Page 26 of Easy To Lose

“Owen?” I say breathlessly. His eyes flick to mine, and I suck in a breath at the pure devotion I see staring back at me. He doesn’t say a word as I stop in front of him, my head tilting back to keep his eyes on mine. I reach out, taking one of his hands and slowly bringing it to my stomach. This is my biggest fear. My biggest struggle is that I have never—and probably will never—have a flat stomach. But when I close my eyes, feeling his fingers lightly brushing against the soft skin of my midsection as his fingers curve around my waist, tugging me closer, everything I thought I would be worried about falls away. I simply bask in his touch.

“Morgan, baby. You are…” He doesn’t finish the sentence because my lips fuse to his. I swallow the groan that leaves his throat as I pull myself flush against him. Our teeth clash as his hands grasp me under the ass and he lifts me. I wrap my legs around his waist. “Bedroom…” he groans, kissing down the column of my neck, sending little shockwaves of pleasure throughout my entire body. I point down the hall, and before I can say a word, he leads us both into my bedroom, depositing me on the bed and staring down at me from hooded eyes.

“Owen, what are you—?” I start, but he holds up his hands and stops me. My heart races as he lowers himself to the floor, his fingers dancing over the exposed skin above my thighs as he delicately and ever so slowly undoes every single clasp of my garter belt. He leans down, lightly kissing my thigh as he slowly lowers the stockings past my knees, nipping at every exposed piece of skin along the way. My hips lift, wetness pooling as he does the same to the other leg, sending my head back against the mattress, and my eyes rolling to the back of my head in pleasure.

“You have no idea how amazing you look right now,” he whispers, kissing up my stomach, past my breasts, and stopping just before my lips. His fingers find the edge of my panties once more, and I groan, loving the feeling of his skin against mine. “You. Are. Perfect,” he says between kisses as his fingers delve into my heat, causing my breath to hitch, and my back to bow off the bed. As much as I love the feeling of his fingers inside me, that’s not what I want right now. My hands make their way into his hair, grasping the loose strands and pulling him closer, my lips attacking him as my hips grind against his hand.

“Owen, please…” I beg, hoping he gets that I need more—so much more. And from the light chuckle he emits, I know he understands. Before I can react, he pulls away, his fingers leaving my heat as he stands, staring down at me. He gives me that cocky smirk of his that sends a new wave of heat straight to my core as he pulls his shirt over his head, dropping it to the floor beside him.

Fuck. He’s so freaking gorgeous, it’s not fair. It’s like I’m looking at a whole firefighters’ calendar all wrapped up in one amazing guy. Before I think better of it, I sit up, my fingers trailing over his abs, moving past his hips to land on his jeans’ waistband. My eyes move up, silently asking for permission. When he nods his head, I quickly undo his jeans, watching them fall to the floor as his cock springs free, causing my breath to catch. Commando. I don’t know why that’s so hot, but it is.

“You keep staring at it like that, and I won’t be responsible for what happens next.” His answering growl sends a shiver of anticipation through me as my eyes once more meet his, my fingers gently brushing the sides of his shaft. “Jesus, baby. Your touch feels so fucking good.” I smile as I become bolder, leaning forward to kiss the tip, loving how his knees buckle in response. But it’s not until my mouth closes over his cock, and his fingers delve into my hair that everything changes. The air in the room becomes thick with lust as I suck him deeper and deeper until he hits the back of my throat. I moan around his cock, loving the way it feels and tastes. But before I have a chance to do more, he pulls me off, lifting me and placing me in the middle of the bed. He wastes no time ripping my panties from my body as he shucks his jeans from around his ankles and comes over to me.

“You still okay?” he asks, kissing down my neck, settling between my breasts. His fingers find the clasp of my bra, and without hesitation, the garment comes loose. He tosses it away along with the rest of our clothes.

“Owen, please don’t make me beg.” He chuckles against my skin as I hear a foil wrapper being torn open, and my heart starts to race. I’ve dreamt about this moment for ten years, twelve if you count the years before everything went sideways.

“God, I’ve been waiting for this for so long.” His eyes meet mine, and for a second, everything stops. The desperate feeling evaporates, and I’m left in a moment of clarity. Before I think better of it, I reach up and cup his face, bringing his eyes back to mine. “What’s wrong?” he whispers, kissing my forehead. I give him a grateful smile, knowing that what I’m about to say is right.

