I couldn’t care who was watching, or how high my dress had gone.
And neither did Owen. We were lost in his exploration, the beat, and the lustful haze of the red ambient lights.
I liked drunk Owen. I liked his risky behaviour. I liked when he let go of that ever-present self-control. Yes, he was my safe place, my rock, but sometimes I needed a partner in crime. Someone who would throw caution to the wind and be wild with me.
And drunk Owen could be wild.
“Would you like to fuck me, Agent Becket?” I purred in his ear.
He grabbed my ass and squeezed. “I’m dying to fuck you, Miss Beaumont.”
I brushed my palm over the bulge in his pants, feeling a shot of satisfaction rushing through me. “It seems you are.”
He swivelled me around, grinding against my ass with the music.
I let my head fall back against his chest, enjoying the warmth spreading through my core at the feel of his arousal.
“You in this dress is criminal.” He grabbed a fistful of it, leaving my thigh exposed. “It has me battling a hard-on all night.”
I lifted my face to his ear, trailing my lips over his neck. “Then be a good agent and get rid of the criminal dress.”
Owen didn’t need another invitation. He pushed me through the crowd, up the stairs, and out the door of the club. His hand was between my legs, making me come on his fingers as the taxi drove us home. The driver had quite the show, but I could notfind it in me to care. By the time we reached the front door of his apartment, I couldn’t hold out any longer. I wrapped my arms and legs around him, pushing my tongue past his lips, wanting to taste him. He pushed me up against the door, using his body to shield my bare ass and thighs, where my dress had ridden up.
Owen pulled away from the kiss, his eyes finding mine. “I want you, A.”
“Then have me,” I said, pulling my fingers through his curls.
His eyes were weary as they roamed over my face. “Tell me you’re mine.”
My chest squeezed.
“Say it, Princess.”
I shut my eyes against the flashing memory of the full moon, and Bentley Cove’s twinkling lights in the distance. I didn’t want the memory to sweep me away from this moment. Besides, what Owen was asking of me, was not the same as what Grayson had wanted. Grayson wanted me to swear myself to him, body and soul. But Owen only wanted reassurance that I lovedhim, that I chosehim.
“I’m yours. Always.”My own words to Grayson echoed bitterly in my mind. I might have sworn my soul away to Grayson, but he was the first to break promises. I didn’t owe him anything anymore. Besides, he threw me away.
I opened my eyes to study Owen’s face. He was kind and handsome and he wanted me. He loved me with all his heart. And I loved him. I could see myself growing old with him. It would be easy, simple—like love was supposed to be.
My heart felt light, and a smile curved onto my lips. “I’m yours, Owen,” I whispered, tracing my thumb over his bottom lip, letting the words settle in my heart. “Just yours.”
His body relaxed as he leaned in to kiss me softly. “Okay,” he sighed against my lips. I heard his keys jingle and then the lock sliding open while he kissed me slow. He pushed the dooropen and kicked it closed behind us, never stopping his slow exploration of my mouth.
He laid me down on his dining room table, his eyes roaming hungrily over my body. His fingers trailed softly over my legs to the backs of my knees, which he hoisted up. He slowly pushed my legs apart, his eyes trailing down the inside of my inner thigh.
I shivered as he pressed a soft kiss to the delicate skin on my inside thigh.
“How did I score such a beautiful woman?”
I smiled up at the ceiling, my heart feeling warm. “By having such a beautiful soul, Owen Becket,” I whispered into the dark.
“I’ve wanted you like this… It seems like forever now.”
I gasped as his tongue dipped between my folds, drinking me in like a man starved. He pushed my legs wider and grabbed my ass off the table, pulling me closer to his mouth.
His utter arousal at claiming me like this, pulsed in the air around us, caressing every inch of my too sensitive skin. It leeched into my body, overtaking my senses, my mind, pushing my pleasure into overdrive.
My body shuddered at the force of it, and Owen pulled me tighter, his mouth desperate.
