Page 63 of Forgot to Tell You Something

“So worth it,” I mumble, barely able to form a coherent sentence. With a grunt, I push myself to a sitting position, my legs dangling off the edge of the table. “What am I going to do with you?”

“Love me.” Owen sinks to the ground, peppering my calves with kisses. “I’ll gladly stay on my knees until you forgive me.”

I skate a finger down his nose and across his lips. “You can’t solve things with sex. Even our mind-blowing sex.”

“I’ll make you a million promises, but you have to be willing to believe them.”

“What promises do you plan to make?”

“To love you. Not just on good days, but on the really tough days. On those days when you question why you’re with me, or how we were ever a good idea. I promise to always put you first—before any job, career, friend, or family. It will always be you before anything else. I promise—”

I press my fingers against his lips, sinking onto the carpet next to him. “Those are really big promises.”

“It’s a really big love, Tally. I told you, I’ve never felt this way before. I won’t give up on you. On us.”

He’s right. It’s the biggest damn love I’ve ever known.

I move my lips over his, tracing the outline of his full mouth, and earning Owen’s grunt of approval. “Shall I take you home and have my way with you?”

“I’ve been praying for that all night.”

* * *

Owen doesn’t leave in the middle of the night. I wake up tangled in his arms, his lips pressing against my hair.

“Good morning,” I murmur against his chest as he stretches beneath me.

“It is when I wake up next to you.”

It’s uncanny. Last night, he ravished every inch of me. This morning, he’s a teddy bear, snuggling against my curves.

He’s my perfect. There’s no other explanation.

“You want coffee?”

Owen nods, running his fingers through my hair. “What are you doing today?”

“I’m assisting Beth at the shelter for a couple of hours. There’s a new resident, and she’s having some issues adjusting. I thought I could help.”

“I’ll go with you.”

“You don’t want to spend your day off at a shelter. Although it’s a terribly sweet offer.”

“You can make it up to me.” There’s Owen’s infamous smile, his Cheshire cat, my dick is hard, grin.

I love that grin.

“Race you to the shower,” I giggle, jumping from the bed and making it four steps before his arms grab me, tossing me over his shoulder in a fireman’s hold. “Hey, no fair. You’re so much taller.”

He smacks my ass before dumping me onto the bed, his form descending over me. “Too bad you didn’t establish any rules.”

“You’d only break them anyway,” I murmur as his mouth begins its southerly descent.

“Which is why you need to forget your rules. Make some new ones with me.”

He makes a damn good point. But for now, I have more pressing topics on my mind.

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