Page 46 of Passion Restored

She loved that mouth of his.

And that mouth was currently sliding down her back over the material as he reached forward to undo her dress. She pulled away and twisted so she was kneeling in front of him still, but this time, facing him.

“We can’t even make it far enough to stand and strip,” she said, her breathing heavy.

“I need my hands on you,” Owen said with a groan. “What can I say? Now, there was a mention earlier of unwrapping. Can I play now?”

She smiled widely, loving the way he pouted. God, she could fall for this man. And that’s why she would do her best not to think about it, or she’d scare herself out of his arms and out of this relationship.

“Just pull the tie at the side. Then the other underneath on the other. Then you’ll see your present.”

Owen gave her a hard kiss before leaning back. “It’s like Christmas morning.”

“Uh huh. Now strip me because you promised me a bath to soak before you fucked me, and with the way we’re going, we’ll end up skipping the bath and my feet will hate you for that.”

“I don’t want your feet hating me.” He leaned forward and undid the ties, his eyes on her body as her dress fell to the sides. She rolled her shoulders, and the rest of the fabric pooled by their knees. Owen’s eyes darkened, his gaze traveling over the black lace bra and panty set she’d worn under the knit dress. “You’re wearing garters,” he breathed, his voice cracking slightly. “And the belt thing that keeps your stockings up.” He met her gaze, his eyes narrowing. “You said you were wearing tights. Not stockings. How could you keep something this fucking sexy from me?”

She grinned before cupping her breasts. “What?” She blinked innocently. “I told you that you would be unwrapping your present.”

He growled before crushing his mouth to hers, one hand thrust into her hair, the other on her ass, molding, his fingers playing with her crack. “I’m going to fuck this ass tonight, Liz. You’re ready for me, for my cock. So we’re going to soak and get our bodies all limber and hot, then I’m going to fuck your ass and have you squeeze my dick as you come. Does that sound like a plan?”

Liz gave him a bland look. “It’s all lollipops and rainbows before someone mentions butt sex.”

Owen blinked before he threw back his head and laughed. “Yes, butt sex changes everything. So, what do you say?”

He gave one cheek a squeeze, and her body shivered. She clung to him, needing, aching, ready. “Is that punishment for keeping my garters from you?”

He pulled her hair slightly so her head fell back and he could meet her eyes. “Not a punishment, Lizzie. A promise.” He let out a shuddering breath. “And because I really want us in the tub to get clean for later, I’m going to have to watch you take off your stockings and bra. I don’t think I’m going to be able to do it for you, or I’ll end up bending you over the edge of the tub and having my way with you. We’re going slow.” He let out a deep breath. “Well, as slow as we can.”

She laughed, shaking her head. “Knowing us, that’s not really slow.”

He winked at her as he leaned back so he could stand up. When he reached for her, she placed her hand in his and stood up on shaky legs. She wore only her boots and underthings, and knew the image would be burned into his brain forever. It damn well should have because the look he gave her now would forever be burned into hers.

Knowing if she teased them, they’d end up missing out on the bath she so desperately wanted, she quickly stripped as he did the same. They’d play with her outfit again another time when they both weren’t already so close to the edge that they were ready to fall.

Owen got in first, the water up to his chest. The tub was large enough for three people at least, and Liz knew it was custom-made. Perhaps dating someone who owned a construction company was a good idea, after all. He held her hand as she got in, the water so hot that it almost scalded, but it was just how she liked it.

She sank into the tub, her back to his front, and sighed. His cock was hard and pressed firmly between her cheeks, but she didn’t care. She was the most comfortable she’d been in months.

“This is paradise.”

Owen kissed behind her ear. “Just wait.” He reached around and pressed a button and she gasped. He’d turned on the jets, the bubbles around them sizzling on her skin.

“Oh, yeah, I could totally live in here.”

He licked up her ear, nibbling on the lobe. “Anytime you want, babe. The tub is yours.”

“I think I only want you for your tub.” She had her eyes closed, and though she was teasing, she still jumped when he cupped her below the water. “Owen.”

“Only the tub, huh? I’ll have to be sure to change that. I’m going to wash you to get you ready for after our bath. Just sit here and relax, Liz. You don’t have to do anything except be.”

She kept her eyes closed, knowing she could get used to this far too easily. Owen used his hands, not a loofa or washcloth, to clean her body. He had peach-scented soap she’d never seen him use before, and knew he’d bought it for her. She had her head leaned back, resting on one of his shoulders as his hands caressed her arms, her shoulders, her neck. Then he went down below to clean her belly and hips. He was so careful, so loving, that tears pricked her eyes and she let them. Right then, there was no past, no future, no strings, just her and Owen and the feel of his hands on her skin.

He slowly made his way back up to her breasts, running his soapy hands over her nipples, cupping the firm weight in his palms before using his hands to wash the suds away. When he slid his hands under the water again and between her legs, she let out a moan, parting her thighs for him so he could reach the core of her.

His fingers worked like magic, slowly sliding over her folds and the hood of her clit before coming back up her body for more soap. He worked her up until she was ready to come before he stopped and kissed the side of her neck.

“Turn around for me, Lizzie. I need to get your back.”

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