

“You’re late,” I remind him, running my hands along his thighs.

“You’re worth it.” He drops another kiss on my shoulder, our gazes meeting in the mirror. “I was thinking…I know you wanted to wait until the summer for the wedding.”

“Your mom wants a big wedding, remember? I don’t want to look like a beached orca for the occasion.”

“I meant what I said the other day. Let’s go to the courthouse—just you and me—and get married. Then, we can have the big wedding that Mom wants next summer.” Before I can respond, his pager sounds. The man is in demand. “You don’t have to answer now, but the sooner I make you Mrs. Stevens, the better. I’ll see you at the hospital?”

I nod, giggling when his pager sounds again. “Do they think if they keep paging you, you’ll get there faster?”

“Apparently.” His lips press to mine as his tongue dances along the seam of my mouth. “I love you.”

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