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Then, out of nowhere, Will’s grumpy yet disturbingly gorgeous face pops into my brain. I’m undoubtedly drawn to him too, even if he wants absolutely nothing to do with me.

Blinking a few times, I bring myself back to reality. I want—need—to just be here with Owen in this moment. I’ll unpack my emotions tomorrow with a clear head, but for now, this is what I want.

Heis what I want.

“Even if it’s only for right now?” he asks.

“Yes.”

“Even if I’m not the same person I was back then?”

I want to tell him he is still the same person. He might have been through a horrible tragedy since we met, but he’s still the same passionate and tender-hearted man I met in the Dallas airport. I think he’s just been a little lost lately.

But I don’t think that’s what he wants to hear right now.

“Even then,” I say, nodding. We’ll work on getting him to realize everything else another time.

He nods, taking a deep breath. His fingers slide up under my tank top. Callused fingers tease at the underside of my breasts, sending shivers of anticipation through me.

My back arches off the bed, trying to get closer to him. I want him to touch every inch of me.

He peels the top off, tossing it to the side. “Fuck,” he mumbles, staring down at my bare breasts.

I was nervously pacing around in my pajamas earlier. I wasn’t concerned about what sexy undergarments I was or wasn’t wearing, so there is no lingerie in sight. He doesn’t seem too bothered by the view, though.

He runs a single finger down the middle of my chest, between my breasts. “You’re beautiful,” he says reverently.

“Thank you,” I whisper. “Kiss me.”

He leans down, kissing me gently. The kisses continue from my lips downward until he reaches my breasts.

Wet heat surrounds my nipple, sending a jolt of pleasure straight to my clit. He nips and licks on one side before repeating the actions on the other side.

My fingers grip his hair, pulling him closer. I need more of him. I just need more.

He must be a mind reader because his kisses move further down my body. He moves over my stomach until he reaches the waistband of my pajama shorts.

He starts to guide my shorts and thong over my ass when motion in the doorway makes my head snap to the side.

Fuck.

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

Miles

Blinking my eyes open,I see it’s still completely dark outside. Grabbing my phone from the nightstand, I check for any texts from Owen.Nothing.

You never know how long he’s going to be gone on these search and rescue calls. Sometimes it’s only a few hours. Sometimes it takes days.

With a big yawn, I peek out into the hallway. His door is still open. It’s always closed when he’s sleeping, so I know he isn’t in there.

Sometimes when he gets back late, he won’t be able to go to sleep right away, so he’ll hang out downstairs for a while. Deciding to check, I make my way downstairs.

He isn’t here. With a sigh, I turn back toward the stairs, but something catches my eye out the front windows.Owen’s truck.

Stepping closer to the window, I verify that it is indeed his truck that’s parked in the driveway. The moonlight gives just enough light for me to see that he isn’t inside of it.

Where the fuck is he?