No one can see her here, but I stand in front of her shielding her in case anyone comes in, as I untie the apron at her neck and peel it down. It’s natural instinct to look down at her bare tits, at how her nipples pebble in the chilly air. She wraps her arms around me again when I pull her against me, stroking my fingertips up and down her spine.
“Fuck, Charley,” I press my forehead against hers. “I’m mad at you.”
“Why?” she tries to pull back but I grip her neck to keep her there.
“You tried to fight him.”
“He hurt Ellie.”
“I don’t care.”
“If you think I was going to stand there and watch-”
I cut her off again with another kiss, because she is right, Charley did just enough to make that asshole back off, God knows what else he would have done if she hadn’t.
Chapter Twenty Five
Nashville
She’s here, she’s safe, she’s in my arms and I can’t go another fucking second without telling her how I feel, except Charley isn’t giving me the chance, she is clawing at me, pulling on my shoulders and gripping me tight to her with her thighs.
Her breasts are rubbing against the thin fabric of my T-shirt which she clearly doesn’t like because she rips it over my head. Whatever she needs to make her feel safe, to know that she has me and I will always be here for her, then I’m going to give it.
I shift backwards and grab her shorts, taking them off and I throw them on the floor as she opens my jeans and takes out my very hard cock.
“Callum,” she whispers.
“I’m here,” I take her cheek in my hand and hold my cock with the other, guiding it inside of her. “I’ll always be here,” I kiss her again as I push all the way inside.
Our bodies move together like we were made to be joined. I swallow all of her little gasps and moans as I give her what she needs, letting her know she got through this horrible thing.
“I’m never going to let you go, Charley,” I grip her chin and make sure she is looking at me. “You mean too much to me. I was scared shitless when I thought you were hurt. I can’t feel like that again. Not without letting you know what this means to me.”
She arches her back, clamping down tight on me and I groan but I have to tell her.
“Fuck Charley. I’ve never loved anyone before, but I know,” I groan again and thrust deeper. “I know with you, you’re the only woman I want.”
“Callum,” she moans again and pushes against me, rolling her hips back and forth.
Between us, I watch my cock going in and out of her and grit my teeth against the need to fill her. She cries out when I cup her ass cheeks and pull her hard against me, pumping into her. Her mouth drops open, and she lets out another cry, which I smother again so no one can hear as my girl comes all over my cock.
Charley is panting and gasping as I keep thrusting in and out, chasing my own release. It doesn’t take long before I’m filling her up and I clutch her to me by the back of her neck and her lower spine. Her head lolls to the side as I kiss her throat, lightly sucking on her perfect skin.
This is probably very wrong given where we are, and what is going on, but Charley needed it. Not the sex. The closeness, the knowledge that even though something awful has happened, she is alive, here with me.
She lets me kiss her all over her neck and throat, then palms my cheek and pulls me up so she can kiss me, long and deep. It’s a life altering kiss, which I will never recover from, this woman owns me.
It’ll fucking kill me if she walks away from me again, even if the last time was only a few hours and I dragged her ass back, that feeling of her being gone slayed me.
“Do you mean it?”
“Yeah,” I grin. “I didn’t say it very well.”
“You said it perfectly,” she smiles back at me. “You said it like only you could.”
“Like an ass,” I laugh but she frowns so I straighten my face and be serious about it, because this is what I want, and I never say anything I don’t mean. “I will never stop showing you that you belong here with me.”
Her eyes soften as she leans back and stares at me. “I want that too,” she whispers, then frowns at her words, as if they’re not enough.
