Dart laughs. “When your forty-five days are up!”
Owen shakes his head. “Tell her we’ll move you this weekend and be out by Monday. We can stay Saturday and pack all day, sleep there. Then Sunday, I have a game. But Monday, Dart and I will move you out.”
Dart agrees, and my heart skips a beat. “Are you sure?”
He gives me a look, and I even feel Dart looking at me funny. “Sure about what?”
“Getting my stuff. I’ll really be moved in.”
He nods. “I’m aware.”
I hesitate, and I feel Owen staring at me.
“Is that not what you want?”
Dart stands. “I’m going out. Thanks for dinner.”
He heads inside, and I meet Owen’s gaze. “Of course I do. I’m just saying it’ll be for real, for real.”
“What have we been doing?”
I shrug. “No, I know. I’m just saying.”
He searches my gaze. “Saying what? I’m confused.”
I don’t look away, and I hate the insecurity I feel. He has given me no reason not to believe he wants me, wants us, yet I find myself asking, “Do you still like me enough to want me to move in?”
He blinks. “What the ever-loving fuck? Yes, I still like you, Angie. I fucking love you.”
“Why are you so upset?” I ask, taken aback. “I was just making sure.”
Owen’s eyes are wild. “Because it’s fucking frustrating when I know we’re good and I think you know too, but then you ask things like that. You make me feel like I’m not doing enough to make you feel secure. What am I doing wrong? What can I do better?”
“Nothing, Owen. You’re amazing. That’s not it,” I insist. “I just get worried.”
“Don’t.”
“It’s not that easy.”
“Well, make it that easy because for me, it’s cut-and-dried. I love you. Completely.” He takes me by the back of the neck and pulls me to him. His eyes burn into mine, and my stomach does flips at the pure animal possessiveness that’s in his eyes. “I want you here. I want us. Believe me. Trust me. Know this, Angie, because it’s real.”
I’m breathless as our lips meet. His kiss is hungry, and I match it, just as desperate for him. He breaks the kiss suddenly, pulling me to my feet. He takes me by my hand and leads me into the house and to his room.
Or our room.
Once I’m inside, he pushes me into the door, covering my body with his. Our lips meet in a heated embrace. I love this side of him. The possessive, hungry side. He slides his hands up my thighs into the sundress I’m wearing, and with one tug, my panties are gone. I tear my mouth from his, gasping as he takes my pussy in his hand, squeezing it and dipping his thumb between my lips. He cups my breast through my dress, finding my clit with his thumb, massaging it as we kiss and our tongues play. I love when he’s rough, and I love his touch. It’s all so fucking good. It’s hard to breathe when he has me like this. And when his hand moves from my breast to my neck, I arch into him while he squeezes me with his large hand. His thumb is working overtime, and within seconds, my release comes slamming into me out of nowhere. I cry out his name, and then I collapse against the door, limp. His lips caress my cheek, moaning softly.
“Someone wanted that,” he whispers against my heated skin. “Or I’m just extraordinarily good at making you come.”
“Both. It’s both.”
He chuckles against my temple as I gather my wits. I swallow, my body still pulsating as he tries to kiss me. Instead, though, I turn us so now he’s against the door. His eyes widen, and a slow, naughty grin moves across his lips. “Fuck, you are so hot.”
I trail my teeth along his jaw to his neck while I pull his athletic shorts over his thighs. As I push them down, I lower to my knees as his cock springs out at me. I look up at him and grip him in my fist, my body burning for him. As slowly as I can, I slide my tongue along the length of him. His breath comes out in spurts and hisses. God, he’s so hot. I wrap my tongue around the head of his cock and squeeze his velvet skin and repeat all the motions over and over again. I’m rewarded with all his yummy sounds. He squeezes the back of my neck with one hand while the other holds on to the doorknob for dear life.
“Baby, I want to finish inside you.”
I’ve found he doesn’t like to come in my mouth. He’d rather be inside me, and honestly, I’m not upset by that. I love pleasing him, but who’s really a fan of come in their mouths? Not me. I suck him hard, making a popping noise before I let him go and stand, turning and pressing my ass into him. We usually use condoms, but I’m on the pill—and on a mission to make him come. He growls in my ear as he pushes me forward so that my hands go to my knees. He then guides himself into me from behind with one thrust. He takes my hip in one hand and my ribs in the other before he starts ramming into me with such need. Each thrust is beautiful, deliriously hard, and I’m on cloud nine. I love how he grips me, his fingers biting in my skin, and the sounds we make when we make love.