He hooked his arms under hers and lifted Grace to his chest.In one swift move, he strode into the bedroom and lay over her on his bed.His hand covered her hand, and he pressed her palm against his cock.“Call me a liar again, babe.Tell me I don’t want you again.”
“Then why won’t you kiss me?”she whispered hoarsely.
“Because you’re a damsel in fuckin’ distress, and I’m the goddamn big bad wolf.I’m what you will regret.”
She froze, unable to believe what he had just said.
Callum released her hand and cupped her cheek.“I have wanted you too long to blow it because I’m an impatient asshole.”
The heavy air in her lungs wisped away, and she couldn’t take a deep enough breath.“I promise you’re not.”
His thumb smoothed over her skin.“You are going to regret me.”
Her eyelids sank shut.“I could never regret what I’ve always wanted.”
He brushed his lips over hers.
She opened her eyes, and those stormy eyes she never knew how to read were now an open book.Worry mixed with hunger.Arousal warred with apprehension.“I need you, Callum.More than anything you’re worried about.”
He kissed her again.Sweet and soft yet shimmery bursts of electricity sparked from the touch.Her tongue tested his resolve, running over his full bottom lip.His breath shook.She made Callum Hale quake.Absolutely impossible, but it was true.
His forehead dropped to hers, and his chest expanded as if he were sucking in all the oxygen in the room.Callum eased his body against her, his hips pressed to Grace, weight settling between her bare legs.
“I’m not fucking you right now.”His fingertips skimmed from her cheek down her neck.He traced the line of her collarbone and followed the thin strap of her bra, following the fabric until he teased along the cup.“Not because I don’t want to.”
She trembled under the pads of his fingers.“Because you’re cruel and awful.”
His lips quirked.“Because I want to take my time.”He dragged his knuckles gently over the spilling mound of her breast, then over her bra again.
She whimpered.Touch me.Tease me.Take me.God, please, be inside me.
“Because it’s not the right time.”Callum eased to her side.He trailed his fingers down the valley of her breasts and over her soft stomach.A trail of goosebumps followed.He teased over the waist of her underwear and slowly slid his palm lower and lower until he cupped her pussy.Dark hunger flared in his eyes.
His eyes locked on hers as he slipped his fingers under the fabric and caressed her slick skin.There was no hiding her need.
Callum dragged in a strangled breath.“Are you okay?”
“I swear,” her voice shook, “I will hate you if you stop.”
His smile crooked with a silent rumble of laughter, but he whispered, “The things I will do to you with just my hand.”
“Callum…”
He dragged the fabric down her legs and pressed his cinnamon kiss to her mouth.Sweet and slow, his tongue slid against hers as his fingers dipped and danced, coating the digits in her arousal.
“Spread your legs for me.”His deft fingers teased her seam, easing her open to his touch.“All mine.”
She nodded into his kiss.
He pressed into her, testing her body and giving her more until his thick fingers filled her.Her hips writhed.In and out, bending his fingers just enough, letting her ride his hand as she drowned in the onslaught of kisses.Like he knew how badly she needed this orgasm, his hand never stopped moving, teasing, bringing her closer and closer to the edge.“Callum…”
She reached for him and palmed the erection straining against his pants.
“Not yet.”He smoothed his thumb over her clit, circling until she could cry.Her ragged breath quickened.His fingers thrust into her again and matched the way her body moved.The hungry lift of her hips begged for more.
“I need…” She couldn’t think.The buildup of this orgasm was too much.“Callum.”
“Give me your hand,” he said against her lips.“Touch yourself.”
