Page 97 of Snowbound

I shrug. “It’s a dumb, half-broken phone, and it’s on Jake’s plan. I need a new number anyway. And I?—”

But I don’t get to finish the sentence. Owen’s mouth is on mine, and I’m in his arms, my legs wrapped around him, his huge hands gripping my ass so hard I moan into his mouth as our tongues tangle. He growls into mine.

The door slams shut behind us. Somewhere out there, my phone is vibrating in the slushy remains of the snowstorm that brought us together, and I don’t care. There’s no one left I need to talk to.

Only him.

Owen carries me down the hall, kicks open the bedroom door, and lays me down. He isn’t rough or wild, butreverent.His eyes drag over me. “Take it off,” he says, his voice low, already reaching for the hem of my hoodie. “I want to see you in this bed and nothing else.”

The fabric’s gone, and I’m bare beneath it. He stares at me, and I know he likes what I see.

“You’re shaking, baby,” he whispers, brushing my hair back.

“I’m not scared,” I whisper. “It was just… a lot.”

“I know, Em.” His mouth finds my collarbone. “Just breathe, baby. I’m not rushing this.”

Every touch is slow. Intentional. He kisses my neck, my chest, my stomach, my breasts, his eyes never leaving mine.

“You’re mine now,” he whispers. “Mine, Emma.”

He takes his time undressing, removing his clothes like a ritual—watching me watching him. His cock’s already hard and thick, but he waits.

“Say it,” he demands. “Say you want this.”

“I want this,” I whisper. “I wantyou.Please, Owen.”

Then he lowers himself onto me. His hard cock finds my wet heat, and he presses in, slowly stretching me until he’s all the way in. I can’t think or speak beyond the need to be filled by him.

Oh god.

His hand curves around the back of my neck, holding me still while his hips start to move—deep, slow strokes that make my breath stutter and my thighs tremble. Tonight, he isn’t taking and dominating. No, tonight, he’s showing me what it means to belong to someone. To be cherished.

He kisses me through every moan. Whispers against my skin. “I’ve wanted this for so long…”

A thrust.

“I used to dream about it.”

Another.

“Thought I’d never have you for my own.”

He thrusts again. I moan and move with him. I clutch his back. “You have me now.”

His pace falters for half a second, then he moves again, harder now but still controlled. I’m unraveling, my breath coming faster. I need him… Iwanthim.

When I fall apart, it’s a cry and a gasp and a full-body tremble as my pussy clenches around him, my fingers digging into his skin, tears spilling from the corners of my eyes from a well of emotion too deep for words. He groans and buries his face inmy neck as he follows me over, every muscle in his body locked tight.

“Emma,” he whispers. “I love you.”

“And I love you,” I whisper back as our bodies slow, skin to skin. After, he holds me until it’s fully dark outside, and we’re cast in midnight blue in the cabin’s interior.

“Come home with me, Emma.” He grins, cocky and sweet. “You’re all I want for Christmas.”

Rolling over, he reaches into the little bedside table.

“That and… this.” He hands me the last coupon.