“Because you wanted me.”
Nadine didn’t respond, but she didn’t need to. It was there in every breath, there in the heave of her breast beneath his hand. There in the way that she stood there and endured his touch, like his fingers weren’t making her fall apart piece by quaking piece.
The strap of her top slid down her shoulder. “You should have just told me. I would have taken care of you.” She made another noise as he tugged at her shirt from the inside, baring her breasts to the cool night air.
“Unless you like running,” he whispered.
She stopped breathing, completely still except for the pulse in her throat and the fluttering muscles of her inner walls as she clenched around his fingers.
Cal took his hand out of her top and held her tighter, keeping her spread over his knee. She squeezed her eyes shut when he kissed her temple, as if shutting out his tenderness.
“Let go,” he commanded softly, and she did.
Watching her come was like watching a meteor crash into the earth—a dark and beautiful thing edged in fire, whose ice-brittled beauty exploded in a blazing star of violence.
She surged forward with a choking gasp, her hard nipples dragging over his bare forearm. Cal rubbed his arm back and forth, teasing her sensitive skin with the coarse hair as she snapped back against him with that sound he’d often replayed in his head, her thighs going slack around his hand, no longersqueezing like she was trying to crush his bones. She tried to speak and moaned.
“It’s always a fight with you, though—even now.” With his lips curled in satisfaction, he traced the fingers he’d touched her with along her lips, glossing them in her own arousal. “I bet you never imagined losing could taste so good.”
She wet her lips and he felt his own breath catch at the sight of her tongue dipping to taste herself. Heat pooled in his lower belly, trickling through him like hot wine. His pulse was pounding in his loins, his cock taut and chafing in its confinement.
“Come here—leave that alone,” he said harshly, when she moved to cover herself. “You look good a little rumpled. Less . . . buttoned up. Exactly how I imagined.”
“Cal,” she whispered. “Please.”
She froze at the commanding touch of his fingers at her nape.
“And do you want to,” he said heatedly, “pleaseme?”
Nadine looked up at him, on her knees between his legs, her face framed by that tangled mane of hair that came down nearly to her waist. She looked like a maenad fresh from the revels, presenting herself for the glory of the gods.
His cock jerked again as he remembered how she’d felt around his fingers. So fucking wet for him, and soft and yielding as ripe fruit. Cal gathered her hair back in one fist, giving it a playful tug before allowing it to fall down her spine.
“Come here,” he said again, pushing down his jeans when she sat up straighter on her heels.
There was a second when he thought she might run again. Her eyes dropped to his swollen cockhead and there was a flickerof uncertainty verging on fear. But then she shifted her weight forward on her thighs and reached for him.
“No,” he said, but not cruelly. “Hands behind your back.”
The darkening of her cheeks was visible even in the cloak of darkness surrounding them as she reluctantly obeyed. Trusting that his desire would be enough to keep her safe, she obeyed.
Cal moved forward until the soft weight of her was pressing against his leg and then—fuck—her lips parted, and he was sliding into the slick warmth of her mouth, the fullness of her lips providing the most exquisite friction as he rocked forward and felt the drag of flesh on flesh.
“Oh Nadine,” he said, his voice low. “Yes.”
A shiver went through her as his hand returned to her hair to guide her. She’d done this before, he noted. Covering her teeth and relaxing her throat to take more of him in without gagging, she used the pressure of her lips for stimulation and suction, tonguing the vein that ran along the length of him in a way that threatened to turn his legs to water.
This was very good, but not enough. No. He didn’t want gentle teasing. He wanted to see panic and desire in her eyes as she struggled to adjust to his sizable cock. Wanted to feel her clench with strain as pain became pleasure, and the muscles of her cunt stretched to endure his every thrust as he seated himself fully inside her, close as close could be without breaking skin.
“Fuck.” A moan escaped him at the heated stroke of her tongue. “Oh, my sweet ruin—your mouth could tempt a saint to sin.”
His fingers tightened in her hair and he felt her whimper against his flesh. The vibration was exquisite, a soft hum that had him growling, “Be rough with me. Finish what you started.”
He brought her hands forward, moving them along his shaft beneath his own. She let him position her, submitting with a docile willingness that felt like a gift as she looked up at him for approval and direction.
He quickened the pace, tugging at her hands with an urgency that appeared to shock her. She made another one of those little hums, not quite a protest, that made him ache down to his fucking balls. Without waiting further, he freed up a hand to hold her face steady as he spilled into her mouth. Come leaked from the seams of her lips and she gagged a little, trying to swallow it all.
“Look at you.” Cal dropped down to one knee, wiping her lips clean with his thumb. A ragged breath tore out of her throat as he circled each nipple, painting it in come. “You were made for this,” he said reverently. “Made forme.”
