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And when his lips find mine, everything else falls away.

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EARNED IT - THE WEEKND

OWEN - DECEMBER 4, 2013

Her words hang in the air. “I just need you.” She’s looking at me like I’m the only thing holding her together. I want to tell her how much she means to me, how there’s nothing I wouldn’t do to make her feel safe, but all I can manage to say is, “You’ve got me. Always.”

Her tears have slowed, but her face is still streaked with them, her cheeks flushed from crying. She looks up at me, her green eyes glassy but full of something deeper—something raw and unguarded.

For a moment, she just stares at me, her lips parted like she can’t find the right thing to say. Then she nods, and something shifts in her expression. Her hands come up to rest on my chest, her fingers curling into the fabric of my shirt like she’s holding on for dear life.

“Thank you,” she whispers. “For this, for… everything. I don’t know how you do it.”

I rest my hands on her waist, my thumbs brushing over the soft fabric of her shirt. “Do what?”

She lets out a shaky breath, her eyes darting away for a moment before coming back to mine. “Hold it together all the time. Take care of me, the girls… everything.”

I lean in enough so she can’t look away again. “Because you’re worth it, Callie. You, Sara, Ruby—you’re my family. Taking care of you isn’t something I have to do. It’s something I want to do.”

Her lips twitch into the faintest smile, but there’s still doubt lingering in her eyes. I step closer, letting my hands slide around her back as I pull her into me.

She presses her forehead to my chest, her shoulders sagging from the weight of the day. I hold her like that for a moment, letting the silence wrap around us. Her breathing evens out, and I can feel her body relax against mine.

When she looks up, her green eyes meet mine, and I swear there’s something magnetic about the way she looks at me. It makes my pulse quicken and my heart ache all at once.

I brush my thumb over her cheek, catching the last remnants of her tears. “You’re so damn strong,” I say, my voice rougher than I intended. “And beautiful. Even when you don’t see it—especially then.”

Her breath catches, and she closes her eyes briefly, like she’s trying to steady herself. When she opens them again, the doubt is gone, replaced by something else entirely.

She looks at me like she’s letting every wall she’s built around herself come crashing down. Her hands tighten on my chest, her fingers curl into the fabric of my shirt as if she’s anchoring herself to me. She leans into the touch, her lips parting. “You’re everything, Callie,” I murmur, barely recognizing the rasp in my own voice. Her green eyes will be my undoing.

I press my lips to hers and run my hands from her cheeks, through her hair, to the back of her neck. Our mouths move languidly, and I savor every flick of her tongue, every movement she makes has time standing still around us.

She pushes her body against me and we move toward the bed. When I pull her into my chest, her hands tighten around my shirt, urging me closer. She catches me off guard when she pushes me onto the bed, and I land heavy on the mattress. She’s not usually one to take charge when we are in the bedroom, but my vixen has been waiting patiently for this day, and I’m going to let her have it any way she wants it.

Her fingers make quick work of removing her shirt. As she tosses it to the floor, I am in awe of the goddess who stands before me. She strips away her clothes piece by piece, leaving herself bare and exposed in front of me. Every inch of her is perfect.

I sit on the mattress, staring up at her, drinking her in before running my hands along her beautiful hips, pulling her in close. I press my lips to her stomach and feel her tense, her anxiety over the new shape of her body apparent.

“Owen.”

I look up at her, my eyes locking on hers once more.

“Yes, Kitty?”

“I love the way you touch me. The way you kiss me.”

I rub my hands up her inner thighs before tenderly brushing my thumb over her sex. The heat radiating off of her has me nearly feral but I have to take my time with her today. As much as I want to throw her on the bed and fuck her mercilessly, this isn’t about me. I want to make her feel good. It’s been four long weeks since I’ve had her and I’m going to take my time.

I run my fingers through her wet heat, kissing from her belly button down to her clit as she stands before me. Her hands roam over my head and she pulls me in closer. I slowly spread her open with my fingers, admiring how she glistens as I lap at her clit.

Her grip tightens around the back of my neck and she struggles to stay upright as I softly nibble her between my teeth. She begs me to let her come, but I deny her the release. It will be much more intense if she can hold off a little longer.

As much as she begs, I’m determined to make this count. I slowly slide one finger inside her, looking up at her as I do. Her eyes are glazed over with pure lust and longing. I add another finger, curling them up and pumping in and out, hitting the spot she loves so much.I suck her clit and pick up my pace. “Fuck, yes,” she groans.

“Do you like it when I eat your pretty little pussy, Kitty?”

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