I didn't know what to make of his words. Bria had told me once that I reminded her of Callie, but I hadn't thought much about how alike we were. I wondered if Donovan had noticed it - if it was what had drawn him to Callie in the first place. I didn't know whether to be flattered or weirded out.
"Donovan had you, and he was a fool to leave town, to leave you," Owen said. "Now, he's trying to replace you with Callie. That's his business. But I don't want you to make the same mistake with him twice, especially when I know that he'd only hurt you again. I love you too much for that, Gin. I do now, and I always will."
The raw sincerity burning in his violet eyes made my heart quiver in a way that nothing else ever had - especially not Donovan. I leaned forward and cupped my hands around Owen's rough, rugged face.
"I love you, Owen. I want to be with you - not Donovan. You've got nothing to worry about. Donovan is my past. I can't change that or the old memories that he stirs up in me, but you're my present - my today, my tomorrow, my future. You always will be."
Owen stared at me, his eyes searching mine as if he could somehow see past the cold, indifferent mask that I usually presented to the world and peer into my very soul. I let him look a second longer, then leaned forward and pressed my lips to his. I'd meant the kiss to be brief and gentle, but it turned into far more than that. Donovan's reappearance had shaken us both up a little more than either one of us would have liked to admit.
Owen's solid arms snaked around me, pulling me down onto the blanket next to him. He plundered my mouth like a pirate searching for buried treasure, his tongue teasing, retreating, and diving against mine again and again. Hot, demanding need pulsed through my body with every sure, quick stroke, and I ran my hands over the strong, chiseled planes of his face, skimming my fingers over the scar under his chin, his slightly crooked nose, and the faint lines that fanned out from the corners of his eyes. All the little imperfections that somehow made him so irresistible to me.
Finally, we broke apart, both of us panting and aching for more - so much more.
"You're mine," Owen said in a fierce whisper, the heat in his eyes as bright as the scorching sun. "Not his. Mine. Only mine. Always mine."
"I'm yours," I agreed, then pushed him over onto his back. "But don't you forget that you're mine too. Only mine. Always mine."
Owen growled and pulled my head down for another hard, almost brutal kiss. He wound his fingers through my hair, holding me just where he wanted to. I let him take control, let him lose himself in the emotions that were urging him on, urging both of us on.
Owen stripped off my clothes even as I wrestled with his, making sure to grab a condom out of his wallet so we would have even more protection besides the little white pills that I took. Soon, there was nothing between us. The warmth of the sun beat down, searing us through the shade of the umbrella, but it was nothing compared to the fire that burned between us.
Owen trailed kisses down my neck, stopping here and there to bite me gently, then a little harder, then a little harder still. I dug my hands into his shoulders, kneading his muscles, urging him on. His head dipped lower, and his tongue swirled lazily around my nipple before he nipped it with his teeth. Pleasure spiked through me at the sensation.
"Do you like that?" he rasped.
"I love everything that you do to me," I whispered back. "I love the way you make me feel."
Owen smiled. "Good answer. Because things are about to get a whole lot better."
He slipped a finger inside me, then another, pumping them back and forth, in and out, in and out, in a steady, furious rhythm. He leaned forward, his tongue flicking against first one nipple, then another, his faint, bristly stubble scraping against my skin, making me that much more sensitive to his touch.
"Hey now," I said, panting, my nails digging into his shoulders. "Don't think that you're going to have all the fun today."
A wicked smile curved Owen's lips, and he moved down my body and bent his head. His tongue flicked against my outer folds and then slid in deeper, then deeper, then deeper still, as if he could lick his way to the very center of me.
I arched and arched my back as if that would relieve the delicious pressure building and building inside me. But every time I was ready to go over the edge, Owen would bring me back down just a little, just enough to ratchet up my need that much more. His rich, wonderful smell filled my nose, the one that always made me think of metal, until I was dizzy with it - and dizzy with the sensation of being loved by him.
Just when I thought I was going to scream from the pleasure of it all, Owen raised his head and kissed his way back up my body. I reached up for his head, but he pinned my arms to the blanket and stared down at me.
"You're beautiful," he said in a hoarse voice. "So strong and beautiful."
"So are you."
Then he leaned forward and captured my mouth with his again.
I squirmed against him and opened my legs, wet and aching for him. Owen braced his weight on his elbows and rested his hard c**k against me. He surged his hips forward the tiniest bit, rubbing against me, but not sliding inside. Not yet. Teasing me instead. I groaned. Above me, Owen did the same, but he didn't stop his game.
Finally, I couldn't take it anymore. I slid my hands out of his hold and rolled him over onto his back, my hand moving down to capture his stiff erection.
I did the same thing to him that he'd done to me. Licking, stroking, and caressing his thick length until his hands clenched the blanket. But Owen didn't let me play for long. He reached for the condom and put it on, then pulled me up so that I was sitting on his lap. Every part of my body was aching for him, and my legs locked around his waist.
"Mine," Owen whispered a final time before sliding deep inside me.
I moaned at the length of him finally filling me after so much teasing. Back and forth we moved together, thrusting against each other, our lips and hands building the pressure, the desire, the need, that much more.
I'd been right back at the restaurant - it was deliciously good and oh, so satisfying.
All around us in the cove, the water sprayed and frothed and foamed, but we were already lost in another sort of undertow, swept away until there was nothing left but the climax that drowned us both.
Chapter 13
"Wow," I whispered when we were through. "I'll have to make you jealous more often."
Owen grinned. "It does have its perks."
I settled my head on his chest, and we lay on the blankets in silence, listening to the rush of the water in and out of the cove and watching the black shadows of the seagulls and terns streak across the sand like skittering spiders.