Page 35 of Easy To Lose

“Ahem!” someone says from behind Owen, and when we part, breaths heaving, and I look, I start laughing. Charly stands there with her arms crossed, Simon right behind her, a huge smile on both their faces. “As much as I love that you’ve made up, please refrain from giving my neighbors a show they normally have to pay a monthly subscription for.” The blush travels up my cheeks as I bury my head against Owen’s shoulder.

“Sorry,” Owen grumbles and stands with me still in his arms. “I’ll take her somewhere else then.” He kisses the side of my head as I wave goodbye to Charly, who motions for me to call her. I smile, nodding as Owen puts me in his rental car, kissing me one last time before closing the door.

“Where are we going?” I ask as he gets in, starts the car, and then backs out of the driveway.

“Well, since I didn’t have time to find a place to sleep, I say we start there. Then once I have you alone, I’m gonna show you exactly what you mean to me.” A shiver runs down my spine as his hand covers mine, holding tight.

As much as we need to talk, the sexual tension in the car is palpable, and I know the minute he has me alone, there won’t be much talking.

Chapter 29

Owen

The second I shut the door to the hotel room, Morgan is in my arms. I push her against the wall, feeling her mold to me as my lips find hers.

“Fuck, baby, I missed you…” I ground out as my lips travel down her neck and past the scoop neck of her shirt as I start to devour her right then and there. Her fingers find their way into my hair, and my hands grip her hips, pulling her close so she feels just how turned on I am to have her back in my arms.

“Owen,” she moans, and the second my name leaves her lips, everything around me slows. I didn’t think I would ever hear her say my name like that again. Hearing her say it while pulling me closer, clearly wanting my lips on every part of her skin, makes me thank the universe for allowing me this second chance. “Please…” she begs as my fingers find the hem of her tank top, lightly brushing against her skin as her head falls back against the wall with a thud. Gone is the insecurity I saw that first night. Gone are the thoughts of her so-called imperfections that only she seems to see. All that’s left is a woman who drives me crazy just by breathing, and I plan to spend the rest of my life reminding her of that fact—no matter what gets in our way.

I’m thrust back to reality when Morgan’s fingers find the side of my face as she brings my gaze back to hers, brushing her lips softly against mine. She slows the pace to one of molasses, leaving me groaning against her lips, wanting more. So much more.

“M, baby, you’re driving me crazy,” I mutter as she smiles against my lips. And before I have a chance to beg even more, her hands rest on my chest, pushing me away. Just as I open my mouth to complain, she shakes her head, her fingers playing with the edge of her top. Before I have a chance to beg her to take it off, it’s flying to the floor, leaving me with the sight of utter perfection. She’s wearing a white lace bra that reminds me way too much of the outfit that started all of this, and I groan, my mouth watering. Her nipples pucker under my gaze, and my hands itch to touch her.

“You can’t be real,” I whisper, and from her intake of breath, I realize I said that out loud. I give her one of my best smiles as my fingers trace patterns across her stomach and up to the bottom of her bra. “Seriously, you have no idea what you look like right now. It’s like I sold my soul to the devil. And I would do it again if I got to look at you forever.” Her shy smile lets me know that I need to say shit like that to her more often, because my goal is for her to know that every fucking day for the rest of her life.

“Kiss me,” she demands, her hands gripping the sides of my face. I’m not one to deny my woman what she wants, so I go willingly. When her lips find mine, my hands find the clasp of her bra. When it’s discarded on the floor along with her top, I start kissing down the column of her neck, past her collarbone, and stop just above her nipples. I glance up, catching her eyes as her breathing increases. I give her a smirk just before my lips surround one of her turgid peaks, making her hips buck against mine, eliciting a sound I’ve never heard from her throat.

“Owen...shit,” she mutters as her fingers find purchase in the strands of my hair, pulling me closer as I give the other breast the same attention. Her hips grind against me, trying to find something to relieve the tension I’m sure, but when she groans in frustration, I can’t help but let out a laugh that has her pulling my head back so our eyes meet.

“Owen, don’t make me beg,” she says through gritted teeth. And who am I to deny her? So, I do the one thing I’ve been dreaming about since I left that morning. I sink to my knees, loving the flare of desire that crosses her face as my fingers find the waistband of her jeans. I unbutton and unzip and let them fall to the floor. I groan the minute I see the matching white lace panties that cover the pussy I’ve been thinking about since the moment I first had a taste.

“You gonna let me taste you, baby?” I ask, not really waiting for an answer before I gently slide them off her hips, watching them fall to the floor with the rest of her clothes as the scent of her arousal hits me. “Fuck, look at you,” I mutter, not wasting any time before my mouth moves up her thighs with open-mouthed kisses. When she steps out of her jeans and panties, I take one of her legs and place it over my shoulder then go in for the kill.

“Shit!” she screams as my lips surround her heat, my tongue teasing her clit as Morgan’s hips buck against my face.

“Fuck, baby, ride my face,” I say, and she does just that. Her hips grind against me as my tongue plunges as far as it can go into her heat, making her knees buckle, and her fingers grip my hair even harder.

This…right here.

This is all I need from her. Having her at my mercy, her on the cusp of orgasm as my lips taste her sweet arousal. Fucking Heaven.

I know the second she goes over the edge because her entire body locks, her fingers digging into my scalp to the point of pain. But I don’t let up. I take her there, my tongue flicking her clit relentlessly as her body starts to shake, the orgasm taking over every part of her beautiful face. She screams my name just as I plunge two fingers into her heat, causing another, even bigger orgasm to overtake her. I groan against her, trying to think of anything but the sounds she emits, because I don’t want to come in my pants like a teenager—not again, at least.

After she finally comes down from her state of bliss, I wipe my mouth against her skin and kiss up her body, loving how relaxed she is against me. I expected her to be sated, blissful, and relaxed, but I see determination in her eyes.

“Now it’s my turn,” she says, kissing me hard, sending arousal straight to my dick that gets even harder, leaving me lightheaded. My eyes track her as she lowers to her knees, an image that will forever be ingrained in my memories because this right here, Morgan in front of me, unbuttoning my jeans as I shuck my shirt to the floor, taking my cock in her small hands and looking up as if to ask permission is something I didn’t know I could have. And now I know exactly what Heaven looks like.

It looks just like her.

“Fuck, baby, you don’t have to do this,” I say, knowing full well I won’t be able to stop her but wanting her to know that this isn’t what I wanted or expected. But from the sly smile on her face, she’s not stopping. With rapt attention, her lips part, and the second her warmth surrounds my cock, my hands fly out in front of me, landing on the wall, holding me upright. Because this feeling right here? It’s pure bliss.

“Morgan, baby. Shit, yes just like that…” I moan. Loving the way her lips feel around me, adoring how her fingers play with my shaft as I barrel closer and closer to the release that’s coming way too soon. “You keep doing that, and I’m gonna come in your mouth.” The moment I say it, I know that’s not what I want. As much as I love the feel of her mouth around me, I want to feel her pussy surrounding me even more. So, with every ounce of restraint I have, I pull myself away from her. From the pout on her sweet lips, I know she doesn’t like my decision.

“I wasn’t done!” I give her a smirk as I place my hands under her arms and pull her up, taking her lips in a punishing kiss.

“I am not fucking coming in your mouth. Not today. Today, I need to feel you surrounding me as I fuck you. I need that, baby.” She nods, her lips taking mine as I spin us around, stepping out of my pants and pushing her back onto the bed. She retreats to the center, propping up on her elbows, and at that moment, I know she is the best decision I ever made.

Chapter 30

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