Page 61 of Forgot to Tell You Something

“We should watch it.”

“I was actually headed to my favorite spot to do just that.”

He presses my palm to his lips, that sultry smile on full blast. “Am I special enough to join you in your favorite spot?”

I consider his question, before returning his grin. “Hmm, I suppose I can make an exception and allow a visitor. Come on.”

This is where knowing people comes in handy. I became buddies with the head of maintenance years ago, and he gave me an access key to the roof of the hospital. It was for when I needed to cool down and not making out with a handsome doctor, but my friend will have to understand.

To some, the meteor shower might seem a dull way to spend an evening, but I’m a total geek. I’ve been an avid stargazer since I was a child and my father would lie with me under the stars, telling me the myths surrounding the constellations.

“Ta-da,” I exclaim as we step onto the roof.

“This is seriously cool, Tally.”

“I got the hookup.”

His hand cups my ass, his fingers sliding along my inner thighs. “You’ve got more than that.”

I swat his hands away. “Behave.”

“No way in hell,” he volleys back, settling down against a brick column. “Come here.”

I sit next to him, but apparently, that’s not close enough for Owen. He picks me up, setting me in between his legs, his arm locked across my chest. I try to keep my breathing even, but it’s a lost cause. I’m all fireworks and fairy dust where this man is concerned.

“Do you come up here often?”

“Not enough, but I love it here.” I lean back against him, melting into his embrace. So much for willpower. “Do you have a favorite spot?”

He smiles against my ear. “I do.”

“Where is it? The mountains in North Carolina?”

“Inside you is my favorite place in the world.” Owen presses a kiss to my pulse point, which is now racing from his words.

I’m losing all grasp on reality, not that I stand a chance with Owen in my vicinity.

A bright streak catches my eye, and I raise my hand to the sky. “Did you see that?”

“No, I was watching you.” His talented hands push my hair from my neck, every graze leaving sparks in his wake.

“I’m not nearly as interesting as a meteor shower.”

“I beg to differ. You’re intoxicating, actually. I want to kiss every inch of you.” His hands slide to my thighs, those talented fingers wrapping around my legs.

As another star streaks across the sky, Owen creates his own brand of fireworks inside my body.

“Are you keeping track of your wishes?”

“Absolutely.” It’s true, although I’m not sure what to wish for anymore.Then it hits me.

A love bigger than the oceans, wider than the starlit sky, and stronger than a hurricane. One that can survive anything God or man throws its way.

“What did you wish for?” His breath is hot at my ear, firing up every nerve ending.

“I can’t tell you, or it won’t come true.” I hope it’s a good enough answer. I should know better.

Owen grazes his mouth along my neck, delivering a series of small nips. “How can I make any of your dreams come true if you don’t tell me?”

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