“I love you, Owen.” No hesitation. The man in front of me has never wavered for a single moment. He makes me feel as if I matter; as if being myself is enough. And for that alone, I love him.

“Morgan?” His eyes search mine, waiting for the denial that he seems sure will come. But it doesn’t. “You love me?” As if the idea of me loving him is in some way impossible, when in fact, it’s the only thing I know for certain.

I nod my head, tears streaming down my face now as he gives me a full smile that takes over his entire face and steals my breath. “I think I’ve loved you for twelve years,” I admit, hoping that admission doesn’t scare him away.

“Fuck, Morgan. You have no idea how amazing it is to hear you say that…” His head lowers, his lips seeking mine as he begins to kiss me frantically. “I love you, too,” he says against my lips as he pulls away and looks into my eyes that are now full of tears. “You have always been my endgame. Even when I fucked up. Even when you hated me. I never stopped hoping that you’d come back to me someday.”

I can’t take anymore as I pull his face to mine. Our lips dance as he stills over me, his cock pressed to my entrance. All I can think about is the way he feels against me. All I can see are his eyes as he braces himself, slowly sinking into my heat. My eyes roll into the back of my head at the sensation. This is unlike anything I have ever experienced before. The feel of him inside me is a pleasure I never thought to experience, and blows every other experience out of the water.

“Fuck, baby, you are so tight…” He moans, his forehead against mine, and his breath cascading over my lips. My hips lift of their own accord, swallowing even more of him as he sinks deeper and deeper with every passing second.

“More,” I groan, wrapping my arms around his neck and pulling his lips back to mine as he bottoms out inside me. For a second, neither of us moves, we stay like that, pressed together in the most intimate way possible, just staring at each other. But then Owen starts to move and that’s when everything goes into hyperdrive. The feel of him slowly fucking me has my back bowing off the bed, my fingers digging into the skin of his back, and my eyes rolling into the back of my head.

“Fuck, yes,” Owen groans as he speeds up the pace, fucking me like I’ve dreamed about for the past few weeks. His fingers dig into my hips as he kisses my neck, sucking on the skin and sending shockwaves directly to my clit. But it’s not until his fingers find purchase against my sensitive nub that everything starts to unravel. The orgasm hits me hard and fast as I scream his name. He pistons even harder. It takes a few more strokes before Owen stills on top of me, his body locking as my legs wrap around his waist, loving the feel of him pulsing inside of me.

“Jesus…” he groans, his orgasm still sending shockwaves throughout his body that I can actually feel, making me chuckle underneath him. “That was…” he mutters, and I nod my head because right now there are no words for what just happened.

I moan as Owen slowly slips out of me, and I instantly miss his warmth. I watch as he takes off the condom and throws it into the trashcan beside the bed. As he gets back into bed, wrapping me in his arms and kissing the top of my head, I expect the nervousness to return, that feeling of the unknown settling over my skin once more. But it never comes.

“You know I meant every word,” he says against my temple as I wrap my arm around his waist and tilt my eyes to meet his. “I do love you. So much.” I smile as he lowers his lips to mine, gently kissing me.

“I love you, too,” I murmur against his skin as he pulls the covers over us and tugs me even closer.

Yup, this is what happiness is supposed to feel like.

Chapter 22

Owen

She looks perfect sleeping next to me, a sheet covering the lower half of her body, the rest of her pressed directly against my chest. The sensation of her breasts against me every time she takes a breath sends arousal straight to my cock, but I know she needs her rest. I woke her way too many times last night. I needed to feel her against me, surrounding me. Tried to savor the moment because it didn’t seem real.

I lean down, kissing Morgan lightly on her head as I hear the vibration of my phone from across the room. She stirs, pulling me closer. I smile, leaning my head back on the pillow, knowing life can’t possibly get better than this. The vibration comes again—and again and again—to the point where I know if I don’t get up, it will wake her, and I can’t have that. So, I gently peel myself from her grasp, giving her my pillow to hug as I cross the room and find my cell in the back pocket of my jeans that lay discarded on the floor.

Before I look at the screen, I take one last look at Morgan as she sleeps soundly, and then look to see which bastard is blowing up my phone. The second I see the messages, my heart plummets.

Bailey.

Bailey: Meet me at my place by noon. If not, I will send this to every person in this town.

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