Page 78 of Forgot to Tell You Something

He pushes me against the bay of lockers, his hands curving around my hips. “Are you saying that you don’t miss the feeling of my cock inside you? My tongue on your pussy?”

This man and his dirty talk. It’s sexual lighter fluid. One sentence, and I’m a flaming torch. I move my gaze upwards, devouring every inch of him. I know it’s a blatant eye fuck, but hey, Dr. Stevens is hot as hell. “I’m not having this conversation.”

He smiles, winding his hand in my hair. “Why not? You’re the cause of my frustration.”

“You know where I live.”

“I know where Iwantyou to live, but you’re a stubborn, gorgeous pain in my ass, and you won’t do it.” He shakes his head. “You’ve been distant since the other night. Remember, I can’t fix it if I don’t know what’s wrong.”

I bite my lip, staring at the ground. I know that I’ve been distant, although I hoped I wasn’t obvious. But I’m having issues feeling relevant in this golden god’s world.

There, I admit it. Sue me. Granted, I’ll only say it to myself because I’m not voicing those words aloud.

Owen strokes his finger along my cheek. “I’m sorry I embarrassed you the other night. It wasn’t my intention. I just want to help you.”

A flush washes over me as he hits the nail on the head. “I don’t need your charity.”

“It’s not charity. It’s love, Tally. Hasn’t anyone ever spoiled you?”

The sad fact? Never. I shake my head, nausea mixing with tears. “I took care of them.”

“And now you take care of your Dad. You’ve spent your life taking care of other people.”

“It’s what I do.”

His fingers curl around my nape, offering a subtle caress. “And whatIwant to do is take care of you.”

Okay, I suck at emotional moments. I cover them with sarcasm and jokes, which are far less painful than showing my true vulnerability. “How many sexual favors will be involved in your assistance?” I inquire, giving him a wink.

Owen huffs out a laugh, shaking his head. In exasperation, likely. “I’m about to turn you over my knee, Tally; spank the sass out of you.”

“Don’t tempt me with your promises, Owen. I’ll bend over right here.”

His hand smacks against my ass, and I startle as the sound echoes off the walls. It’s unexpected and hot as hell, firing up every nerve cell. “Please do. I’ve got several days of pent-up energy, all aiming for you.”

I roll my eyes, but his words flame me to the core. I ache for Owen. Never mind that the image of sweat dropping off his tattooed muscles is enough to make me swoon.

“Don’t roll those gorgeous eyes at me. You remember what happened the last time you did that, don’t you?”

Do I ever. It started with Owen tossing me over his shoulder in a fireman’s hold and ended with him buried inside me. A delectable experience, but my ever-present nausea interrupts my trip down memory lane.

“Tally, you okay?”

Not even close. With a strangled whimper, I push past him and sprint for the bathroom, losing the contents of my stomach for the second time today. How is there anything left?

I think I’d better give up on eating. It’s hazardous to my health.

Get a test, Tallulah.

Shut up, brain.

I dally in the bathroom, hoping Owen will grant me some privacy. Even better, I’ll circumvent those inevitable questions if he’s gone.

I emerge a few minutes later, my insides settling after my latest round with the toilet. “Stupid stomach virus.”

“Are you still sick?”

Shit. He’s still here. “I’ve got that bug that’s going around.”

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