His lips are on mine at the same time as he rips off my blindfold, giving me a taste of him and me in one addictive combination. I wrap my legs around his waist, moaning when I feel his erection against my clit.
“Do you want me to fuck you?”
“Yes.”
“Do you want my cock?”
I shudder, his words alone unraveling me more than I thought possible after my last orgasm. But that’s one thing I’ve learned during my time with Callum. Anything’s possible.
“Say it, Parker. Tell me you want my cock.” He nips along the column of my throat. “Tell me you want me to fuck you. Tell me how desperate your greedy cunt is for me.”
“I am, Callum. So desperate. Need you to fuck me. Need your cock inside me.”
“I love hearing you say that.” He crashes his mouth against mine, and I dig my fingers into his hair, savoring every swipe of his tongue, every clash of our teeth, every circle of his hips.
When he eases inside of me, I gasp, but he doesn’t stop kissing me. And I don’t want him to. Want to wring every last ounce of pleasure that I can get out of him.
“God, baby,” he exhales, closing his eyes as bliss rolls over his expression. “You feel so damn good.” He locks his gaze on mine. “How do you feel so damn good? How do you make me feel like this?”
“Like what?” I pant.
“Like I’ve lost all control.”
“Then do it, Callum.” I tighten my hold on him. “Lose control. One last time.”
“One last time,” he grunts.
But he doesn’t increase his motions.
Instead, his hips rock sensually against mine as he holds my face in his hands.
I almost wish he would fuck me harder. That he would put the blindfold back on.
Then I wouldn’t have to stare into his eyes as I give yet another piece of myself to Callum Reed.
A piece I know I’ll never get back.
And maybe that’s okay. Maybe he needs it more than I do.
I drag my nails down his spine, pulling him closer. Fire heats my veins as he buries his head in my neck, his tiny groans and whimpers of pleasure overwhelming me with emotion. I tighten my legs around him, rolling my hips in time with him.
His rhythm increases and he pulls back, trapping me in his eyes, making it impossible to look away. Ecstasy unfurls inside me at the same time as he shudders, the only soundtrack to our release that of my uneven breathing and breaking heart.
CHAPTERTWENTY-EIGHT
CALLUM
Pale golden light creeps through the curtains, illuminating the room with soft radiance. I want to curse the sun for rising before I’m ready.
Then again, I doubt I’ll ever truly be ready for what today will bring.
As I admire Parker’s slumbering form, I swallow down a renewed wave of emotion. Her skin glows in the dim light, her curves calling out to me. Am I really okay walking away from her?
I remind myself it’s for the best. That I’m better off if I keep all my relationships superficial.
But nothing about my time with Parker has been superficial. Instead, it’s been more meaningful than I ever intended.
I pull her close, peppering kisses along her shoulders. It doesn’t matter how many times I had her last night. How many times I lost myself in the things she makes me feel. I need her one more time.
