“No, we don’t.” I pull the hem of his shirt up, helping him lift it over his head, putting his gorgeous chest and broad, muscled shoulders on full display.
Exhaling a hum, I lean forward to trace my lips across his warm skin, inhaling the scent of soap and cedar. I open my mouth, and salt touches my tongue. His hand slides under the hem of my skirt, and I moan as his fingers fumble inside my panties to stroke and tease me.
“Owen…” I gasp, putting my arms around his neck, and moving closer so I can seal my mouth to his.
Lips part, tongues curl, and heat floods my body. He stands, turning me to face a small desk against the wall. He unfastens my bra, and my breasts spill out. He gathers them in both hands, lifting them as his thumbs slide over my tightened nipples, as he kisses the side of my neck.
His lips travel to my ear as he kisses the shell before giving me a low order. “Lean forward…” the scruff of his beard sends shivers through my body. “...and don’t let go.”
“Oh, God…” I do as he says, gripping the sides of the desk as he lifts the back of my skirt over my lower back and takes a knee.
They almost buckle when he jerks my panties down and off before burying his face between my thighs. His tongue goes straight to my clit, circling and massaging, up and down, again and again.
Whimpers slip through my lips, and I hold onto thesolid wood. My lips part, and my eyes flutter closed as orgasm surges through my core. I do my best not to let go, but my arms shake. The tightening pleasure curls in my thighs with every stroke of his tongue.
I’m right there, right on the edge. Shuddering moans grind in my throat, and I’m just about to break when he stops.
“Owen!” I cry. “Don’t stop now!”
He huffs a laugh, kissing my shoulder as he shoves his pants down. “I said don’t let go.”
My body trembles when he slides the tip of his hard cock against my body, up and down my slippery core before finding the place and thrusting fully inside me.
He pushes me forward onto the desk, rocking his hips hard and fast as his hand slides around the front of my body.
“We’re going to come together,” he says at the back of my ear.
Two thick fingers take over where his tongue had been, circling my clit as he fucks me hard and fast doggy style. My hand slaps the top of the desk, and I push my hips back against him, needing more, deeper, faster.
“Yes…” he groans. “Right there.”
We’re feverish and desperate. His fingers don’t stop, and he groans at the back of my neck where my skin is so sensitive.
I’m on my tiptoes, rising higher with every hard thrust, and with a strangled voice, he groans, “Come, Gina.”
“Almost…” I gasp, eyes squeezed shut as my muscles tighten more with every stroke.
I hold my breath, arching my back, and when I feel the bite of his teeth against my shoulder, I cry out.
My body shudders, and I collapse forward. He catches me, holding me as we bow forward.
His stomach shudders at my back, and his groans are deep and sexy. We’re breathless, clinging to each other as we come back from that gorgeous place.
We’re still catching our breath as he steps back. He bends down and lifts me into his arms, carrying me to the bed. Leaving me a moment, he steps over to the small bathroom and returns with a warm washcloth to clean us both. Then he climbs in behind me, holding my back firmly against his chest in strong arms.
His lips press to my shoulder, then he kisses my neck, moving his nose into the side of my hair and inhaling deeply. “However long it took, despite what I went through, having you was worth it all, Gina Grace.”
My eyes close, and I wrap my arms over his, smiling as I think about how we got to this place. “Dogs are the best.”
His chest vibrates with a gentle laugh, and I close my eyes wrapped in love, shelter, and home.
“I thinkwe might have to add snuggling by the fire with s’mores to our list of favorite things.” I’m holding Maddie’s hand as she sits on her dad’s lap beside me.
She spent the morning opening presents around the Christmas tree while we all watched. Then we had a big Christmas dinner with the family—after which we called and “sang” Merry Christmas with Ladybird.
I had a fun group text with my cousins, and they sent pictures of baby Lucy having her first Christmas in Newhope. Gavin’s family was there as well, and I laughed at the photo of the dynamic duo showing off their matchingmouthguards. My heart was warm and only a little nostalgic. It looked like a fun time was had by all.
Now we’re lounging on Owen’s parents’ back deck, wrapped in blankets under the twinkle lights, watching the flames flicker in the fire pit. Britt is at the picnic table behind us arranging graham crackers and Hershey’s chocolate bars to receive the marshmallows Aiden is roasting for her.
