Chapter 77 Seventy Seven
AMELIA XAVIER
The past two weeks had been nice; the weather, warm and Owen was the sweetest. Although he had to catch up with a lot of things after Ash Winters death and the trouble he caused, he still came home in time. I sat by the pool coping, my legs in the water while my laptop sat on my lap. I needed to get back to work — the main reason I came to Paris in the first place. A lot of things happened these few months and I was ever grateful it ended on a good note.
“Kayla Xavier, you moron…” I cursed receiving the third rejection today. That lady was too proud of her achievements and frustrated me as though to insult me.
“It's Rodriguez now, damn it.” Someone corrected, making me turn sharply at the direction the deep voice came from. Owen.
My lips broke into a smile as I waited for him to come closer. Owen planted a kiss softly on my temple and kissed my hair with his fingers tucking a few strands behind my ear. “You're home earlier than usual,” I said and he shrugged offering his hand and I could took it. He pulled me up and I shut my laptop. “Just wanted to spend some time with my beautiful princess,” he cooed. I chuckled.
“Come in, I'll make pancakes, just the way you like it.” He kissed my sealed lips. No. He stuck out his tongue and licked it which sent a wave of shivers down to my toes leaving a tingling sensation on my skin. I sucked in air to keep myself from moaning.
It's just a damn kiss, stop it!
I scolded myself. “And the sky might shower like crazy,” he added and I raised a brow, giving him a questioning look. “It's true, though it's just a mere speculation,” he sagged his shoulders. I shrugged.
All of a sudden, he scooped me up in his arms, his muscles flexing. I screamed and shut my eyes. “Why the fuck would you do that without warning!” I yelled, kicking my legs up in the air. Owen laughed, his dimples visible and the light in his eyes brightened. “Should I drop you?” He asked, losing his hold on me. I clutched his neck screaming, “Don't you dare Owen Winters!”
“Then let's go in,” he whispered.
Owen was right after all.
An hour after we came in, it started to drizzle. The smell of freshly baked pancakes wafted through the air as I stared out the large glass door that gave a fine view of the pool.
Owen had wrapped me up in a warm blanket leaving me with a book and hot chocolate.
Power of the pussy.
I read, trailing my fingers over the book cover — smooth and simple design. “I should read this?” I asked rhetorically, picking up the book to glance through the pages.
“It's nothing serious though, if you don't like the book I can get something else,” Owen said, coming into the room with a plate full of pancakes. “I've not even read it. I kinda like romance. The ones where the guy ties her up and fucks her till she can't remember her name.”
Owen laughed pushing the plate towards me. “Should we recreate? Trust me, you'll love it,” he muttered in that husky voice that made me want him to claim every part of me — not like he hadn't.
I shivered, scolding myself internally.
Stop falling for him. It's just a voice.
A voice that did wonders.
“Hmm. I don't know, can you handle me?” I teased taking a bite from the pancake in my hand. It was soft and tasted divine.
“Says the person who moaned my name and cummed thrice in a session-” I eyed him and he laughed, handing me some more pancakes.
“You're pregnant, have some more.”
Cute.
The rain increased splattering as it hit the ground. The clouds were darkening and there were tiny streams of water making its way into the pool.
“Come on, pumpkin, let's go out,” Owen suggested, startling me a little.
“It's pouring crazy outside, I might catch a cold,” I complained calmly, rejecting his offer, although the Owen Winters I knew would never take no for an answer.
Owen stood to his full length and made to sweep me off the couch. “Okay, I'll go out!” I yelped, staying some metres away from this interesting man. My man.
I stood at the door contemplating if agreeing was a good idea, but there was no going back. Owen scooped me up like one would do an ice cream, and this time, I didn't complain.
He stepped into the rain, surprisingly shirtless and immediately we were soaked. He spinned me around, not bothered about my screaming as the rain did well to hide it. Finally deciding it was okay, he dropped me.
“You're an asshole!” I cursed, pushing him into the pool.
Owen brought his head up to the surface chuckling, he looked happy as he came out of the water, his hair a wet mess. He hugged me, tucking a few strands behind my ear and the rest out of my face. “You get beautiful every passing second,” he whispered, cupping my face in his palm.
My heart skipped two beats in a second and I felt my pulse increase. I stared into his perfect frost eyes, his caramel skin glistening in the rain. His lips quivered and I knew he wanted to kiss me. How could one person be drop dead handsome?
“You're joking right?” I chuckled and his face fell. “I'm not. In those years that passed without you, Amy, I wasn't myself. The therapist said I'll get over it soon, father thought I was out of the line because I so badly wanted to feel you-” he caressed my cheeks wiping the tears that subconsciously fell from my eyes. “But here we are, and believe me when I say I'm getting so greedy and selfish. So greedy I want every piece of you, so selfish I don't want to share. I fucking want you to myself.”
These words were the best thing I ever heard — better than those fucked up three words.
“Kiss me already,” I urged, biting my lower lip. Owen planted his lips on mine and slid his tongue into my mouth. I gave in.
I always did.
He bit my lower lip hard to leave a mark, and soft to make me groan in ecstasy. I sucked his tongue taking time to claim him — his scent, the way he tasted… every damn thing.
I suddenly felt weak, my legs wobbled and before I knew it, it gave in making me fall to my back. Swiftly, and on instinct, Owen caught me before my head hit the ground. We lay on each other, he above me, and I, staring into those eyes.
“Should I?” He asked.
The Corner of my lips tugged into a smile , and he took it as a yes.
He kissed me sucking hard on my lower lip. His fingers found its way to my skirt, through my panties and into my pussy. His fingers slid inside me, sending a jolt of pleasure through my core. I groaned softly, grasping his neck, pleading for more.
“It's raining, Owen,” I gasped as he trudged deeper and deeper into me.
“Does it matter?” He asked and I didn't reply. He didn't let me because he kissed me again.
He was right.
He couldn't get enough of me. Owen Winters was obsessed with me and strangely, I liked the thought of it.