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I didn’t know if it was because we were in public at my sister’s wedding or if it was because he just truly felt that uncertain about my reaction, but his mouth against mine was like a relay switch sparking to life. I grabbed him around the back of his head and licked into his mouth with a rough moan. The dominant attack caught him off-guard, and Archie brought us to a standstill, curling his hands around my waist and deepening the kiss.
The record scratched and whatever song the DJ had been spinning came to a stop, immediately replaced with something more up tempo, but neither Archie nor I paid it any mind, too lost in each other to care about anything else.
CHAPTER31
ARCHIE
After the reception,Owen brought me back to his hotel room.
It was impossible to ignore how often our lives played out in parallels, but this time it was my back against the wall, Owen’s hungry fingers tearing my shirt open, button after button.
“Those are mother of pearl,” I managed to murmur as he slammed his mouth against mine, kissing me until neither of us could breathe.
“Never mind,” I said when he broke away for air. “It doesn’t matter.”
“I know,” he agreed, shoving the straps of my suspenders off my shoulders and down my arms. I stripped the rest of the way out of my shirt, reaching for his bow tie at the same time he went for my fly.
“I love being here with you,” he rasped, shoving my pants down to my ankles.
I toed out of my shoes, hoping that I didn’t scuff the leather, but not caring about it enough to stop and undo the laces, and we stumbled backward together until the backs of my knees hit the bed and we both went down.
Owen had more clothes on than I did, tangled in his pants and the sleeves of his shirt, so it was easy enough to roll him onto his back and pin his hands above his head. His hips lifted off the bed, slacks still restraining his thighs and underwear covering his cock.
“In bed?” I laughed and ground down against him, just happy to have the weight of him beneath me again.
I’d stayed in touch with Mandy because, at the end of the day, I liked her as a person. And by the grace of some sort of higher power, she’d found it in her heart to forgive me for what I’d done to her when we were in college. I also knew that if Mandy liked me, that would help make things easier if I ever got Owen to give me the time of day again, but it was a side effect, to be honest.
Sure, when Mandy invited me to her wedding I hoped that I’d be able to convince Owen to talk to me again. He’d been ignoring me for months, but my messages and my goals had remained consistent. I loved him. I wanted him. And I wasn’t going to give up on either of those things without one hell of a fight.
“With you in California.”
A soft smile settled across his mouth and I went still, not entirely certain I’d heard him correctly. “What?”
“I don’t make a lot of money,” he said.
“I do.” I shoved the waistband of his underwear behind his balls and cradled his sac in the palm of my hand.
“I don’t have any friends out here.”
“I do,” I said again, shoving his underwear and pants out of the way. There had to be lube somewhere in this goddamn hotel room of his or I was going to lose my mind. “You can have all of them. All of it. Owen, are you saying what I think you’re saying?”
“I’ve been miserable without you,” he said, cheeks flushing dark. “I’m told I’ve been insufferable and no fun to be around at all since you left.”
“We can’t have that.”
He shook his head. “No. I don’t think we can.”
With one hand still bracketing his wrists over his head, I dipped down and pressed our lips together in a soft kiss.
“Everything that I have is yours,” I promised him.
“Am I rich now?”
Owen smiled against my mouth and I nipped his bottom lip until he groaned and arched up into me. “So rich,” I assured him.
“Scrooge McDuck rich?” he asked.
I chuckled and let go of his lip, angling my head up so I could scan the room for a bottle of lotion, or lube, or anything that I could use besides spit to spread him open and make sure he understood just how much of myself belonged to him.
