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Our future.

I attacked. I devoured her mouth on a pained groan, and she gave me a gasp before returning in kind. Our lips shaped perfectly as our tongues met in a reminiscent dance of desperation. Lights imploded behind my eyes as a fire was ignited from deep within.

“Please, baby,” I whispered between us. “Don’t leave again. I don’t think I can take it if you up and leave me again.”

“No more running, Owen. I promise I never will again. I’m here for you, and I will stay and fight for you, like you have for me.”

This fucking woman.Alexis was giving me everything I had hoped and dreamt of ever since I lost her. To have her back was a blissful illusion I never wanted to wake from.

Chapter 31

ALEXIS

I didn’t know how we got to the ground, sprawled over his picnic rug, but that’s where we ended up, an assortment of stroking limbs and moaned promises as we explored each other again.

Owen tried to keep it PG as he kept his hands firmly on my face or back, never venturing into dangerous territory while he kissed the shit out of me.

That’s not what I wanted. I had waited long enough— four years was long enough. Which is why I did what I did next.

We were lying side by side when I retracted from his embrace. His eyes sparked with panic, which quickly transitioned into pure lust as he watched me. My fingers trailed up my thighs, beneath my skirt, to methodically slip my thong down my legs.

Owen examined my actions with single-minded rapture, licking his lips at my wanton display. He didn’t move an inch, frozen into an inanimate state.Oh, no, that won’t do.

Feeling bold, I chucked my panties to the side and reached for his waistband. Then, I pushed his pants and boxers out of the way until I found what I was searching for. His beautiful shaft throbbed in my palm, all hard and rigid, begging for my caress.

Owen’s rib cage collapsed beneath his shuddering breaths as his eyes lapsed shut. “This isn’t very romantic, Lex. I want to take you out. Wine and dine you. Spoil you. You’re perfect. And I want our first time back together to beperfect.”

“Is this not perfect?” I replied. Owen hissed as my hand massaged his balls. “I don’t care if we’re out in the open, or that we’re on top of your picnic rug. We’re atourspot, Owen. Where we had all our firsts. Thisisperfect. Touch me, baby…Please.”

That was it. After my panting speech, there was no way he could hold back. And he didn’t. Before I finished my last plea, his hands and lips were back where they always should have been.

The way he held me, the very impression of his fingerprints took me back to another time. The very last time we had made love.

Over the years, I had repeated that scene in my mind, letting it play out to push me through the days where I really felt alone, where I truly missed him.

And now that it was all real, I couldn’t help but give those words life again, connecting us back together in a sense of belonging and healing.

I disengaged from his lips until he opened his eyes to meet mine. They sparkled in front of me, the only light in the night sky—the only light I’d ever need.

That’s when I gave them to him, those same words that I had whispered so very long ago.

“Owen? I feel like I haven’t seen you in forever. Come here, baby. I need you.”

He immediately understood, accepting them with a quick kiss as raw emotion took us over. And just like before, he slid on top of me as I welcomed him into my embrace.

We were pressed so close as if our bodies would collide at any moment to form one single entity. And based on his rigid length and my dripping centre, we couldn’t wait any longer.

I tilted my hips and dug my nails into his shoulders, silently begging him to enter. To take me as his.

Owen stalled at my entrance, his critical gaze roaming my features, analysing for any resistance or regret. He wouldn’t find any.

Shifting my pelvis, I accepted the head of his cock inside me, the intrusion tight and oh, so welcome.

We both sighed as Owen ever so slowly pushed deep and true, my inner walls contracting and stretching to accommodate his size.

Once he had entered to the very hilt, he paused, relinquishing his weight until I was crushed beneath.

I whimpered with need, unable to resist any part of him. I proceeded to scatter kisses over his face, throat and jawline—wherever I could reach.

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