“Taking you to my bed,” he responded as his long legs ate up the distance between the living room and the bedroom. “I’m not fucking my future wife on the couch. In fact, I’m not fucking you at all.”
“What?” I frowned. The disappointment racing through me was a lot more intense than I thought it might be. “Why not?”
He chuckled, bringing a hand up to land a stinging smack on my ass. “I’m making love to you. Or something like that, anyway. Give me a break. I’m trying to be romantic here.”
Desire surged through me, not at all lessened by the heat that had remained on my skin after that spank. “I don’t know much about romance, but I think you might have to keep trying. Somehow, I don’t think saying that you’re not fucking someone on a couch counts.”
I felt him shrug underneath me as he strode into a huge bedroom I assumed was the master. “Hey, it’s the thought that counts, isn’t it?”
“I don’t think so.” I barely had a chance to take a glimpse at his space before he’d gently lowered me onto his mattress and claimed my attention fully when he pressed another searing kiss to my lips. His lips were hungry, his hands roaming across my sides.
I moaned into the kiss, finally getting to run my fingertips all over the broad planes of his back and the strong muscles in his abs. We made out like that for a long time, until I was practically burning with need for him. He started slowly removing my clothes. His clothes.
They were so big on me that it took him no time at all to peel them off. He sat up to look at me, those blue eyes so bright and heated even in the low light that I felt myself tingle under his gaze. When a shiver rolled through me, he groaned and pulled his own shirt off with one fist behind his neck. The fabric slid away easily.
Callum’s abs had always been a work of art. I remembered them so well from college, how all the girls would clamor around the jogging trail they knew he preferred, hoping to catch a glimpse of him shirtless. Time hadn’t changed that. Clearly, the guy still took care of his body and now all those abs were exclusively for my viewing pleasure.
My teeth sank into my lower lip as I ran my gaze over him, taking in every defined muscle and every dip in between. Callum must’ve noticed because he suddenly let out an impatient growl and slid down on the mattress, not hesitating to push my knees apart.
By the time I realized what he was doing, he was already face to face with my most intimate part, his hands wreaking havocon me as they glided up and down the length of my thighs. “Callum…”
He glanced up at me, those sharp features drawn tight and his arms quivering a little like he was struggling to restrain himself. “Why wait, right?”
“Right,” I whispered, sliding my fingers into his hair. He licked a line through my slick folds. My hips nearly flew off the bed, the sensation of having another person’s mouth down there so foreign, yet so blissful that fireworks started going off behind my eyes almost immediately. “Oh!”
I felt Callum smile, but I was already too lost in his hands, his lips, and his tongue to ask if something was funny. Instead, I just hung on, probably tugging his hair so hard that it must’ve hurt, but he didn’t complain.
No one had done this to me—ever—except for him, and honestly, the guy made me understand why so many women raved about it so much. I had no idea how long it took before an orgasm was thundering through me, shattering my every thought and perhaps even my very existence, but it couldn’t have been very long.
Callum saw me through it, even licking me clean in the aftermath, but then his mouth was back on mine and I hadn’t seen him take off his pants, but I felt his cock against my stomach as he kissed me. Another moan slid out of me at the feel of him there, so hot and so hard that it should’ve been impossible.
“Are you okay?” he whispered between kisses. “We can stop now, if you want.”
“Don’t you dare.” I hooked my ankles around his hips, breaking the kiss to look into his eyes. “I want you to… you know.”
A devilish smile spread on his lips. “Yeah, I do know, and that’s definitely not going to be a problem, but we don’t have to?—”
“We don’t have to, but we want to,” I whispered, though it sounded more like a question.
Callum caught my face in one hand, reaching for something further along the mattress with the other. “You never have to doubt that I want you, Mais. It’s a given. Always has been. Always will be.”
With that, he brought a condom between us and I got to watch, up close and personal, as he tore it open with his teeth. As he sat up to roll it on, I saw a bead of wetness at his tip and it was like a switch tripped inside me, making me feel just as needy and aching for him as I had been before.
He repositioned himself on top of me, bringing his mouth back to mine, and he slowly started pushing into me. It had been a very long time since I’d been with anyone, but if he noticed anything, he didn’t say so.
Just taking it slow, he kissed me until I was breathless, toying with my nipples. He sank in one delicious inch at a time. When he was fully seated, I felt him trembling above me. He stopped moving and gave me some time to adjust until I gave my hips a roll to let him know I was ready.
Callum felt incredible inside me, making me feel so full that I almost couldn’t take it, and when he started thrusting for real, pushing all the way in before slowly withdrawing, I nearly started crying it felt so good.
I hung onto him, willingly giving up all control as he made me feel things I never had, slowly bringing me to an orgasm that absolutely blew my mind. My toes curled, and for the first time ever, I genuinely felt the pleasure all the way to my gums. My entire body was shaking when I felt his rhythm break. A long, sexy groan came out of him as he swelled inside me.
In the aftermath, the room was quiet except for the sound of our ragged breathing, still uneven as we lay tangled together in his sheets. My body was loose and warm, my mind still trying to catch up with what had just happened.
For a few blissful minutes, I didn’t think about anything except the weight of his arm around me and the steady beat of his heart under my cheek, but reality crept back in when I felt him shift to look at me.
“Stay here tonight,” he murmured, his voice rough with sleep and something softer.
God, I wanted to. My whole body screamed yes, but my heart clenched as I shook my head. “I want to, but I shouldn’t. My mom just got here, and I, uh, I’ve never spent a night away from Brody.”
