When his eyes met mine, and he understood that I wasn’t going to speak first, he leaned in close enough that I could hear his voice over the music.
“You having fun?”
“Yeah,” I replied, raising my voice too. “Holland forced me down here.”
I didn’t mean to explain anything to him, or justify why I was down here, but I didn’t want to come off as rude either.
He smiled a little. “Good.”
We stared at each other again, and it felt like the noise around us started to disappear. This had happened to me before, back at the observatory. It felt like it was just him and me, when in reality, we weren’t alone. And the longer he held my gaze, the more I felt myself give in to the pull toward him.
“What are you celebrating?” I asked.
He shrugged. “Nothing special.”
“And it had to be on a Sunday night?” I tried not to sound too annoyed. Though I had every right to be.
He didn’t have a quick response this time. He pursed his lips and did what he did best: ignore uncomfortable topics. Instead, he slid one hand around my waist and pulled mecloser. He wasn’t asking for permission. He took what he wanted without asking, and I let him.
Seconds later, we were moving. His other hand came around my waist too, and I lifted my hands to grab onto his shoulders. I was letting loose again, not caring about the possible consequences of dancing with him. I was following Holland’s advice again, and since she had disappeared and was probably already dancing with someone else, I let myself sink into the moment. His hands stayed on my lower back, guiding me with an ease that made it impossible to overthink. I didn’t look around. I didn’t check who was watching. I only felt the heat of his palms and the way our bodies matched the beat without effort.
He adjusted his hands, pulling me a little closer as he dipped his head, brushing his mouth near my cheek. He didn’t kiss me yet, trying to draw out the anticipation, to make me want it as badly as he did. I could feel his breath against my skin, and it sent a shiver down my spine that had no business being there.
My body was on fire, and I dug my nails into his shoulders, fighting the urge to tilt my head and let him have what he wanted. But I wasn’t strong enough. I turned my head, my lips brushing his for a split second before he claimed my mouth. His lips moved slowly, testing the waters at first. But when I kissed him back, he traced his tongue along my bottom lip before sliding into my mouth, and I met him halfway.
One of his hands moved up from my back, his fingers tangling in the hair at the nape of my neck, tilting my head to deepen the kiss. I sighed into his mouth, my fingers tightening on his shoulders.
The people around us faded into a muffled sound. There was no music, no crowd, no consequences anymore. There was only him, the warmth of his body against mine, and the way his mouth moved with a confidence that was both thrilling andcomforting. My body was responding to him, with heat building low in my belly.
Through the fabric of our clothes, I felt the unmistakable, hardening length of his cock pressing against me. A wave of arousal washed over me, so potent it made my knees feel weak. He was getting hard in the middle of a crowded dance floor, from just a kiss, and it was meant just for me. It wasn’t for a camera or a scene. The thought sent a jolt straight through me, and I pressed myself closer. I could feel the heat of him, his firm grip keeping me tight against his body, and it was the most intoxicating thing I had ever felt.
He groaned low in his throat, and his kiss became more demanding and possessive. His other hand slid down my back, over the curve of my ass, pulling me flush against him, leaving no doubt about what he wanted. In that moment, I didn’t care about the past or the future. I didn’t care about the rules I had set, or the risks that could come from this. All I cared about was him, and the way he was making me feel like I was the only person in the room.
He broke the kiss and brushed his lips along my cheek until his mouth was close to my ear. “I need you,” he whispered before pressing another kiss to my neck.
The words hit me hard, and they went past any rational thought and straight to the need I felt the second he pulled me against him. I pulled back just enough to look at him, his eyes dark and burning with an intensity that made my breath catch. There was no hesitation in his gaze, only raw, unfiltered need.
My heart was racing in my chest. A voice was telling me to stop this, but another was screaming at me to give in. Letting both outcomes play out in my head, I decided I liked the second better. “Then take me upstairs.”
His eyes flared, and without another word, he grabbed my hand. His grip was firm as he threaded us through the crowd.He pulled me toward the stairs, and we headed upstairs without another backward glance.
We reached my bedroom door, and he pushed it open and pulled me inside. He kicked the door shut behind us, then turned to me. He didn’t say anything, just looked at me, his chest rising and falling with his shallow breaths. Then he stepped closer, his hands cupping my face as he kissed me again. This time it wasn’t slow or testing. It was a hungry and consuming kiss that tasted of longing and regret and pure, unadulterated lust.
His hands roamed down my body, over my shoulders and my back, until they found the hem of my shirt. He broke the kiss just long enough to pull it over my head in one swift motion, tossing it aside. Meanwhile, I got rid of my shorts and panties, letting them fall to the floor, and stepping out of them. His eyes roamed over me, taking in every inch of my naked body.
“Fuck,” he breathed, his voice thick with awe. “You’re so fucking perfect.”
His hands traced the curve of my hips as he pulled me close again, and he dipped his head, trailing kisses down my neck. “I’ve not stopped thinking about this,” he murmured, his mouth sucking at my sensitive skin. “About fucking you again. Tasting you.”
He sank to his knees in front of me, his eyes looking up at me from under his lashes. He hooked one of my legs over his shoulder, his hands gripping my ass to hold me in place. I sucked in a breath, steadying myself by placing my hands on his shoulders. I watched him closely and braced myself for what came next. He leaned in and his mouth was on me, his tongue finding my clit with an absolute accuracy that made me cry out. He licked and sucked, his movements slow and teasing at first. It was a torturous exploration that had me squirming against him.
“You taste so fucking good,” he groaned against me, the vibration sending a shockwave of pleasure through my body. “I could do this all night.”
He slid a finger inside me, then another, curling them to find that spot that made my vision go white. He pumped his fingers in and out, his tongue working my clit in a relentless rhythm. The pleasure was building, and I knew it wouldn’t take long until I reached my first climax.
But this felt different. The pressure was deeper, more intense, twisting low in my stomach with a terrifying force. My breath hitched, my hips bucking involuntarily against his hand. “Callan,” I gasped, my voice tight with a strange mix of panic and overwhelming pleasure. “I...I think...wait...”
He looked up, and I knew he could see it. He saw the frantic and pleading look in my eyes. My body was trembling and I couldn’t control it, and a slow smirk spread across his face. He knew something I didn’t, which drove me crazy, but my mind was spiraling too much to figure out what it was.
