We kissed for what seemed like ages, by the time we pulled back I was out of breath. He continued his assault on my neck and along my collarbone.
Keeping his eyes trained on me, Callum moved down my body, watching almost as if to make sure I didn’t change my mind. We were too far gone. This was happening.
Zero chance of being interrupted. No holding back. This was what I’d been craving, thinking about non-stop since the last time I’d seen him.
I let out a quivering breath as he lowered to his knees in front of me. My legs edged apart, my knees weakening at the feel of his hands against my bare skin.
The skirt of my dress rose with his hands, they reached the sides of my hips and gave a quick tug to my lace panties. The material slid down my legs until they were nothing but a pool at my feet.
Bunching up my skirt, he finally had me exposed. I wasn’t sure I liked the nervous flutter in my stomach at that moment. He’d probably seen me completely naked more than I had but that was then, six years ago. He pressed a soft kiss to my hip bone then repeated to my other side, and I’d never felt so vulnerable.
Eyes closed I threw my head back, unable to watch any more. His hands, big and strong, gripped my thighs and surprised me by throwing one of my legs over his shoulder.
Oh god.
An open-mouthed kiss captured my lower lips. He was slow and precise but I knew what was coming next. His tongue. The long, pointed beast that could’ve turned any woman into a puddle in mere minutes. I’d forgotten just how much I’d missed that tongue.
It wasn’t a secret that a lot of men had no idea what they were doing when it came to sex, even less knew how to please a woman orally. And it had been a long fucking time since someone had made me feel this way.
“You know I hate fighting with you.” Liar. “I’m sorry, but I refuse to sign those bastard papers until I speak to you in person. There’s still hope for us Callum, I truly believe that. I just wish that you’d listen to me.”
My eyes rolled so hard that I was sure that I’d have a headache later on. I knew I shouldn’t have answered the phone, a decision that I was already regretting and we’d only been on the call for a few minutes.
I was listening alright, and all I could hear was how much she didn’t want a divorce. I pegged it down to the fact that the prenup that we both signed wouldn’t leave her with anything more than what she started with.
Which had been nothing.
Cheryl had quickly settled into the trophy wife role and the expensive tastes that went along with it. Without my money funding her lifestyle, she would have to go out and get herself a job.
Or another husband.
Considering I was her third, I didn’t anticipate that being a difficult task for her. I assumed she had expected this marriage to last, hence her agreement to the prenup in the first place.
“We can talk face to face all you like but I can assure you that I have absolutely no interest in getting back together with you Cheryl.” I sighed, exasperated with having to repeat myself.
My mind was made up. If only she could’ve seen that, then she’d know that she was wasting everyone’s time; hers, mine, and our very expensive lawyers.
“But maybe if we were face to face, I could convince you…” I bit my fist to hold in an annoyed groan. Knowing my luck, she would’ve taken it a completely different way than intended. The wrong way.
She could bat her eyelashes, purr at me and twirl her hair all she liked, I was not interested. The longer she drew this out the more fucking pissed off I became.
“No, Cheryl.”
“What the hell is wrong with you, Callum?”
Hmm.Probably a lot.
The thought to tell her the truth crossed my mind which only proved my point. There was something wrong with me. But maybe it was just enough to push her over the edge, to knock it off already.
“I’m in love with someone else.” It sounded like an exaggeration to my own ears. Yes, I was in love with Melody, but I always had been. This wasn’t a new development but I knew that it would be to Cheryl.
Of course, Cheryl knew a brief version of my history with Melody - that she was my last serious relationship and that she’d fucked me up pretty bad. But I’d been sure to leave almost all details out of storytelling time.
“You’re what?”
“Exactly as I said, Cheryl. We’re not getting back together. I’m in love with someone else, and I’d like a fucking divorce.” I knew raising my voice and getting angry with her was only going to make the situation worse but I couldn’t control myself any longer.
We’d spent three months going back and forth about the divorce papers. She’d tried everything in the book to stall the process. Before I filed for the divorce, we’d already been separated for four months. The only time we had seen each other or spoken during that time was when we bumped into each other at charity functions or other social engagements.
