“Ah! Owen…”
He knew he fucked her hard and rough. He couldn’t help it.
“Tell me, Gorgeous.”
“I used your showerhead.”
Fuck. Now he would get hard every damn time he would take a shower under that showerhead.
She moaned and said, “I used the stream of the showerhead and thought about you going down on me like you did just now.”
“That’s right. You want me to lick your perfect pussy every day, don’t you? Want to wake up with my head between your thighs?”
“Oh, yes. Harder…” she crooned.
“Did you miss me?”
He knew he wasn’t playing fair by asking her this while she creamed all over his dick, but he didn’t give a damn. He smacked her ass, enjoying how her jiggling flesh instantly reddened.
“Yes! I thought about you all the time!” she shouted.
Her confession made his heart leap in his chest. She didn’t forget about him. It felt good knowing she hadn’t moved on.
He came inside of her, feeling an instant high he hadn’t felt in years. He felt like he was on top of the world as he kissed Tara between her shoulder blades, grinning like a fool in love.
He straightened right away as that thought sobered him right up. What the hell was he thinking in getting involved with Tara again? He needed some physical distance to clear his head and pulled out of a moaning Tara.
“Are you okay?” he asked.
Her beautifully sated smile in response made his heart hurt. She looked good coming down from her sexual high—too damn good. He already knew that now he’d had a taste of Tara Houston again, he wouldn’t be able to stay away. Fuck.
CHAPTER TEN
Tara woke to Frankie slapping her face. “Mommy, wake up! Owen is taking us to a restaurant for breakfast!”
When had been the last time she’d slept this good? It probably had to do with all the orgasms Owen gave her last night in the bathroom. Tara still couldn’t believe they actually did that. She’d sneaked back into Frankie’s room like nothing happened. It took her a long time to actually fall asleep because hot image after image kept flashing before her eyes.
“Mom….”
“Yes. I’m awake. I’ll get up.”
Tara got up with her eyes still closed as she tried to get the knots out of her back and neck by lifting both arms in the air. When she opened her eyes, Owen openly stared at her as his eyes roamed over her breasts.
The memory of him sucking and plucking on her nipples made them instantly harden against her white camisole. Owen’s eyes went up and locked on to hers. He probably had the same vision as he winked mischievously.
“I left Funny Ears in the bathroom,” Frankie said as she dashed out of the room.
Tara quickly hopped out of bed, in search of her robe. After looking all over for that stupid thing, she found it dangling from Owen’s forefinger.
“You were looking for this?”
His cheeky grin made her almost go up on her tippy toes and kiss the man stupid. Even though she was well aware that he was still mad at her, his playful teasing filled her stupid heart with hope that maybe he could someday forgive her.
“Thanks,” she said as she slipped her arms into the sleeves of the robe he held open for her.
He leaned in from behind as he wrapped the left half of the robe around her body toward the right. His hand skimmed the underside of her breast as he found the terry cloth tie inside the right side of the robe. He skillfully brought the two ties together and tied them in a bow that secured the robe snugly to her body.
“Oh, the things I would do to you with these ties wrapped around your wrists…” he whispered in her ear. She instinctively pushed her bum against him, finding him already hard.