And then he was kissing my chin and down my throat, sucking at a spot on my neck that made me shudder, his stubble scratching deliciously across my skin.
Everything just disappeared.
Where we were. Why we were there.
It was only him and me and this intense fire that ignited between us.
I gasped at the touch of his hand on my bare leg, the slow way his calloused palm slid up my inner thigh. “Callan …”
“Beth,” he groaned, pressing wet kisses down my chest. “Let me, let me …” His fingers nudged under the thong I’d worn so panty lines wouldn’t ruin my dress. “Let me.”
There wasn’t even a thought of stopping him. I was already wet merely thinking about his touch. Ineededhim. “Yes,” I said hoarsely.
Callan brushed his thumb over my clit, and I whimpered. His head came up and our eyes met. His face was etched with harsh desire, his gaze so hot and wanting. He watched me as he rubbed my clit, the bundle of nerves swelling and throbbing as the tension in me tightened.
Then he was pushing his fingers inside me, stretching me, the sensation overwhelming and … perfect.
“Ahhh—” Callan covered my cry with his mouth, kissing me as he fucked me with his fingers. I moaned into the kiss as my orgasm built and built.
“Callan.” I broke the kiss, gasping for breath, grabbing his shoulders, my hips undulating against his touch. “Callan.”
“Fuck.” He held my low-lidded gaze as he thrust into me all the while rubbing his thumb over my clit. “Come. I want to watch you come, princess.”
The tension in me snapped. Callan kissed me, swallowing the sound of my climax. My inner muscles clenched around him as he finger-fucked me through the orgasm.
He released my mouth as I continued to shudder. Callan groaned, his teeth scraping my jaw as he trembled against me. “I want to fuck you so badly. I want my cock buried inside you right now, regardless of where we are.”
Realization dawned as I tried to catch my breath.
Holy hell.
We were in public.
I’d come on Callan’s fingers. I was wearing silk!
“We have to leave,” I whispered, my fingernails biting into his shoulders as he peppered wet kisses along my jaw, the feel of his stubble making me shiver with want. “Cal—Oh.” He bit my ear, and I shuddered with renewed arousal. “Oh, please don’t.”
“I can’t help it.” He ground his erection against me. “Beth, let me take you home. I need inside you.” He lifted his head to meet my gaze again. His expression was now absolutely stark with want. “I promise you it’ll be worth it. I’ll show you how good casual can be, princess.”
I’d lost control. He’d made me lose complete control.
And yet … it didn’t feel as scary as it had only a few days ago.
Because in those moments of sexual abandon … everything disappeared. My worries, my ambition, the constant noise in my head. It all went poof!
There was nothing but pleasure and the feel of Callan Keen in my arms.
So I threw out all my own rules. “Okay. Let’s do it.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
BETH
Callan needed a minute to get himself together. He assured me there were no wet patches on my dress, but I was too flustered and dazed to return to the party. We found a side exit and disappeared without saying a word to the host.
I no longer cared if that upset Sheera. Look at the lengths I’d had to go to, to put off her son without ruining my shot at landing her as a client, and he still accosted me at this party. Moreover, she’d looked at me likeIwas the problem.
Callan clutched my hand tightly as we strode to his Defender. He helped me up into my seat and when his hand lingered on my leg, we shared a heated look of promise. Maybe this was madness to indulge in a no-strings-attached affair with someone I used to have real feelings for … but I couldn’t lie to myself. The way he’d made me feel and forget everything but him and the pleasure he wrung from my body was addictive.
