“Ah, fuck. You’re good.”
“Don’t I know it?”
I followed her to the dance floor because I had no choice. None at all, really.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Callie
Waking up with Zade’s mouth between my legs had to be the best morning of my life. I stretched out against him now, basking in the joy of yet another earth-shattering orgasm. “You get the best mouth award.”
“That is an award I’d wear with pride. I mean, the Cy Young would be nice one day, but until then…I’ll be content with this.”
“Does the world know that you are actually a marshmallow?”
“Marshmallow? How so, Ms. Callie? I’m not soft and shit.”
“Sure, sure.” I mimicked Tanner’s phrase. “For someone who doesn’t do the romance and sleepovers and romance shit…you say the damnedest things.”
“I do have to say that I thoroughly enjoyed my second night over here.” His eyes lit up with clear acknowledgment of our sexcapades. I didn’t complain though. It had been a fantastic night spent in bed together.
“I take it you didn’t have a lot of sleepovers as a kid?”
“Here and there. Those were more building forts and playing superheroes.”
“Sounds like the kinds I had. Tons of fun, those were.”
“Uh-huh. But I assure you I never did this.” He pulled me up on top of him and cupped my ass.
“I hope not,” I joked, the breath leaving me when he ground against me, showing me how ready he was.
“I want to see you ride me.”
“Mm. We can arrange that.” I heated over, flushed from the wake-up orgasm he’d delivered, but when he looked at me and touched me like that… I got hot all over again. I grabbed a condom from the nightstand and slipped it on him. I hadn’t ever been on top before, but now was not the time to be gun-shy. I straddled him, slowly sliding down and loving how his body reacted to me. His whole face tightened in pure focus and… Damn, boy.
“Fuck, Callie. Give me your mouth.” He grabbed my head and kissed the shit out of me as I rocked against him. I loved being in control. It empowered me, adrenaline pumping through my veins. I pushed him back to the bed and rocked my hips. I held his hands above his head and he smiled. “I fucking love this, by the way.”
“If you can talk, I’m not doing it right.” I increased my speed, using my teeth and mouth to bite the places I knew he liked. Not two minutes later, his breathing picked up and he was close. He kept his eyes on mine the entire time and it had to be the most erotic thing I’d experienced. He saw all of me, held nothing back and he moaned my name as he convulsed inside me.
“Goddamn. I’m not leaving.” He pulled me into his arms and cradled me against his chest after disposing of the condom. “What is it about you?”
“It’s my charm and wit,” I said, my mind racing from being near him.
“Uh-huh. It’s more than that.” He ran his fingers down my arm in a comforting and spine-tingling way. I couldn’t recall ever feeling so…cherished? Admired? Loved?Oh no. Not that word.I stopped that train of thought before it took root in me and made me crazy. “I forgot to ask you yesterday. Can I see you play the guitar sometime?”
“Of course. I can play now, if you’d like?”
“Fuck yeah.” He pushed himself to lean against my wall with a devilishly handsome smile. He made my queen-size bed seem small and unimportant. Hell, he made the whole bedroom small and boring. My heart went into overdrive, a now-constant state around him. I grabbed the guitar from the stand and went back to the bed. “I wish I had a picture of this.”
“Better not even try.” I pointed my finger hard at the center of his chest. I did not play the booty pics or sexting games that were so popular. Call me old-fashioned, but hell to the no. He held up his hands in surrender. “Are you ready?”
He nodded. I began with a rendition of a blend of Tom Petty songs, then into a Red Hot Chili Peppers tune and finished with the Killers. I hummed the words, not quite trusting my voice on its own. It shook around him and I sounded better paired with Greta. I closed my eyes when I played, feeling the music and vibrations from the guitar. I opened them and saw Zade’s face twisted into a grimace, almost. Suddenly, I was embarrassed. I didn’t expect a standing ovation but playing music for someone meant a lot to me. It had always been a deep part of my soul. I didn’t expect to see a pained expression.
The word vomit took over. “I never took classes or anything. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have played. I’m awkward. I played with Greta and I know we aren’t the best but—”
“Shut up. I’m in awe of you. I’m not handling it well. Shocking. I know.” His voice had an odd ring to it. I bit my lip and set the guitar down. I threw on some clothes, feeling a little too exposed at the moment, and he gnawed on his fingernail while I did it.
“You’re making me nervous again.”
