61 Chapter 61

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 cock 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 as she touched him, he began to fade and disappear.

"No," she cried. "Don't leave. Please come back."

"I'm here, Shannon."