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“Is that so?” She bites the corner of her lip. “And just how would you steal my virginity then?”
“Not like a thief in the fucking night, I can tell you that much.” I growl. “You deserve better than that shit.”
“You’re getting flustered again, Owen.” She smiles, her grin so tender, it actually feels like she’s strangling my heart with it. “I’m not a virgin. And I’m also on the pill, so don’t worry.”
Hearing her say that she’s no longer a virgin and is on the pill should comfort me, but all it does is drive me insane with fury.
“Who was he?” I bark, my fingers digging into her thighs.
“I’ll tell you who he was if you tell me the name of every woman you’ve ever been with. How does that sound?”
“Time-consuming,” I reply, my shoulders slumping in defeat.
“Look at me, Owen,” she orders, lifting my chin to stare into her eyes. “We have tonight. You and me. Isn’t that enough?”
I’m not sure if it’s the whimsical tone she uses on me, or the way her stare looks into my eyes like she sees me, really sees me, that has me falling completely under her spell.
“It’s more than enough. It’s everything,” I reply sincerely. The way her gaze softens, her cheeks flushed and perfect, has me mesmerized, pulling me deeper into this rabbit hole I have no wish to ever climb out of.
“Keep the fucker’s name, princess. Before the night is through, you won’t ever remember him ever again.”
CHAPTER NINE
Colleen
“You’ll never remember him ever again.”
He says it with such passion, with such certainty, that I'm almost inclined to believe him.
As Owen stares into my eyes, his green emeralds sparkling with such life, I finally see what the fuss is about. This man can make any woman feel special. No, it’s more than that. He makes me feel like I’m the only woman in the world and if he can’t have me now, he’ll succumb to pure madness.
It’s a heady feeling having this type of power over someone.
Like I can shatter him with just one touch.
To say that I was unprepared for this turn of events is the biggest understatement of the century. I don’t think any woman Owen has been with could have ever fully prepared herself to be the sole focus of all his desire and attention. I know I’m having one hell of a time keeping myself centered. In fact, all I want to do is let him take the reins from my hands and do with me what he will. Which is so unlike me.
I like control.
Scratch that.
Ineedto be the one in control.
I’ve always refused to sit in the passenger seat of my own life. I might play by my mother’s rules and try to live up to her strict expectations, but I’ve always been my own woman. But right now, in this very second, I don’t want to belong only to myself—I want to belong to him.
“I must be losing it,” I whisper nervously, while my body begins to shiver in his embrace.
My breath catches when Owen runs his thumb over my lower lip, tugging at it like he wants to take a piece of me home with him once this is done.
“You’re not lost, princess. I got you right where I want you,” he says, licking his lips hungrily at me.
I want to reprimand him for calling me such a nickname, but it beats the previous one he called me earlier. It hits me that tonight I don’t want to be the Northside’s notorious Ice Queen. I want to be his princess, fragile and in need of saving. We both know I’m neither of those things, nor is Owen Prince Charming. But we can pretend. For tonight at least.
Just for tonight.
Owen seems perfectly content in just watching me, taking in this moment for a little longer, but I’m too anxious to feel him inside me.
Dear Lord, I’m about to have sex with Asheville’s notorious playboy.
