She tipped her head back and fell into his stormy eyes.His free hand cupped her cheek, running his thumb over her parted lips.Her soft breathing stuttered.
“Not a damn soul can see you.”His jaw tensed.“Grace—”
She kissed him.
No hesitation.No room for second-guessing.She lived for the touch of his lips against hers.Just like every time before, need flared, flamed, and exploded as if the unspoken years of missed opportunity could burn.
The hand on her cheek dropped to her waist, and with a hard, hungry yank, Callum belted her against him.She arched to him, sweeping her tongue and deepening the kiss until her knees turned liquid.
He tore away, chest heaving.His gaze darted to her kiss-swollen lips, then Callum leaned closer, locking his eyes on her as if he could read her soul.“I’m not fucking you against the wall.”
The corners of her lips lifted.“What if I say please?”
“You’re going to be the death of me,” he rasped.
“Please—”
Callum swept her into his arms again.“Not yet.”
His lips claimed hers again.The yearning for him pulsed between her legs.Arousal ached in her pussy.Callum carried her into the bedroom, kicked the door shut, and lay her down as though she might break.
She burned so hot, she shivered.Years of wanting him, fantasizing over how he might look at her, was nothing compared to the way he stood before her now, memorizing her in bed.
His erection strained against his pants, and stripping off his shirt, he fell onto the bed beside her, pulling her mouth to his.Hot, wet strokes of his tongue delved past her lips.He sucked and teased and pushed her to the edge.
She inched away and tossed off her shirt.He didn’t miss a beat and snagged her shorts away.In her bra and underwear, she couldn’t be close enough.“You have on more clothes than me.”
Callum stripped, and she’d never seen a man more perfect.Hard muscles cut over harder muscles.His intensity was too much as he stroked his thick length, watching her, waiting with a ravenous need.
“God, you’re perfect.”His strong hands unfastened her bra.He dragged his hands over her skin until he hooked her panties and dropped them to her knees.Callum cradled her in his arms again as he had when he carried her into the bedroom.Then again, carefully as though she might break, he laid her out and slid the fabric free of her legs.“Perfect.”
She’d never have agreed, but in his eyes, she believed it.
He lifted her foot into his hand and kissed her ankle.The velvet hot slide of his tongue worked up her calf and teased the indentation at the back of her knee.
Grace wriggled her hips.Anticipation coursed through her blood as he kissed higher, shouldering her thighs apart.She couldn’t catch her breath.“Callum.”
His lips hovered near the sensitive place at the top of her leg, breathing against where she wanted him the most.
She bit her lip.“Please,” she cried out, back arching with the stroke of his fingers.
His fingers and tongue parted her open, sliding against her.His approving growl reverberated through her pussy.The tip of his tongue circled the tight bud of needy nerves.Grace lifted her hips, begging for more.
His chin dropped, and Callum pressed his tongue into her.She died at the intrusion.Sensation after sensation exploded.He alternated his tongue and fingers, and she cried his name.He sucked.His fingers plunged.The back and forth, the building pressure, brought her closer to the razor-sharp edge of heaven.“Please.”
He gave her what she needed.
Harder and faster and more, until she was bucking on his face, riding against his hand.Grace orgasmed like she’d never come in her life.
Her fingers threaded into his hair.“I need you inside me.”
He repositioned, flexing his rigid length against her wetness, meeting her eye as though he had so much to say.Instead, he reached for his pants, extracted a condom, and sheathed himself.
She reached for him.He covered her.The head of his cock pressed into her.So much.So good.He stretched her, splitting her apart as her legs wrapped around his powerful thighs and her teeth bit his shoulder.Her eyes rolled shut.Every part of her relaxed and tightened in a seesawing war of need and pleasure.
He worked in and out until fully inside her, and this intoxicating fullness had never seemed so possible.“Grace.”
“Please fuck me.”
