He steps back into my space, his muscled frame filling my vision. I let my eyes rove over his body. The intricate tattoo on his chest glistens wetly, and I drop my gaze to his hands, the letters on his knuckles flexingas he lathers up the loofa. He reaches for my wrist and brings my hand up, placing a kiss on my palm before he begins massaging my skin with the loofa. I press my body into him as he works, wanting to be closer, and he chuckles gruffly before turning me around again. I feel his lips begin trailing down my back, and…
Oh god, he’s not stopping. Suddenly, his hands spread my cheeks, and I feel his tongue connect with my back entrance. I squeal involuntarily, a shudder running through my body.
“I’ve always wanted to try this,” he growls, and his voice reverberates straight to my core, where pleasure overrides the doubt in my mind as his tongue licks slowly from my pussy to the back. I moan in response, and he stands up, pushing me closer to the shower wall, my breasts pressing against the tile. He lowers himself back down and fully submerges himself beneath me.
“Oh god, yes,” I moan. “Oh, god, Cal. Don’t stop.”
His only response is a satisfied growl, then he sucks my clit firmly, causing apopsound that sends shockwaves through my core. He adds a finger, then two, and I hiss at the entry. Fuck, this feels so good. I feel myself nearing a powerful climax, but just before I fall over the edge, he stops his mission down under and stands.
“You taste delicious,” he says in my ear, hunger lacing his words. He slides into me with no hesitation, and I moan at the feeling of his cock filling me completely. One of his hands finds my breasts while the other finds its way around my neck. His grip is tight, but he doesn’t cut off my air. I bite my lip, groaning, feeling his hand flex at the vibration.
Just as before, his thrusts are deliberate and rhythmic, over and over. I float into the best form of nothing, and when he feels my walls clench around him, he releases my neck to grab both of my elbows, keeping me upright while he pounds into me relentlessly.
A scream tears from my throat as I come harder than I ever have.
“Oh fuck, Maeve. Oh fuck, baby,” he moans as his thrusts become slower and deeper, off beat, and then shuddering as he finds his release. His body slumps over mine as I lean against the cold tile, pulling me back down to earth from the ether where he’d sent me just moments ago.
“Mmmmm,” he rumbles, his hands sliding up and down my wet body. “Let’s finish showering so we can get in bed.”
After we finish washing, Callum steps out and pulls some towels for us from the warmer beside the shower. He leaves me to grab clothes, and I look at myself in the mirror, clearing the condensation away with my palm.
My eyes aren’t as dim as I’d last recalled. The green is a little lighter, brighter. I feel alive again. The shadows within me seem to have been pushed back into the depths of my mind, for now at least. I know they’ll never leave. I’m not that naive, but I know they won’t be standing in front of me any longer.
“Hey, hey, what’s wrong?” Callum asks, a hand on my back. I realize that silent tears are trailing down my cheeks, and I laugh quietly, brushing them away and turning to face him.
“I’m fine, I promise,” I say, smiling up at him. “It’s just… you’re my everything, and I lost you for almost a decade…a decade.” I shake my head, letting my gaze fall to the floor. “You… It’s like you silence all of the noise in my head.” I look back up at him, letting him see the sincerity in my eyes. “You’re my safe space. My home.”
His expression is so tender as he pulls my face to his and kisses me gently. It tells me everything I need to know about how he’s feeling.
He steps back and hands me a t-shirt, then perches on the edge of the tub, gazing at me thoughtfully. I turn back to the mirror and towel-dry my hair, then begin brushing it. I glance at his reflection. His legs are stretched in front of him, and his hands are planted on either side of him. He’s paying such close attention to me, like he’s taking mental notes. I smile, and he smiles back, his gaze hooded. I can almost hear his thoughts in that moment. The desire in his eyes is unmistakable.
He reaches his hand out, and I turn to take it. He stands, pulling me close enough to place a kiss on the top of my head before leading me out of the bathroom. We walk across the hardwood floors to climb into the huge four-poster bed. I crawl beneath the comforter, lying on Callum’s outstretched arm and resting my head on his chest. Our bodies meld together like two rivers converging after being miles apart. I take in a deep breath and sigh.
“What’s on your mind?” I whisper, staring at the cheerful fire now crackling in the fireplace. Callum must have started it on his way back to the bathroom. I smile. He really does think of everything. It’s strong and bright, enough to illuminate the room, creating shadows across his muscular body.
“I was thinking of a far better punishment for Liam,” he says thoughtfully, as if he’s still rolling the idea around in his head.
“Oh? Do tell.”
“I think we’ll have some men bring good ol’ Liam to Ireland. It’s desolate out there. No one would know he was there, and we know no one will come looking for him.” He pauses and looks down at me, waiting for an objection.
I place a finger to my chin thoughtfully. “They have crows in Ireland, right?”
He grins wickedly. “I think I like where this is going,” he says gruffly, then he wraps an arm around my waist and pulls me underneath him in one fluid motion. I squeal with delight, but he silences me with a deep kiss, his tongue roving hungrily inside my mouth.
I pull back for a moment, and he looks down at me, his eyes narrowed.
“I thought you were tired,” I say, wrapping my arms around his neck.
“I never said that,” he murmurs, lowering his body on top of mine, his arousal throbbing between my legs. “I just said we were going to bed.”
Chapter 30
Callum
Gorgonize (adj) having a mesmerizing effect on someone
The alarm on my phone sounds shrilly, and Maeve leans over me to turn it off, her bare breasts skimming across my chest. I feel a swift pulse of desire at the contact, and I catch her gaze, wondering if she feels it too. I can’t get enough of her. I don’t believe I ever will. She is a spark that brings my nerves to life, and she doesn’t even need to touch me to ignite the fire.
