He turned her around by her shoulders, got into her face and snarled, “Or what? You’ll pack up and leave me? You think I’ll let you take away my daughter from me a second time?”
She felt his anger pouring off from him in waves. While she had been fighting her attraction to him and fantasizing about what kind of perfect family they would make—Owen was trying to keep his anger in check so he wouldn’t throw her out on the streets where she belonged.
“This isn’t going to work…” she said mainly to herself.
“I ought to spank some sense into you,” he said in a low voice that told her he’d really meant it. What in the world? She stepped back and bumped her jiggly ass against the counter.
“If you think I would let you touch me, you’re delusional.”
Owen grabbed the edge of the countertop with both hands, caging her in. She closed her eyes, willing the pain to go away of secretly longing for someone who hated her from the bottom of his heart.
“Maybe you’re the one being delusional…” he said.
Her breath hitched when Owen’s thumb brushed over one of her hard nipples shaving against her white camisole.
He tweaked her nipple through the fabric like he owned her body even after all these years.
She shot a hand out, resting it on his hard abs. “We need to stop…”
Her pleading sounded insincere even to her ears.
“Yeah? You want me to stop?” he asked with a humorless laugh. His thumb hooked her panties to the side before two fingers teased her entrance.
She shook her head but didn’t tell him to stop. Her legs trembled as he slid his fingers through her folds, slowly smearing her juices up and down.
“So fuckin’ wet. You’re dripping for me.”
She moved her core against his fingers as he teased her entrance.
“You like that?”
She nodded.
“You want more?”
She gazed up into his eyes, trying to read him. What was he playing at? She was lost in lust and in desperate need to come, but what was his deal?
“I thought you hated me…”
He pulled his hand away, picked her up by her sides and placed her on the counter in front of him.
They’d been in this predicament before, when he had her exactly like this in front of him in the motel bathroom.
And just like the night before, she wanted him. Oh, God, she really did. Even for one night. Even if he hated her—she still needed this.
CHAPTER NINE
He moved his hips against her, pushing her legs wider as his crotch found her warmth.
“I fuckin’ hate you for what you did, Tara. But my dick doesn’t give a fuck. He still wants in. He remembers how soft and warm your pussy is. How good it feels when you have my dick in a chokehold.”
He hadn’t been able to sleep all night, knowing that his Tara was just a few feet away, sleeping under the same roof in nothing but those fucking skin tight white tank top and matching panties.
Tara had tried to avoid him tonight by going straight to bed along with Frankie. But he’d caught her slip inside Frankie’s room in her skimpy pajamas. He wanted her just as bad as when he first laid eyes on her seven years ago at Jenny’s Mountain Bistro. Tara had this look of innocence combined with a certain mystique that drove him wild.
She still had that same look. He couldn’t fathom what had possessed her to leave him without a trace. At least she hadn’t known she was pregnant with his child at the time. That was at least something.
He thought he finally had fallen asleep and dreamt about Tara opening his door in the middle of the night. When he realized she was really standing at his door, he’d kept still, hoping she would go away thinking he was fast asleep. But his mind wandered back to her dark areolas shining through her white top. His dick had instantly got rock hard at picturing those big tits moving under her top with every step she took.