You are mine

Chapter Thirty-Nine

Oh my, Lord! What happened earlier in front of the mirror was so intense. I’ve never experienced such a thing before. Looking at Owen while he fucked me drove me crazy.

After our conversation, Owen took me in his arms to bring me inside my bathroom. He insisted that I take a bath so my muscles could relax a little.

I can’t believe he accepted my pregnancy right away, but I’m still skeptical that he’ll realize the responsibility that comes with it and decide to run instead.

Maybe I should have more faith in him.

“Oh, right there! Right there!” I inform him as he rubs my back with a loofah.

My man is as tough as they come, but where I’m concerned can be so gentle. I think I’m the only one who sees him this way.

What a privilege.

“You okay, buttercup?” He stares at me with concern. “Did I hurt you? Was I too rough on you?”

I put my hand over his. “I’m fine. I’m not made out of glass.”

He bends his head down to kiss the tip of my nose before continuing his task.

“Why are you so good to me?” I ask.

“You’re my woman.” He simply says.

I bite my lips nervously. “Are you really okay with me being pregnant?”

To tell the truth, I still worry about him accepting this. It’s just a dream. I know I’m repeating myself, but I can’t help it.

He rinses my back with water. “I already told you that I want this.” His mouth is set in a firm line.

I upset him, didn’t I?

Good one, Taylor.

I clear my throat. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to upset you.”

Owen breathes deeply. “I can understand where your worry comes from, but you have to believe my words when I say that I want this.”

I nod my head, feeling ashamed to second-guess him. I look at the water in the tube instead of him.

“Are you done taking your bath?” He grunts as he speaks to me.

He’s clearly still upset with me. I say to myself as I feel him standing up to get out of the bathroom.

I quickly grab a towel, getting out of the tube. I secure the towel around me and run to Owen.

I don’t care if I’m making a mess on the floor as the water drips down my body. All I care about is him.

Circling my arms around him from behind, I rest my head on his back. “I promise you. I won’t second guess you again.”

He turns around, so we’re face to face. “What am I going to do with you?”

I smile. “Whatever you wish for, Mr. Blake.”

Owen grabs me by the throat, pinning me against a wall. “Are you playing games with me, buttercup?”

“Only if you’re willing to play.” I lick my lips slowly to make a point.

He chuckles. “Didn’t you have enough earlier?”

I arch my brows, ready to challenge him. “Have you?”

Owen growls, snatching the towel around me to make it disappear behind him. Grabbing my thighs, he lifts me from the floor to penetrate me with one delicious thrust.

I throw my head back against the wall, moaning deeply. I wrap my legs around his hips so he can have better access as Owen pushes impossibly deeper inside me. All I can think of is his thick shaft as he plunges into me again and again.