Without trouble, he walks us into the shower and shuts the door behind us. Steam and warmth envelope us. In that moment, in his shower, it’s like we’re in a whole other world. One I have dreamt of more times than I count.
He sets me on the ground, and I close my eyes as I tilt my head up into the warm water. It sluices down my body, warming me up, taking the remnants of the chilly snow far, far away. I shake my head and wring the water from my hair before opening my eyes. He’s standing still, watching me intensely.
We’re mostly naked and very wet, and that gives me the courage to touch him freely. My hands move to his chest. “What is it?” I whisper, looking up at him. The man is so tall Strong.
“You’re here,” Owen rasps, his voice full of emotion I can’t pinpoint before he pulls me into his embrace. “You’re really here,” he repeats in that same tone atop my head. I feel my lips start to twitch upward. Happiness fills me from head to toe. I can’t stop myself from hoping that maybe this moment is a dream come true for him, too.
“You think you’ve waited a long time for this, princess? You have no idea. You have no clue how long…” His voice cracks. He clears it. “You have no idea how long I’ve waited.”
“You have?” My head pops up to look at him as I process what he just shared.
“Years. Since we met.” He rocks my world with his confession as my belly goeswhoosh.
“That’s not possible,” I whisper, wiping the water from my face. His lips tip up.
“It is.” He rests his forehead on mine while his hands stroke my back. Pulling me closer to him. I willingly go. There is no dubt about his need. Not when he is impossibly hard and long. Harder than I knew any man could physically get.
“I didn’t think you liked me,” I blurt out. His laughter sounds rough as it echos in the shower, and I see what I have felt all this time reflect in his gaze.
Love.
Snow this is love.
Love that isn’t just a one-way street but truly and irrevocably reciprocated.
“Let’s get something straight right now.” Owen’s hand catches the back of my neck, forcing me to look up at him. “There hasn’t been a second since we met that I didn’t not like you. Get me?” he hisses, and even though a dominating side of him is showing, I’m not scared.
“I think so.” I lick my lips, and I could swear he groans as his dark eyes dilate. His fingers slide up the back of my head, through my hair perfectly. My scalp tingles, and I press myself against him. Owen’s head drops.
“I need to kiss you,” he divulges darkly, and I start to nod.
“I need that, too,” I admit honestly. He makes a deep sound. As if by sheer natural instinct, my eyes flutter shut. Hot water is running down our almost-naked bodies just as his lips touch mine for the first time and fireworks go off behind my eyelids. With one wet perfect kiss, Owen Woodman confirms what I have always wondered.
He was worth the wait.
5
OWEN
Kissing Tessa is like lighting fuel over an existing wiIdfire. I don’t see it tempering down any time soon either.
Shit, I could kiss her a handful of lifetimes and not get enough of the way her soft, plump lips feel against mine. I will never get enough of how she tastes and her sweet little sounds. I pin her sweet body against the shower wall, need flowing through me. All I can see is her. All I can breathe is my princess. Caging her with my body, I feel like a beast. Feral and running on nothing but primal instinct.
“Princess,” I groan aginst her sweet lips. Her mouth parts.
I don’t think twice.
My tongue plunders her mouth and moves against hers. I don’t pull away until we’re both panting for air, and even then I don’t stop. My lips pepper kisses on her chin and down her neck. I don’t give her a moment to give me access. Like a bastard, I pull her head back, demanding access as I lick and nip the smooth line of her neck. The silky skin I’ve fantazaised over for years. Fuck, reality is better than anything imaginable. She squirms and writhes against me, but her sounds have me hungrier.
“Need you,” I grunt.
I should have more class than this. This is our first time, but here I am, ready to rut into her like an animal in heat. I can’t seem to hold on to a shred of control.
“Have me,” she pants sexily. I take my cock out of my drenched boxers, kicking them off to the far corner of the shower. Her gaze drops as she watches me, as I stroke myself. I can feel the heat in her gaze.
“You like what you see, princess?” I taunt, but she simply nods happily. It kicks something inside of me. From beast to monster, I tug on the back of her hair. She gets the idea. Falling to her knees, she rests her hands on my thighs.
How many times have I fantasized about this? Imagined her on her knees, taking my cock into her sugary, warm mouth?
