He glowered.
I shoved him gently, knowing where his mind had gone. “A man’s touch isn’t the only thing that makes my nipples hard, Captain. Air conditioning, a cool breeze … my nips are kind of happy to say hello under any of those circumstances.”
Seeming to bite back a smile, he brushed his mouth over me as he cupped my breasts and squeezed. “Not any man’s touch, though.”
“No.” I reached for his trousers. “Not just any man’s. Only yours, in fact.”
Possessiveness hardened his expression, but he stepped out of my reach. “Hands on the table.”
I shivered at the command but did as I was told.
“Good girl,” he murmured.
If he’d said that to me at any other moment, I’d want to smack him. In this moment, my body visibly reacted. My nipples peaked and my lower stomach muscles trembled.
Callan smirked.
“Cocky bastard,” I huffed.
His answer was to grin harder and tear my knickers down my legs. He threw them over his shoulder, gripped my thighs in his strong hands, and spread me.
“Oh!”
“Lie back.”
I did.
It wasn’t the most comfortable position I’d ever been in, but none of that mattered at the first swipe of his tongue between my legs.
I cried out, lifting my head to watch him. His eyes were on me as he ate at me.
“Oh my …” I arched into his tongue and then scrambled onto my elbows because I wanted to watch.
“Callan,” I panted as he licked and sucked and tormented my body. When he drew my clit between his teeth, I thought my heart might explode.
I came, my back bowing as the orgasm rushed through me.
But he didn’t stop.
He lapped, devouring my climax, teasing me into another. His fingers thrust between my legs as he sucked at my swollen clit until I was nothing but the pleasure building inside.
“Callan, Callan, I can’t!” I’d collapsed on the table, my gaze on the ceiling as my second orgasm crashed over my body, proving me a liar.
Because apparently, I could.
And hard.
I was still shuddering through it, dazed and hot and sweaty, when I found myself manhandled onto my feet. “Callan?”
“I want to make love to you,” he forced out between gritted teeth, “but I really want to fuck you hard first.”
“That one,” I agreed breathlessly. “We could do the other la—” I cut off on a gasp as he spun me, bending me over the table. Excitement shivered down my spine.
“Spread.”
I did, the cool air between my legs and the wooden table scraping against my nipples as I lay on my stomach. I glancedover my shoulder at him as he fumbled frantically with his zipper.
Callan didn’t even undress fully. He’d barely released his cock from his boxer briefs when he thrust inside me. I cried out, pushing onto my elbows for better balance as he gripped my hips in his hands.
