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know what’s even better?”

“What?”

He gave me a wicked grin, then leaned down and kissed the side of my neck.

“This.” He kissed the other side of my neck. “And this.” He grinned again.

“And especially this.”

He lowered his lips to mine.

I opened my mouth, my tongue darting out to meet his. We kissed hard and deep,

our tongues crashing together again and again the way the pillows had moments

ago. Heat roared through my body, sweeping away everything else but this

moment. All I thought about was how warm and strong Owen’s body was pressed

against my own, how his rich, metallic scent invaded my lungs, how he still

tasted of the chocolate cheesecake we’d had for dessert.

We kissed and kissed, our hands eagerly roaming over each other like a couple

of teenagers getting hot ’n’ heavy. Owen drew back, his violet eyes even

brighter than before. He grinned at me again and lowered his mouth to mine . .

.

Just in time for me to bop him in the head with a pillow I’d sneakily grabbed

while he’d been distracted.

Owen blinked in surprise.

I grinned. “I’d say that makes us even now, wouldn’t you?”

He growled, threw himself onto the bed, and plastered his body on top of mine,

kissing and kissing me until my laughter faded into soft moans of pleasure. We

rolled back and forth on the bed, stroking, caressing, and yanking off each

other’s clothes until we were both naked. I shivered as Owen trailed his

tongue down my chest, then started teasing my nipples with his teeth. He

groaned as I took him in my hand, skimming my fingers over his thick, hard

length. Soon we were moving together harder and faster, each kiss, touch, and

caress bringing exquisite pleasure.

All too soon, we were ready to come together, and Owen reached out for the

drawer on the nightstand where he kept a box of condoms. I took my little

white pills, but we always used extra protection. He reached . . . and reached

. . .

And fell off the side of the bed.

I froze, my eyes wide. A second later, a low groan sounded. I leaned over the

side of the bed.

Owen lay on his back, pillows haphazardly sticking out from under his

shoulder, ass, and leg. “Ouch.”

“Well,” I drawled, “at least the pillows broke your fall. Sexy, Grayson.

Dead sexy.”

“Hey, now. Don’t mock a man when he’s down,” he grumbled.

I snickered. Owen gave me a mock glower, which only made me snicker again. But

I took pity on him, grabbed a condom out of the drawer, and got down on the

floor with him. “Poor baby,” I crooned, unrolling the condom and covering

him with it. “Want me to see if I can kiss it and make it better?”

Owen drew me down on top of him and started kissing my neck even as his hand

drifted lower and lower, his fingers rubbing slow circles as they dipped

between my thighs. “How about I do the kissing?” he murmured.

I drew in a ragged gasp. “Okay.”

Owen grinned, flipped me over onto my back, and put his mouth where his

fingers had been. His tongue darted in and out as he kissed and licked and

sucked all my sensitive areas. My fingers twisted in the pillows, and I moaned

and rocked forward, riding the hot, electric waves of pleasure cascading

through me.

Just when I was about to climax, Owen wrapped my legs around his waist and

plunged into me with one long, smooth stroke. I drew him down on top of me,

both of us kissing, moaning, and moving hard and fast until we came together.

Funny thing, though.

We never did finish watching that movie.





16

I managed to hang on to my good mood right up to when Deirdre and Finn

strolled into the Pork Pit arm in arm at one o’clock the next afternoon.

“Right on schedule,” Bria muttered.

“At least she’s punctual,” Silvio added.

Bria glared at the vamp, who shrugged and went back to his tablet.

Silvio had been at his usual seat at the counter since this morning, but Bria

had only shown up five minutes ago to meet the pair for lunch. She watched

Finn escort his mother over to their booth in the corner and help her sit

down.

“He never does that for me,” she said.

I threw a dish towel over my shoulder and waggled my eyebrows at her.

“Jealousy does not become you, my dear.”

Bria snorted. “Jealous? I’m not jealous. I’m just sick of her. Even when

Finn and I are alone together, she’s all he wants to talk about. I swear, if

I hear one more story about how adorable he was spitting up as a baby, I’m

going to throw up myself, all over the two of them. We’ll see how adorable

they think that is.”

Her blue eyes glimmered with dark anticipation. The more Deirdre came around,

the snarkier Bria got. I kind of liked this sassier side of my sister. Or

maybe I just wanted someone around who thought Deirdre was as insufferable as