“Then have me.”
CHAPTERTWENTY-SEVEN
PARKER
Callum doesn’t waste any time, jumping to his feet and pulling me with him so swiftly I barely manage to keep up as we stumble back inside the cottage. We hurriedly rid ourselves of our shoes and coats, tossing them into a pile on the floor before he crashes his lips against mine.
He moves his hands to my ass and hoists me up, forcing my legs around his waist. With quick steps, he carries me into the bedroom, his mouth not leaving mine until he lowers me to my feet to shrug off his suit jacket.
“Let me,” I murmur.
Lust vibrates in the space between us as I reach for his tie, my fingers working the knot. I’m about to toss it aside, but he stops me, yanking it from my grasp. A devilish grin curls on his mouth.
“Let’s keep this handy.” He dips his head into the crook of my neck, nipping my skin. “You never know when I might need to restrain you. Or blindfold you.”
My core clenches as desire pools between my thighs. I crane my head, inviting his intoxicating touch to explore further. His hands move along my frame, teasing me with each subtle caress.
But I need more than just his hands. I need all of him.
Pushing against him, I swiftly unbutton his shirt and shove it down his arms, discarding it onto the floor. His socks and pants soon join it, his erection springing free. I wrap my hand around it, my thumb spreading the pre-cum around his tip, eliciting a groan.
“Goddamn, Parker.” He grips my face, his breathing ragged. “What the hell are you doing to me?”
“The same thing you’re doing to me,” I admit honestly.
He slams his lips back to mine as I continue sliding my hand up and down his length, relishing in the tiny groans of pleasure I elicit from him.
“My turn,” he growls after several seconds, stepping out of my touch.
“Your turn?” I repeat, brow arched.
Biting his lower lip, he gives me a slow nod, danger flashing in his dark eyes.
“To undress you.” He spins me around and pushes my hair over one shoulder.
He lowers the zipper of my dress with a tantalizing slowness that sets me ablaze, caressing every inch of me as he slides the material off my body, allowing it to pool at my feet.
But he doesn’t let me face him. Not yet. Instead, he loops an arm around my waist and forces me against him, my back to his front. God, what I wouldn’t give for him to bend me over this bed and take me from behind. To feel him drive into me. To succumb to all the things he makes me feel.
But I want this more. This intoxicating dance of seduction.
His lips float over my skin, traveling from my nape and down my spine. When his fingertips graze my hipbone, skimming the line of my panties, I let out a low moan.
“Please,” I beg.
“Please what?” Callum croons, his free hand finding the clasp of my bra and undoing it.
“Please…anything. I need to feel you. Need you to make me feel.”
“And I plan on it.” His voice drips with lust as he drops my bra onto the floor. “But I need you to do something for me in return.”
“What’s that?”
He scoops his tie off the mattress and brings it up to my face. “Trust me?” he murmurs into my ear.
“Yes,” I exhale.
I’ll agree to anything if it means I can feel him sooner.
