"Just like that," I gasp out, the orgasm rushes up so quickly it surprises me. I cry out his name once more as I come, clenching around him.
"Fuck," Callum groans out, his grip tightening on my hips as he grinds me forward and back, forward and back. He looks likeheaven, his chest glistening with sweat, his muscles tense, his jaw clenched tight, and his burning eyes locked onto mine. "I'm coming, baby."
I keep grinding on him, trying to prolong my own orgasm and getting him there too. He moans out his release, tossing his head back against the pillow, and I gradually slow my hips, gently rocking him through his climax. We're both breathing heavy by the time I stop, and he snaps back to, reaching up to me, careful hands running all over my body and lingering on my chest.
"Are you okay?" he asks breathlessly.
His eyes wander around the scarred skin, not flinching, no look of distaste, just pure care. Even without my breasts, with these little bumps filled with saline on my chest, no nipples and scars, I still feel so desired and loved by this man. I lean down to him, brushing the sweaty hair from his forehead, and smile.
"I'm perfect," I reassure him.
He smiles, reaching up to cradle my face.
"Yes, you are," he whispers, before kissing me sweetly.
???
After dinner, there's a knock on the front door—sharp, quick, and very unlike Maeve's rhythmic tapping or Tonya's dramatic pounding. Callum and I are cuddled on the couch, his hand pausing where it had been rubbing between my shoulder blades. He sighs and gently lifts me from his lap, setting me back on the couch.
"Stay," he murmurs, kissing my cheek before moving toward the door. Seconds later, Tess appears with Callum behind her. I frown and tilt my head at her appearance. She looks... windswept, her hair loose and falling out of the brown claw clip. I narrow my eyes at the leather jacket she's wearing...
"That's new..."
Tess ignores that and plops down beside me, almost boneless, sighing. "So... uh... minor incident at the store..."
Callum groans, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Oh God. What happened?"
"You ever seeThe Mummy?" Tess asks, her voice hesitant.
I blink. "An Ancient Egyptian Curse was released in the store?"
Callum huffs a laugh, and Tess snorts, shaking her head.
"Okay, no," Tess draws the word out. "But, do you remember that scene with Evelyn... and thebookshelves?"
The image hits me instantly—the chain reaction of falling shelves—and Callum and I share a horrified look. We open our mouths to barrage Tess with questions when she holds up her hands.
Tess lifts both hands quickly. "Not as bad!" she rushes to assure us. "But... Plot accidentally scared a customer, they bumped into a shelf, and then two shelves toppled...and almost crushed Tonya."
Her face twists when she says the last part, something fierce and protective flashing across her expression.
"Is she okay?" I ask, panic bubbling inside of me for Tonya.
Tess nods, swallowing hard. "She's fine. I caught the shelf before it could hit her."
Callum's voice is tight when he asks, "My mom? Morgan and Plot?"
"Maeve and Morgan were in the back," Tess answers. "Plot's a smart little bastard—he sprinted into the office before anything could touch him."
Callum and I both sigh in relief, and that makes a flash of amusement cross my sister's face at our synchronized response.
"I've gotta reinforce those shelves. Again," Callum mutters, reaching for his keys and wallet on the coffee table. "I'm going to go clean up the mess."
He leans down to press a kiss to my lips, nose brushing affectionately against mine, making me smile.
"Drive safe. I love you."
"Will do, baby. I love you. Text me if you need anything," he says, walking out the front door.
