He dips toward me, capturing my mouth in another kiss that steals my breath. “Better, Parker. So much better than I could have imagined.”
He leaves a soft kiss on my lips before carefully extricating himself from me and disappearing into the bathroom. When he returns, the condom is gone and he has a washcloth. But instead of handing it to me, he brings it between my legs, cleaning me up.
This man just fucked me harder than anyone has in recent memory. Yet this moment feels much more intimate than when he was moving inside me, the appreciation in his stare making my heart squeeze.
When he’s done, he tosses the cloth onto the floor and joins me. He drapes the duvet on top of us as he pulls me into his arms, my back to his front.
“It’s official,” he murmurs, lips grazing my skin.
“What’s that?”
“I really like snow storms.”
CHAPTEREIGHTEEN
CALLUM
A sliver of sunlight peeks through the shades, and I’ve never cursed morning as much as I do at this moment. I wanted the night to last forever. Wanted to keep Parker in my arms as long as possible.
Nothing’s ever felt so right. So damn perfect.
If I’d run into my brother and Sadie any other time, I’m not sure I would have handled it as well as I did. I probably would have lain awake all night, wondering if there was something I could have done differently to prevent her from cheating on me, and with my own brother.
For months after I learned the truth, that’s precisely what I did. Blamed myself. Because that’s what Sadie and my brother did. They blamed me. Said if I didn’t work so much, Sadie wouldn’t have felt so lonely.
It took me years to finally realize that was only something they said to make themselves feel better.
Once I kissed Parker, all thoughts of my brother and Sadie disappeared.
All thoughts ofworkhave disappeared, too.
When I’m with Parker, she consumes me completely.
And I don’t know how to feel about that.
Ever since I lost Sadie, I’ve lived my life with one singular focus — growing my firm into one of the most successful real estate development companies in the country, maybe even the world.
I love my work.
It’s safe.
It’s dependable.
It’s something I can control.
At least more than I can control another person’s emotions and feelings.
Parker stirs in my arms, forcing me back to the present. When she rubs her ass against me, I’m powerless to resist her, my erection springing back to life.
“Down, boy,” she remarks in a raspy voice.
I pull her closer, circling my hips. “I can’t help it. My cock has a mind of its own around you. Especially when you rub this amazing ass against him.”
I run my hand along her side, relishing in the softness of her skin before traveling across her hipbone and toward the apex of her thighs. She eagerly parts them, just as desperate for my touch as I am to feel the most intimate parts of her body.
I bury my head in the crook of her neck, nipping on her flesh as I run my fingers through her heat. “Or this soaking wet cunt.”
“Callum,” she pants, slowly moving against me, telling me with her body how much she needs my touch. “You have a wicked mouth.”
