Holyshit, Callum is kissing me.
My watch beeps with an elevated heartbeat alert, and I don't give a flying fuck. Callum is kissing me.
He tastes like orange soda and man. It’s gentle. My god, it’s so tender and tentative, but he may as well be shoving his tongue down my throat because my body reacts all the same, sending desire shooting south and making my dick stiffen. My synapses fire as I groan into his soft mouth, and when we pull back, I already want to dive back in for more.
He’s blinking, almost like he can’t believe what we did. His tongue darts out, wetting his lower lip, and I swear it’s the most sensual thing I’ve ever seen.
“Any thoughts?” I prod.
“Holy shit,” he says. “That was amazing.”
A cute smile spread across his face, making my heart go all soft.
Callum twists his hands together. “Can we please do that again? Only if you want to, though. I probably sucked.”
My mouth falls open. “You didn’t suck.” I scoff. “You wereawesome. Kiss me whenever the hell you want?—”
He cuts me off by doing exactly that, and the pleasant, burning surprise makes me gasp. He’s still being restrained, but there’s a heated desperation behind every swipe of his tongue along mine and in every heavy sigh that he breathes out.
And that’s when it hits me. He’s shedding years of hiding, secrets, and repression, and he trusts me enough to do all that in front of me, and with me.
I deepen the kiss, and something in Callum unlocks as he places a firm hand in the small of my back. A heady groan spills out of his mouth and into mine, followed by his tongue. Warmthblooms in my gut and travels down, and we can’t keep ramping up like this in public, not if we don’t want to end up on some kind of list.
Even if Ireallywouldn't mind his hand going a tiny bit lower. He can squeeze my ass if that's what he wants.
He doesn't, and my hands travel along his body, slipping under his jacket and pressing against the fuzzy fabric of his shirt. I’m tempted to slide underneath and roam across his soft skin, but that'd be going a little too far.
“You’re not kidding about whenever, right?” Callum mumbles, pulling back. His pupils are blown, his lids are drooping, and I don't think I've seen a more kissable face than his.
I shake my head. “No way. Kiss me whenever and wherever you want.”
He freezes.
Wait, was that too much?
“Wherever?” Callum runs his tongue along his upper teeth in a move that fries even more of my self-control. “Are you sure?”
I huff. “Dude, I’m so sure. You take the lead.”
“Can we go back to yours and do that?”
Holy shit, yes.
Heat flashes in his eyes, and it’s unmistakable.
It’s want.
Callum got his first kiss out of the way. If he also wants to punch his V-card in the same night, I’d be honored to help. The mere thought of stripping him down, nestling myself between those thick, thick thighs, and getting my mouth on him is firing me the hell up.
“For sure,” I say, tamping down my inner horndog. Feeling bold, I stick my hand out, and he places his fingers over mine.
Everything tonight has been so tender—kissing, touching, and now holding hands, but it’ssatisfying. Like the first tiny sip of a piping-hot bowl of soup you’ve been craving all day long. I could hold his hand forever.
But someone rounds the corner in front of us, and he drops itlike hot coal. The absence, while totally understandable, is devastating.
“Sorry,” he whispers. “I’m still not used to other people seeing me like this.”
“Don’t worry about it. That just means we need to hurry up and get back to our place.”
