Page 83 of Forgot to Tell You Something

We barely make it to her apartment. Okay, I barely make it. I need my hands and mouth on this woman. Now.

I jump out of my car, grabbing the keys from her hand and tossing her over my shoulder. It’s becoming a bit of a thing with us. She whoops in surprise, but I ignore any protests.

Without a word, I carry her into the bathroom, setting her down on the tile floor. I let the water heat in the shower as I turn my attention back to Tally. She opens her mouth to speak, but I press my fingers to her lips.

Sometimes, words get in the way. We’ll let our bodies do the talking. I waste no time stripping her down, letting my hands skim along her skin. The woman’s curves are every man’s wet dream, but it’s the feel of her pussy milking my cock, which sends my body into overdrive.

Shedding my own clothes, I grasp her waist, backing her against the shower wall. I wrap my hand into her hair as I claim her mouth. The woman always tastes so damn good and now is no exception.

She’s ready for me, her tongue sliding against mine as she scratches her nails along my arms. My hand drifts down between her thighs, feeling her writhe against me as I stroke her. I love how wet she is; every time I touch her, she holds nothing back.

I push a second finger into her, curving around to tease her from the inside.

“Owen.” It’s the way she says my name, huffed out on a heated breath, that spurs me further.

My teeth scrape against the soft skin of her neck, delivering a small nip. She’s so pale, I know it will leave a mark. Now ask me if I care. “What did I tell you about talking?”

A ragged moan breaks from her lips as a third finger joins the party, and she pulsates around me. She’s so close, but I’m not letting her come just yet.

Flipping Tally to face the wall, I bury myself inside her warmth. Every time I sink into her, it’s better than the last. Her body shivers around me, and I struggle to maintain. But when a moan of ecstasy slips past her lips, it’s all over.

Fire. Pure fire.

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Iwatch her sleeping, a sated smile on her mouth—nothing like three orgasms to knock Tally out. I swear, she’s so tight, she’s going to snap my dick in two. But I love every second, and I love every inch of her.

Tally is terrified about giving us another chance, but I’ll prove what a good gamble I am. I’m not playing around. I shocked the hell out of her when I mentioned buying an engagement ring last week. What she doesn’t know is that it’s already a done deal. I’m putting a ring on her finger as soon as possible.

How someone hasn’t snatched Tally up yet is beyond comprehension. Maybe, like she said, she was waiting for me. God knows I was searching for her.

My tiny vixen turns on her side, mumbling in her sleep. I wrap my arm around her, pulling her to my chest.

This woman is everything, including a damn liar.

She’s the most adorable liar on the planet, but she’s a liar, nonetheless.

My darling Tally doesn’t have a stomach virus. She knows it, and as I run my hand along her abdomen, I know it, too.

I’ve been dropping hints that I’m aware of situation, hoping she’ll fess up, but as I’ve said before, the woman is a vault.

How many more obstacles is she going to make me dodge before she lets me back in?

I reach my free hand down to pet Hecate, curled against my leg. “You know she’s lying, don’t you?” I inquire, earning an affirmative purr in response.

My phone buzzes, and I stretch to reach it, careful not to wake Tally. When you’re an interventional cardiologist, you’re never off duty.

Only problem? It isn’t work.

It’s Charlotte. Again.

Five missed phone calls. I swear, if someone isn’t dead, they will be after this conversation. I slip from the bed and throw on my pants before strolling onto the deck. This had better be good.

“Good evening, Owen.”

Oh, hell, no. We will not exchange pleasantries like she didn’t just rouse me from bed next to a gorgeous, naked woman. “Do you know what time it is, Charlotte?”

“It’s eight o’clock.”

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