One little push of his hand and I’m leaning against him. Lips parting, he introduces me to the wet heat of his tongue. It feels strange, and wonderful, and…
Breaking from his mouth so I can catch my breath, I’m immediately feeling flushed and hot all over. Half of me wants to ask him to unbutton a few buttons so I can cool down, while the other half wants to ask him to fan the flames so I can burn hotter.
“You taste like honey, you know that?” Sounding like he’s been hit in the chest, he doesn’t release me, not yet. Instead, his mouth glides over my chin and then toward my neck. “Makes me want to see how the rest of you tastes…”
The words leave him on their own accord, and I can feel him stiffen up as soon as he says them, like he’s afraid of how I’ll react.
Well, I’m just imagining him running his tongue wherever he wants, and it doesn’t sound like a bad idea in the slightest. “I’ve never… had someone taste me before.”
Grimacing at my inexperience, it’s my turn to worry about him not wanting to go further. But then, as soon as I admit it, something flashes across his eyes. A hunger so deep, I can only picture this man devouring me in one big bite.
Earlier, he’d said he’d been hunting before coming across me. If I hadn’t been injured, if he saw me… would he have wanted to make a meal out of me?
“You are going to kill me at this rate.” He curses under his breath and shakes his head. “You can’t say that. Hell, just looking at me like that… I’m not the kind of man you can say that to.”
Yet, I don’t regret a single syllable. Heck, I’d be willing to say them again if it weren’t for the way he’s staring at me. Like he wants to give me exactly what I’m thinking.
“No matter why you think I shouldn’t…” I take a deep breath and hold it, hoping my heart will stop racing. It doesn’t. “But I do, Callan. You’re different… but in a good way. You can… taste me.”
I don’t need to explain my feelings and how weird they are. He must get where I’m coming from. It’s why he’s touching me with ease. Why has he yet to put any space between us despite the room growing hotter by the second.
“You know what you’re asking me, right?”
I don’t, but I really want to find out. A man of his age must have far more experience. I want to see where his knowledge can take us. So, despite being unsure, I nod my head anyway before I hurt myself by shoving him on the bed and seeing how he’d taste againstmytongue.
6
Callan
This shouldn’t be happening, but I’ll be damned if I have the strength to stop myself now.
As hard as it was to peel my hands off of her, all I had to do was tell her to get on the bed, and she happily obliged. Hell, she got comfortable on my bed like it was her own. The sight was almost enough to make me crack a real smile.
But then she had to bend her legs at the knee and part her thighs for me. All I had to see was that damp spot on her underwear to know that I wouldn’t be able to be amused for long. Not with this hunger clawing at my chest, demanding to be sated.
A good man would put an end to this. She’s injured for starters, and even worse…Innocent. If she’s never been touched, then what right does a man in my shoes have to be the first to give her that kind of experience?
But I’m not a good man, am I? Hell, looking at Emery right now, the only thing I feel like is a bastard with a never-ending appetite.
Even now, she’s squirming, waiting for me to finally touch her. Little does she know, my biggest fear is starting something and not knowing when to call it finished. Once I get my tongue on her pussy and lick her until her limbs lose every ounce of strength, will I be able to let her leave my cabin? Maybe not without securing a ring on her finger first to ensure no other bastard tries to touch her.
“Take off your underwear.” The order leaves me roughly, and I have to fight the urge to reach over and tear them off of her so I can see what pink flesh lies beneath. “Be mindful of your leg.”
Her cheeks are the pinkest I’ve seen them, but even now, she can will up a smirk. “Has anyone ever told you that you’re bossy?”
She makes it impossible to avoid the blood in my body from rushing south. One little curve and I’m already testing my restraint.
“They’re too busy doing as I tell them to say such a thing.” Leaning toward her, I fist the sheet beneath us instead of touching her. “Let me see what you’re hiding, sweetheart.”
Thankfully, she doesn’t make me suffer for long. Though the slow disappearing act of her fingers slipping beneath her borrowed shirt is enough to make me want to howl. Teasing me without trying, I watch as she carefully drags her underwear down her thighs. By the time they reach her ankles, I’m salivating.
I shouldn’t be this far gone already. One glimpse of her bare skin and I’m breathing like I’ve finished hiking my personal best on this mountain.
She’s beautiful. All of her. The soft curve of her hips, the slight lift of her chest as she fights to keep her breathing steady,and lower, between her thighs, is truly the prettiest shade of pink I’ve ever seen. She’s damp there too, glistening under the low light, and the view sucks the air straight out of my lungs.
Emery’s hands flutter nervously at her sides, like she doesn’t know where to put them now that she’s exposed and vulnerable. Without a doubt, I’m sure of it. This woman is a virgin.
“You’re staring,” she whispers, and there’s no tease in it this time. Just uncertainty. A shaky breath escapes her. “Callan—”
