Ridiculous and silly, but it’s true.
“After he and I drop off the stuff at the donation spot—I think I’ll try the one for the elderly—we’ll come back and unload everything else. I know you’ll be tending to your plants, so we’ll make sure everything is okay. Hell, if it wasn’t already late, I’d say let’s do it all now.”
We got started later today because we went out for a late dinner with our families, so we both slept in. Then we went to lunch with my family since they flew out around four. Owen’s parents wanted us to come to dinner with them and his aunt Grace, but we had to do this. I check my phone and realize he’s right. “We could pack up and take everything back to your place.”
He nods. “True, but I have to admit something.”
I look around, bringing in my brows, confused. “About what? Did you find a snack and not share?”
He looks at me, straight-faced and oh-so guilty. “I did eat some Reese’s I found, but it’s not that.”
“Those were mine!”
“We’re an us, so they were ours.”
I throw a pillow at him playfully, and he dodges it with no issue. “We are not an us until we are married, Owen Adler. You owe me a Reese’s.”
“Fine, jeez. Sharing is caring, you know,” he throws at me, and I stick out my tongue at him. “But as I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted.”
I gape at him. “You ate my Reese’s!”
He continues, ignoring me. “Ever since the first time I came into this room, I’ve wanted to take you in that bed.”
Shit, forget the Reese’s. He points to my bed, and I raise a brow as my body turns to lava. “For real, for real?”
“So for real,” he says, coming toward me. “So, instead of taking everything back right now, why don’t I take you to bed?”
“Before we donate it to the elderly?”
He grins. “Yeah, it won’t be getting that kind of use once it gets there, so we kind of owe it to the bed, in all honesty.”
The hunger in his eyes leaves me breathless. “You may be right.”
“I am. What do you say to the plan?”
“I say, I love a man with a plan.”
He flashes that single dimple at me, making me fall all kinds in love with him once more. He takes me by the hips, and our lips meet instantly. He slides his fingers along the top of my jeans and finds the button to undo them. That’s when I realize I’m super screwed. There is absolutely no way I can hide my stomach from him.
It’s fine. He loves you. You’ve got this.
He nibbles at my neck as he pushes my jeans down over my hips before taking ahold of my IceCats T-shirt. He licks up my jaw, nibbling on my lobe before whispering in my ear, “God, you feel so good.”
I close my eyes, knowing in my soul that he is enjoying me. I squeeze my eyes shut when he pulls up my shirt, but then I know I can’t. I stop him by holding his wrist, and when I open my eyes, he’s looking at me.
“What's wrong?”
I’m breathless as I try to come up with something. “Why don’t we wait till we get back to the house?”
He eyes me, and I feel like time comes to a standstill. “So, you can wear a dress, distract me with a fantastic blow job, and get me so out of my mind that I take you from behind?”
I press my lips together. Guilty. “Oh, you’re onto me, I see.”
“Yeah,” he says flatly. “I thought it was all in my head, but now I know for a fact that you’re hiding yourself.”
“Not hiding myself, just my stomach.”
He looks at me in disbelief. “Angie, do you know how insane that is? Why?”
I scrunch up my face, positioning my hands in front of my belly. “Because it’s gross, and I don’t want you to be disgusted by it.”
His eyes are still full of disbelief. “Let me ask you something,” he says, leaning toward me. “Have I thought any part of you is disgusting?”
“No, but my stomach is.”
“Angie! This is madness. So what, we go on in life, and I’m never allowed to see your stomach?”
I sputter to get the words out. “I’m sure when I lose some weight—”
“I don’t want you to lose any fucking weight!” he yells, and I pause, holding his gaze. “I love you just the way you are. I love how it feels when I hold you, I love how you look in clothes, and I love every single dimple and mark on your skin because it’s you! You don’t need to lose weight to love yourself, and I don’t know how many times I have to fucking tell you that!”