Chapter 47

Owen stared at the woman, remembering every inch of her small yet curvy body. The jeans and oversized sweatshirt she wore couldn't hide the lush dips and swells he remembered. Her mane of blonde hair he remembered tumbling around her shoulders and brushing his chest and abdomen she now had pulled back into a severe ponytail. Her eyes were still the same shade of iridescent green, so amazing they dominated her face. Her skin he'd missed every inch of held the translucent quality of a pearl, and, even without lipstick, her mouth called for attention.

He felt as if he'd been poleaxed, his breath trapped in his lungs but his cock threatening to break out of his fly. Emotions he had long thought dead and buried tried to claw their way up from oblivion.

Damn it all, anyway. How could he take a job when the client had given him the best night of his life and she'd be better off without him? Right now, he wanted to throw her on his bed and ravish her for hours then lock them both away against