“Holy fuck,” Callum mutters, his cock twitching in his pants. “You are the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen, Caterine. I’m aching for you.”
“Let me ease the ache, Callum. Please.” My hand drifts toward the button of his pants, the need to touch him burning through me, not a single thought of manipulating him in the aftermath in my mind. I want him, only him.
He presses my hand to his hardness as his fingers move inside me and we release matching moans. I stroke him once, then twice, before he captures my hand in his, linking our fingers and raising my arm over my head.
“Let me feel you come, my lady. Then you can do whatever you’d like to me.” His fingers continue to thrust inside me, curling around to find that perfect spot. His thumb massages my clit and the tension builds in my belly.
Callum is perched over me, and I want to pull his body down, pull him into me, see what those blue eyes look like when he reaches the pinnacle of pleasure, feel the fullness of him moving inside me. “Careful what you promise, Your Highness.”
“I’m always careful, my lady.” He lowers his head and mutters in my ear. “I’ve been dreaming about you, Caterine. Touching you, watching you fuck my fingers, burying my face between your thighs and never coming up for air. How fucking gorgeous you look when you come for me.” The room shimmers with the crimson truth of his lust for me.
“Callum—”
“How good my name sounds in your perfect mouth. Fuck, Caterine. I spend all day wanting you.” The air darkens, the crimson deepening to an almost black-edged lace, not thick enough for me to grasp, just enough to discern the truth. Nothing about his words is a lie. Callum wants me.
Just as much as I want him. The realization of our tightly wound connection is enough to push me right to the edge.
“Make me come, Callum.”
He pulls back, his eyes searching for mine, watching my face as my body tightens around his fingers, as I call out for him to give me more. As he obliges.
The release rips through me and my lungs inexplicably tighten for the briefest of moments. For a second, I think Callum might find his own release with me. But as soon as he works me through the orgasm, he puts space between our bodies—mine naked and his fully clothed. This feels different from the other times he has run away. Like he is forcing himself to give me the space to decide what happens next.
I sit up once I’ve regained my breath, reaching for him, needing him. He comes to me after just a second’s hesitation. I let my hand hover at the button of his pants. “Do you still want this?”
He leans into my touch and nods.
“Say the words, Callum.” I need to hear them, need him to show me this bit of himself, to trust me the way I’m coming to trust him.
“Touch me, Caterine.”
I kneel on the edge of the bed, bringing us to almost the same height. Running my fingers down the buttons of his shirt, I tug the bottom hem loose from his pants. After popping a couple of buttons free, he pulls the whole thing over his head.
I take my time drinking him in. The lean muscles of his chest,the ridges of his stomach, the trail of copper-colored hair leading into the waistband of his pants. My fingers follow the same path as my eyes, and he sucks in a breath at the light touch.
I press my lips to his chest, leaving behind a perfect crimson imprint. I mark him, a trail from his collarbone down to his stomach, the color fading as more of the paint is left behind on his skin.
He cups my chin in his hand and for a second I think he might kiss me. I think if he tried I would let him. “You’re beautiful,” he says instead.
I scoot closer to the edge of the mattress, my hand tracing his hard length through the cloth of his pants. “So are you.”
16
Callum
Her fingers makequick work of the clasp of my pants, and she shoves the fabric to the floor, leaving me in just my undergarments. I hook my thumbs in the waistband and lower them, watching her face as she watches me.
She sucks in a breath when my cock springs free, and I can’t help but preen under her gaze. Her eyes drift up to mine. “You were really going to keep this from me?”
My cheeks heat, and I have to close my eyes to try to tamp down the flush I don’t need overtaking my whole body.
She laughs and her hand slips into mine. With just a gentle tug, she pulls me down onto the bed. When my eyes open, she’s perched over me like some sort of mythical goddess. Her golden hair tickles my chest, the citrus scent of her fills my nose, and how perfect—the thought crosses my mind—would life be if we could just stay in this bed forever.
I want more than anything to reach up and pull her lips to mine.But Caterine has done nothing but respect my boundaries, and I will do the same with hers.
Instead I watch her fingers as they trail over the bared skin of my torso, as they skate around my body, touching me everywhere but where I need her most. Which I guess is payback for teasing her earlier.
Finally, her hand finds my aching cock, so tight with wanting I have to force myself not to buck in her grasp. She strokes me slowly, her thumb gathering the wetness at the head and smoothing it down over my shaft. Her skin on my skin is almost otherworldly.
