His thumb brushes my lips. "Tell me," he says.
"I wanted to see you," I say.
"Why?"
"Because I…" My voice breaks. "Because I can't stop thinking about you."
His eyes darken, and something shifts in the air between us.
"You know now that you're here, I can't let you leave."
"I don't want to go back," I say, the words tumbling out before I can stop them. "I want to be here. With you."
He stares at me for a long moment, his expression unreadable.
Then, without speaking, he wraps his arms around me, leans down, and kisses me.
This kiss is different from the one in the warehouse.
That one was for survival. This one is real.
My heart is racing so fast it feels like it might burst, but the fear is different now. It's sharp and bright and threaded through with want.
His mouth moves against mine, slow and possessive, like he's claiming me, like he's erasing every man who ever touched me before.
I kiss him back, my hands sliding up his chest, my fingers curling into warm skin. He exhales softly against my lips, something dangerously close to a groan.
He tastes like something I desperately need.
His hands slide down my back, pulling me closer, and I gasp against his mouth.
As he kisses me, I feel his bulge getting bigger.
I slide my hand down and rub his cock from outside his boxer briefs, and he kisses me deeper, his mouth devouring mine like he's been holding back all night and finally snapped.
His hands move to the zipper on my dress and he slides it down slowly. It falls to the floor and he pulls me toward him, the warmth of his skin I can now feel all over me.
He pulls back slightly, his eyes roaming over me.
I'm standing in front of him in just my bra and panties, and I should feel exposed or even ashamed, but I don't.
Because the way he's looking at me makes me feel beautiful.
He leans down and starts kissing and licking my neck. The sensation sends fire throughout my body.
He then picks me up like I weigh nothing, his hands gripping my butt, and carries me to the bed.
He lays me down gently, his body hovering over mine, and kisses me again.
His mouth moves from my lips to my jaw, my neck, my collarbone.
Every kiss feels like a promise.
Suddenly, the bathroom light automatically turns off.
Darkness swallows the room and panic surges through me.
"Callum," I say, tapping his shoulder. "The dark. The dark."
