I bite my lip, desperately wanting to accept his offer.
I press the button on my vibrator, and it doesn’t magically start. Which means it’s not an option.
His heated gaze sweeps down my body, and my resistance shatters on the floor like glass.
“One time only.” I toss the vibrator on my bed and cross the main room to his bedroom. “One and done.”
Yeah right, Callie.
His arms drop off the doorframe, swiftly picking me up when I get close to the door. I wrap my arms around his neck, and our mouths collide, his tongue meeting mine, my hand fisting his hair.
Fuck, why on Earth did we wait this long?
He’s instantly hard, and I’m already halfway there, so there’s no way I won’t come this time even if he doesn’t go slow.
We’re crossing into dangerous waters, but I don’t give a shit. We can handle whatever comes next.
Chapter
Thirty-Five
Callie
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His lips don’t leave mine, his tongue continuing its exploration of my mouth.
His hunger for me is the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced.
I make a sound I don’t recognize and grab his T-shirt in both fists, dragging him closer as though I’m scared he’ll change his mind if there’s even an inch between us. He tastes like mint, and coupled with the scent of his aftershave, it’s all I can do not to rub myself against him like a cat.
This is so much better than I dreamed. He really is a good kisser, better than I remember from that night.
“Tell me to stop,” he says in a low voice against my lips. It’s a desperate plea, as if I’d be putting him out of his misery.
I should, but I don’t care to, so I grind along the bulge in his jeans.
“Don’t you dare,” I whisper, and then he’s kissing me again.
My back hits the wall softly, his body slotting into mine. The pressure of his solid weight pushing against me hits every fiber of my being.
This is exactly why the team being gone has felt like a mercy. Because if he’d been here, if I’d had to live with him every day, watch him walk around the kitchen as if he doesn’t know what he does to me, I would’ve snapped sooner.
Not that it matters now. We’ve moved so far past the line it can’t even be seen in the distance anymore.
Foster kisses along my jaw, then down my neck, and I tilt my head back, fingers digging into his hair. He says my name as though he’s barely hanging on.
Join the club.
My stomach flips. My heart trips. My whole body tightens, bracing because he’s about to ruin me. I’m certain of it.
He carries me into his bedroom as though he’s done it a hundred times. As though I belong in his bed and in his space. Maybe this moment was inevitable all along.
The bed dips under our weight, then he’s over me, braced on his forearms, staring down as he searches my face. I know what he’s going to ask before the words cross his lips.
“Are you sure?”
I swallow, and for a second, my brain tries to put up a fight. Tries to list all the reasons this is a bad idea. Tries to remind me of the consequences that will be apparent once we see this through.
