My hands run through his hair. “You aren’t too bad yourself.”
“Let me clean you up,” he says, attempting to get up, but I hold tight to him.
“Don’t go.”
He drops his head onto my chest, letting his chuckle vibrate through me. It feels like a luxury I don’t deserve.
“We’re just getting started, birthday girl. I plan on worshipping you until the sun comes up.”
A beam of early morning light streaks across the hotel room floor thanks to the space between the curtains. Not that either of us is asleep. Owen kept his promise and worshiped me until the sun came up. I’m blissfully exhausted, but I don’t dare close my eyes. It feels too good to be the little spoon to his big spoon, especially when he has his leg over me, ensuring I can’t make an escape.
Where in the world does he think I would rather be?
“Do you think they’d notice if we missed our flight?” I pout.
“There’s a good chance since it’s a private plane and we’re two of the eight expected passengers.”
“I don’t want to leave.”
“I want you to fall asleep in my arms every night too, baby.”
“Owen, stop.”
“Daisy, I don’t know how many trips we have to take or how many ways I need to say it, but I want you. I want us.”
“It’s not that easy?”
“But it is.”
“You’re in a post-orgasm fog.”
“Clover, for me, you’re it.” The warmth of his whispers tickles my ear. “I’m so damn stuck on you it’s not even funny. Whether you like it or not, I’m yours. I pray sooner than fucking later you’ll finally admit to yourself you’re mine too. Until then, I’ll be stuck here, waiting for you.”
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Owen
The hint of campfire smoke lingers in Daisy’s hair after our evening reminiscing around the firepit in the backyard. The taste of the marshmallow I licked from her lips after her s’more exploded all over her face is sweet on my lips.
I’m still shocked she didn’t chew my ass after I confessed to my covert meeting with her brothers. Instead, she thanked me.
She fucking thanked me.
But she didn’t kiss me again. Well, not until hours later. Apparently, roasting marshmallows and taking a trip down memory lane was all it took to ignite the flame between us.
We laughed until we cried, remembering how the Powell’s German Shepherd busted us when it opened the door of the room we had snuck into at their annual 4th of July party. When Mr. Powell showed us the dog’s trick of opening doors earlier in the day, it was cool. That night, naked and interrupted when both of us were only moments away from orgasm... not so cool.We freaked the fuck out, and I went home with blue balls. Looking back on it now, it’s funny as hell.
One minute we were laughing and the next she was climbing onto my lap. Her lips caressed my neck, the tip of her tongue teasing my earlobe while her low, seductive voice begged me to finish what we started that 4th of July years ago.
Her lips felt so good that for several minutes, I lost my head. We kissed, and we kissed, and when her hand wandered beneath my waistband, I nearly give her what she wanted. Then I ventured under her shirt, and she winced. Playtime was over.
She pouted while I put the fire out, and then I carried her upstairs to bed. She’s made it perfectly clear I won’t be sleeping anywhere else but next to her. So, we climbed into bed, with Maui between us.
And it feels good to play house. To sleep next to her every night. Having her here feels more than right, yet I’m unable to enjoy it because once we leave the privacy of the house, I’ll go back to being her big brother's annoying friend to the rest of the world. And that doesn’t sit right with me.
As we lie here in the dark, I can practically hear both our brains working overtime. I can only imagine all the different things racing through her mind. I’m sure we’re thinking many of the same things, and maybe her not wanting anyone to know where she is shouldn’t be at the top of my list, but all this one-on-one time is taking its toll on me.
“Why don’t you want anyone to know you’re here?”
