Page 32 of Passion Restored

“Shirt off,” she said when they’d made it into her kitchen. The place needed a new coat of paint, some patch-up work, and probably a brand new kitchen after someone gutted it, but Liz and Tessa had put a sense of home into what they’d unpacked so far. If Liz gave him the go ahead, he knew he and his brothers could help her make this place a true home that she could be proud of. Only she was so independent, he wasn’t sure that was ever going to work, not with the way she kept pushing him away.

Of course, now that he was shirtless in her kitchen with her hands roaming over his side, he didn’t feel very pushed away at all. In fact, from the way his cock was pushing at the zipper of his jeans, he felt very near to her. Very.

“Your bruises and road rash are clearing up nicely,” she said, her voice low and so not like how she’d been when she was on duty. Their proximity had to be getting to her, as well.

“I told you that you didn’t hit me that hard,” he said softly, putting his hand over hers. “I’m okay, Liz. I deserved the punch for the way my words sounded.”

She finally looked up into his eyes and pressed her lips together. “I still shouldn’t have hit you. I’m a healer. Not someone who lashes out.”

Knowing he might be doing something stupid, he cupped her face with his hand and licked his lips. “You need to relieve the pressure sometimes, babe. We all do.”

Her mouth parted, and she let out a shaky breath. If he weren’t already hard as a rock, then the sight of her just now would have sent him straight there.

“What are you doing to me?” she breathed. “I shouldn’t be doing this. I should be staying away and working on myself. Not getting caught up with you.”

His thumb brushed along her cheekbone. “Why not get caught up with me?”

“Because I shouldn’t.”

“Do you always do things you should?”

Her hand slid down his bare chest, her skin soft and sending shocks straight down to his dick. “Usually, but there really isn’t anything usual about you is there, Owen Gallagher?”

His mouth quirked into a grin. “Maybe. But you’ll have to get closer to find out.”

She leaned forward then, her hand on the edge of his jeans tightening. She brushed her lips against his. She had been the one to make a move, and for that he was grateful. Now if only she would move a bit farther south, then he could be sure that he wasn’t the one pushing too hard.

She tasted of coffee and sugar, and he knew he could drown in her if he weren’t careful. The kiss might have started out hesitant, but it was anything but by the time she pulled away, going to her knees in front of him.

“You don’t have to. Not this time. Your knees are going to get hurt on the tile.” He ran his hand through her long, blonde hair as she undid the button on his jeans before slowly unzipping him.

“I want to. And don’t worry about my knees, Owen. Just worry about what I’m going to do with your cock.”

His eyes widened at that statement before crossing. She rubbed her hand over him through his boxer briefs, a little smile playing on her face. Damn, he wanted to know what she was thinking just then, but all thoughts flew from his mind as she kissed the tip of him through the cotton.

“I love that you can feel the piercing through your underwear,” she said softly before looking up. She was a fucking naughty angel on her knees, and he knew he’d have to be careful before he blew his load too early. “Of course, I also loved the feeling of your piercing inside me when you were fucking me. So, apparently, I have a thing for it.”

His hand tightened in her hair. “Oh, yeah?”

She licked her lips. “Yeah. And the ink on your side? I love it. I’m so glad the incision didn’t touch it, and the bruising is lightening up so I can see more of it. Oh, and the way you raise your brow and the ring looks all sexy? I could totally get off on that. Just saying.”

Owen swallowed hard, trying to control himself. While he liked talking dirty in bed—or in the kitchen this time—he’d never been with a woman who liked talking dirty back. He’d been missing out because, holy fuck.

“I love your mouth,” he said suddenly. “Not just because it’s really close to my dick, but because I love the things you say. You could probably get me off just from your words alone.”

“Ditto, Owen. Oh so ditto.” Then she reached in and pulled him out so she could lick the tip.

“Fuck.” He took a deep breath and gripped the base of his cock before pulling away. “I need to take out the piercings if you’re going to suck me off, babe. I don’t want to hurt your teeth.”

She shook her head. “As long as you stay still and don’t fuck my face, I’ll be careful. I promise.”

His knees shook like a schoolgirl’s, but he leaned against the kitchen island so he wouldn’t be tempted to thrust in and out of her mouth. He refused to hurt her, and if she wanted to lick him up like a Popsicle, then he wasn’t going to stand in her way.

She licked up the side of him, one hand over his at the base while the other cupped his balls. His back tingled, as she squeezed and sucked, taking her time over the tip so she didn’t bang the piercings against her teeth. His breath came in pants, and she sucked more of him into her mouth, her tongue doing wicked things to the underside of his dick. When she pulled away, he used his other hand to play with her hair, careful not to thrust inside her mouth, but damn it, he was too close to the edge.

She played with him longer, licking and sucking, his body sweating at the exertion it took not to move, but he couldn’t take it any longer. When she pulled away to breathe, he backed up and reached down to grip under her arms so she stood in front of him.

“I wasn’t done.”

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