His hands skimmed from my hips to my shoulders, sliding over the straps of my dress and hooking under them. Callum’s touch did things to me no one else had ever even come close to, lighting me up and making me feel like I could touch the stars.
I’d missed him something awful, and from the way he was kissing me back, I was pretty sure the feeling was mutual. Our fervent kisses seemed to be driving him as crazy as they were driving me, his hips rolling slightly against mine.
This was absolutely nuts, making out like this with probably not much more than thirty minutes to go before the ceremony, but I couldn’t bring myself to stop. As if he’d heard the thought, he groaned and his mouth broke away from mine, heat, love, and raw lust blazing in his eyes.
“Turn around, Mais,” he said, his voice low and commanding. “Unless you don’t want to risk it?”
Instead of replying, I did what he’d said and turned around. Callum and I had had so many things to figure out, but as much as my heart had been breaking earlier, he’d pieced it back together again with everything he’d said.
It even felt like I’d been put back together stronger. Because now I knew for sure that no matter what, he and I would always come back to each other. Work it out. Even if there was still so much left to figure out.
Right now though, I didn’t want to think about our families outside or how the Westwoods were going to react to the news. I didn’t want to worry about how we were going to tell them or wonder if they were going to hate me in the future.
All I wanted was to lose myself in him. I wanted to feel all those things only he could make me feel. I wanted to know that I was making him feel those things too. I needed both of us to just be together.
So I stuffed all my thoughts and worries tightly inside an impenetrable lockbox in my head and braced my palms against the wall. Callum shoved the skirt of the dress up and my insides clenched, my back arching.
God, I want him so bad.I was aching for him, desperately needing to feel him moving inside me, to be enveloped in hisarms and his scent. Knowing he wanted me and had missed me just as much was enough to make me feel like I would combust if we had to stop now.
His hands caressed my shoulders as he tugged the straps of my dress down a little, managing to get them low enough that he could slide his fingers into the cup of the built-in bra. He pinched my nipples, and instantly, a breathy moan escaped me. I arched into him, whimpering when he did it again.
Finally, he withdrew one hand and moved it under my dress, his fingers hooking around the elastic of my panties and yanking them down. My thong fell to my feet and I kicked it off, stepping out of my heels in the process.
Callum’s fingertips explored every bare inch of my skin, grazing across my hipbone, my ass, and the side of my thigh. The hand at my chest toyed with my nipples, driving me wild. It was like I could feel him everywhere, pressed up against my back, his feet on the outsides of my own and his hands wreaking havoc on my body.
“Callum,” I murmured, my voice only just above a whisper. I needed him to touch me so badly and I arched my back again, pressing my butt into his crotch. “We have to hurry.”
“No, we don’t.” He spun me so we faced each other, his features tight with need. My knees threatened to buckle under the intense heat in his gaze and another moan slid out of me. As if he could tell that I was struggling to hold myself up, he stepped into me, pinning me against the stone wall.
The warmth of his body against mine felt so damn good. The pressure as he leaned his weight into me made my eyelids flutter closed. His fingertips grazed across my skin again and I shivered, my lips parting. His mouth dropped to my neck, hot and wet as he planted a trail of kisses to my ear.
He sucked and nipped at a sensitive spot I hadn’t even known I had behind it, but he didn’t stop, dragging more kisses alongmy jaw until he reached my lips. I leaned into him, pressing my body as close to his as I could get.
As our fronts connected, I felt how incredibly hard he was and I moaned, my hips rolling to grind against him, but it wasn’t enough. Callum was taking this a lot more slowly than I wanted him to, but as frustrating as it was, I knew he was savoring every moment of our reunion. I was relishing it too, truly cherishing every moment of being back with him.
He slid a hand up my thigh, taking my face in his free hand and kissing me deeply. His tongue swept into my mouth and a low, throaty groan fell from his lips. My pulse skyrocketed, even the insides of my thighs feeling slick. I considered dropping to my knees and taking him into my mouth.
The ache between my legs had become painful, but I squeezed my thighs together for some relief. We probably didn’t have time for me to go down on him, but I started lowering myself anyway. Callum stopped me, looking deep into my eyes for a beat before he kissed a line down my throat and across my shoulders.
He slid a hand into my top again, but this time, he drew my breast out of the bra, managing to push my neckline down just far enough to expose my nipple. My fingers flew to his soft hair when he sucked it into his hot mouth. He flicked it with his tongue before releasing it and bringing his lips back to mine.
My breathing was heavy and ragged, but so was his. As much as I didn’t want to rush this, I was going to explode if he didn’t speed things up. It had been too long, and any minute now, a knock could come at the door.
“Callum. Please.”
He cupped my mound in his palm, his voice husky and his breathing shaky against my ear. “You’re so wet, Mais. Do you want me inside you?”
“Yes,” I whispered. “We can’t have much time left, though.”
“Fuck that. We’ll get there when we get there.” His lips sank down to mine as my hands tugged at his shirt, pulling it out of his pants. I let my fingertips dance over his taut stomach. Callum’s tux had come without a cummerbund, a fact I was extremely thankful for right now. His skin was hot under my palms, his defined muscles rippling under my touch.
My legs started shaking as his hands skimmed up my thighs, sliding between my folds and drawing a loud shout out of me. It was still storming outside, though. Thunder was roaring and the rain sounded like gunshots against the glass.
“Like that?” He stroked my clit and my hands dug into his hips when his fingers slid down my slit. Spreading my legs to give him better access, I nearly collapsed as he pushed a finger into me.
“Yes,” I breathed, his body on mine the only thing keeping me from falling over.
His fingers moved faster and deeper, his kisses becoming harder and hungrier. Tension pulsed between my legs, pulling so tight that I knew it was about to snap. I was so, so close and Callum read my body like an open book, giving me exactly what I needed.
