Page 35 of Passion Restored

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Liz threw her head back and tried to catch her breath. It was pretty hard to do that with a dick in her mouth, and Owen’s face firmly pressed between her legs. Her body was too sweat-slick to stay on top of him for long, so they’d shifted to their sides partially with her still somewhat covering him. She’d done a sixty-nine before, but with Owen, using her brain was always a little harder to do, and thinking was usually out the window as soon as their pants were off. Over the past two weeks of them finding every way they could to make each other come, she’d figured that out quickly.

“I can’t keep this up if you’re going to roll your tongue like that against my clit.” She swallowed, the flavor of him on her tongue. It shouldn’t turn her on as much as it did, but hell, she liked knowing he could taste her, as well.

He hummed, and she shut her eyes so she wouldn’t come. “My cock is lonely, Liz. It needs your mouth.”

She rolled her eyes, trying not to smile but totally doing it anyway. He was such a dork in bed, a sexy dork that could make her come with that mouth of his in like two seconds flat. Not to mention that it only took like three seconds with his cock. She was so easy when it came to Owen in bed, and yet her body didn’t seem to care. The fact that she was made it so she wasn’t easy at all when it came to everything outside of bed. She pushed at him daily, and he kept coming back for more. She knew she did it out of fear and a need to protect herself, but hell, he just continued to pursue her, and she kept allowing herself to be caught.

He did something particularly ingenious with his mouth right then, and she came, thoughts of worries and what the hell she was doing flying right out the window. He rolled them over and crawled over her before she could finish him off and then kissed her, their tastes mingling.

“I never seem to be able to give you a full blowjob,” she complained, her legs wrapping around him of their own accord. “There was that one time, but it was only because you let me tie you to the bedposts.” He’d tied her up the night before so he’d acquiesced to her teasing with silk scarves.

She almost came again just thinking about it.

He shrugged, his eyes brightening. “I get greedy and need this pussy.” He reached between them and cupped her, making her eyes cross again. The man was a genius with his fingers, and it just wasn’t fair. “I at least took out the piercings this time so you could have your way with me.”

She petted him lazily up and down his back. He might be the most slender of his brothers, but his muscles were sleek, hard, and powerful. “I’m going to miss them inside me,” she said honestly. She’d always been somewhat bold in bed, but Owen brought it out even more in her.

Owen kissed her softly. “Next time. You can do a whole study on the differences if you’d like.”

Despite their positions, she giggled. “You’re the one who likes doing things like that, Mr. Organization.”

He nibbled up her jaw, his tongue darting out to soothe the spots he’d bitten. “You’re a nurse, Lizzie. Science is your thing. Why don’t we try a new position so we can see which one you like best? Then repeat it because repetition is key.”

“You’re a dork.”

“But I’m your dork. And your dork is about to fuck you, so pick a position.”

Your dork.

It had only been two weeks of them sleeping together, and already he was saying things like that. How could that be okay? How could she have let herself get into this position? With a shaky hand, she pushed at his shoulder so she rolled them over and she was on top. He let her move him easily, his hands resting on her hips as if they were meant to be there.

Maybe if she stayed on top, she could have a bit of control since she didn’t seem to have any in any other parts of her life.

From the look Owen gave her, he understood what she was thinking all too well.

Just one more reason he scared her.

“You gonna move, or should I thrust up into you.”

She shook her head, though the thought of him fucking her while she was on top had its merits. However, she needed to grab the reins so she knew she could leave if she wanted to. It was her only illusion of sanity. “I’ll move.”

Owen gripped her hips harder. “One sec.” He reached over and fumbled around for the condom they’d laid out. They’d each been tested the previous week since oral sex still counted as sex and diseases could transfer, but they were still using condoms since Liz couldn’t be on birth control. Her body was prone to blood clots and every single thing she’d tried in the past, including diaphragms, had led to complications and even hospitalization in one case.

So unless she wanted to get pregnant—something that wouldn’t be happening ever if she had any say in the matter—she had to use condoms with each and every partner every time they had sex. She’d never had sex without a condom, so thankfully, she didn’t know what she was missing—according to Tessa, anyway—but it was the principle of the matter. One day, her insurance would actually be able to cover tubal ligation for a single woman her age so she could protect her body and choices, but for now, condoms were it.

And she’d almost forgotten it just now.

Owen was seriously bad for her health.

“Put it on me?” Owen asked, his free hand sliding up her wrist. “You okay, babe? Need to stop?” The concern in his eyes speared into her, and she shook her head. This was just fun, sweaty sex. Nothing too personal. She didn’t do personal. Couldn’t do personal.

“Give it to me,” she said, her voice a little snappish.

He rose a brow, that damn ring in it looking too sexy for its own good. “I’m about to. But first I need to put the condom on.”

She held out her hand. “I meant the condom, dork.”

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