Shannon rubbed her forehead. It seemed she was the only one who thought she and Owen had something together. Had she misread the silent signals?
No! I didn't! If I just had the chance to—
Stop it. Too many tears over spilled milk.
Swallowing a sigh, she leaned her head back against the chaise and closed her eyes. Bad idea.
At once an image of a naked Owen swam into her mind, the hard muscles of his body defined in a half-light, his thick c**k pointing straight at her, his eyes filled with hunger. Silently he held out a hand to her, reaching for her.
"I want you." His voice sounded deep and guttural.
"I want you, too. Why did you leave me?"
"We'll talk later. Right now I just want to taste every bit of you and sink into your body."
"All right." She put her hand in his, but as soon a
