“What are we doing?” she whispered, her lips only a hairsbreadth away from mine.
“You know exactly what we’re doing, Calamity.”
She growled and reached up to run her fingers through my hair, then she dug her fingers in and yanked my head back.
I laughed at the ceiling, which only served to piss her off more.
Ignoring the pain or the clutch she had on my hair, I leaned forward and caught her bottom lip between my teeth and bit down.
She hissed in a breath, her hands digging in deeper, and leaned closer as she jerked against me when I nipped at her chin.
“Careful,” I said when her leg jerked and the water bottle she’d been drinking out of earlier spilled to the side.
The water hit the floor, and I lifted her from the counter and turned us toward the bedroom so we didn’t make any more of a mess.
Her legs wrapped around my hips instead of finding the floor, and I took that as all the encouragement I needed.
My ass hit the soft mattress, and the bowl of popcorn went flying, hitting the floor with a clatter.
Popcorn went everywhere, but I was too far gone to care at this point.
Not with Calli finally in my arms, exactly where I’d been pretending she shouldn’t be.
She stayed in my arms and followed me down to lie flat, her breasts pressing against my hard chest and practically spilling out of her camisole.
I couldn’t stop myself from smashing my lips against hers, my hand going to her hair and tugging her impossibly closer.
The moment her tongue touched mine, my cock jerked against the soft press of her pussy against me.
I was forced to pull away when I couldn’t catch my breath—my god, what was she doing to me?
When her forehead rested against mine, her breath mingling with my own, I couldn’t stop the words that slipped from my lips.
“You know where this is going?” I asked when I pried my lips from hers.
“Yes,” she answered simply, nipping at the base of my neck, at the split between smooth skin and scarred.
“Are you on birth control?”
She bit her lip but nodded her head. “IUD.”
I leaned forward, my tongue darting out to run a path from her collarbone to her throat.
“I’m clean,” I promised, hoping that would be enough, even though I knew it shouldn’t. “After my last time, I got checked. Haven’t been with anyone in well over two years.”
The monotony of finding a woman willing to overlook my scars got old fast.
It was also slightly discouraging when most of them had to have a little liquid courage to overlook them.
With Calli, though, she wasn’t scared of the scars. She wasn’t even flinching as she ran her tongue up the length of my throat, tongue tasting the bumpy, fucked-up skin that most girls shied away from.
For her, I was normal.
I wasn’t some broken, messed up looking man.
I was what she wanted.
I reached for the hem of her shirt and ripped it off, causing her full breasts to fall free.
