He frowned. “Me either. We blew through the only one I had.”
“You didn’t bring more?” I arched a brow, chest heaving, nipples tightening against the cool air.
“I didn’t exactly come home with the intention of getting laid.” He pointed out, cocking a brow at me. He was fighting a smile. “You don’t have any in your nightstand?”
“No, Cal,” I whispered, rolling my eyes and releasing my hold on his cock. I could feel my cheeks heating with embarrassment, but I tried not to give those thoughts traction.
He pushed against me again, and I let out a quiet gasp, hand landing on his chest, over his heart.
“Does that mean you haven’t had other men in this bed?” He asked, lowly. His eyes smoldering with want and intensity. I shook my head, drawing in my bottom lip to bite it. Shifting so that he supported his weight with one arm, Cal lifted his hand. He gently tugged my lip free, running his thumb over the seam of my lips, along my jaw.
“No. I haven’t.” I whispered, eyes narrowing. “I wouldn’t bring strange men home while my son sleeps down the hall.”
“Am I ever glad I don’t fall under the strange man category,” he grinned.
“Are you…are you clean?”
He stilled, his thumb still cupping my chin, eyes fixated on mine. I could feel his cock throbbing against me through the thin material barriers. “Yes. You’re the only one I’ve ever…gone bare with.”
His honesty hurt; he’d confirmed the rumors, what I’d suspected. There’d been others since me. The tears came sudden and silent, and I did my best not to let them fall, but god—it stung.
What stung more than that was the anguish in his eyes.
As the tear slipped down my cheek, he tenderly brushed them away with his thumb, his face transformed into one of determination. “I need you to hear me, Harper.”
He spoke quietly, but his serious tone captured my full attention. I nodded, trying to calm my breathing.
“I won’t lie to you about anything. I can’t change the past, as much as I want to. I just have now. I have from here on out, and from here on out? I’m yours in every sense. Only yours. Okay?”
“Okay,” I whispered, believing him with my whole heart. It was impossible not to, with the way his eyes bore into mine, with the sincerity they swirled with.
If Cal had known what he knew now nine years ago, I know he would have made different choices—and I would have too. I couldn’t help but feel partially responsible, for not trying harder to reach out to him.
He tucked a stray hair behind my ear, his beryl eyes studying me. “Eyes forward, babe.”
I brought my hand to the side of his face. “Eyes forward,” I whispered, nodding.
He smiled, desire pooling in the dark depths of his eyes as he lowered his lips to mine, gently kissing me. As he worked my mouth, his hand slid all the way up my spine. I arched into his touch, and his fingers tangled in my hair. He slowed the kiss, lifting his head and nuzzling my nose with his, the metal piercings cold against my warm flesh. “I’m yours. Say it.”
“You’re mine,” I whispered. His lips spread into a radiant smile that made me grin just as wide.
He pressed one tender kiss after another to my cheeks, my jaw, to the side of my neck. There he took his time, gently sucking on the flesh, making goosebumps appear like a roadmap to all the places I wanted his lips.
He smiled against my neck, his mouth moving down, laying kisses on my collarbone, to the peak of my breast. Drawing in my nipple, he sucked it into his mouth, rolling his tongue over the tip as his fingers twisted my other nipple, tugging it. I arched my back, letting a sigh escape my lips, letting it all fade away until the only thing that existed was this moment with him.
Calum continued moving down the length of my body, kissing and tasting a pathway straight to my mound. His tongue swirled around my belly button, dragging lower until he lifted it before reaching where I needed him. I wriggled against him impatiently.
He grinned, finally positioned between my thighs. My trembling legs parted more for him. Cal’s breath was hot against my covered centre. His moves were deliberate as he tugged the lacy material aside.
His tongue licked along my entrance, lapping up the wetness that seeped out of me. “God, you’re so wet already.” He moaned against my flesh before sucking my lips. Pausing, he slid his finger in. “So fucking good.” He murmured, the vibration against my clit made me mew with gratification.
“Cal—“
“You know what I want,Acushla.” He instructed gruffly, sliding a second finger in me. I bucked against him, walls squeezing his digits while he sucked my folds and rubbed my clit with his pinky.
He was a musician in the sheets, too. He was playing me with every digit. I came, biting down on my fist to keep from moaning my release. He continued working me through it, sucking on my lips, drawing it out, lapping up the fruits of his labour with a wicked grin.
He drew his fingers out, licking them, not quite through with the taste of me. His shoulder muscles strained beneath my hands as he crawled back up to kiss me.
