Then I’d plopped down on the bed, which was unmade, and lay back in the rumpled sheets. I had turned my face to the pillow and inhaled the scent of him on it. God, I missed him. I missed this bed. I missed being in this bed with him. Naked.
I waited and waited and, as the hours passed, I tried not to let nerves and paranoia set in. He would come. He was going to leave Ashleigh. It was just taking longer than expected. He wanted me. He loved me. He would be here. I had fallen asleep repeating those thoughts over and over in my head.
I hear the key in the front door and sit up, my spine ramrod straight, my ears straining. I hear the door open and his keys drop onto the hall table.
“Callie?” he calls out.
I swing my legs off the side of the bed and walk out into the hall. As my bare feet reach the landing at the top of the stairs, I respond. “Up here.”
His head flips up and his eyes lock with mine and then he starts up the stairs¸ taking them two at a time, and the next thing I know he’s crashing into me, pushing me back against the wall behind us. His hands push into my hair and his body presses into me, and his lips cover mine.
I kiss him back with the same overwhelming intensity he’s kissing me with. Our tongues push forcefully against each other but there’s also an underlying tenderness in our actions, as he gingerly scrapes his fingers against my scalp and holds the sides of my head with his palms. I have my hands up under his shirt and my arms wrapped around his back holding him tightly to me.
I can feel his hardening cock against the front of his jeans, pushed up squarely against my thigh. He finally breaks the kiss, pulling his head back so he’s half an inch from me, like moving farther away would be devastating. I know it would be for me.
“I’m sorry,” he says and his breath tickles my cheeks and the bridge of my nose. “I wanted to be here way sooner but she…It was hard. And I wanted to make sure she understood everything.”
“Is it okay?” I ask stupidly because no, it’s not okay. It’s the end of a marriage; it will never be okay. “I mean, is she okay to be left alone? Because if you have to go back…”
“It’s not my job to help her through this,” he responds and his big, warm caramel eyes are soft and slightly sad. “I told her to call Andrew and ask him to come over.”
“You did?” I’m stunned.
“She still has feelings for him.” He shrugs and I can tell it doesn’t bother him at all anymore, which is amazing. “It was guilt and fear that had her trying to get me back, not love. I think she is starting to realize that.”
His lips brush mine again and the pads of his thumbs slide over my cheeks, tracing the line of my cheekbones. He smiles. It’s not his usual confident, almost snarky smirk. It’s boyish and shy.
“I’m just glad you finally came to your senses,” he whispers happily. “I mean, I wasn’t going to get back together with Ash anyway but…it’s nice to know my feelings aren’t one-sided.”
“You have Big Bird to thank for that,” I explain and lightly scratch his back with my fingernails as I let my hands fall down to his hips. “He forced me to realize my feelings.”
“Jordy?” He looks completely stunned.
“That giant doofus loves you more than you know. It’s rather atrocious, actually. If I hadn’t taken you back, he said he would make my life a living hell,” I say, half joking, and give Devin a small grin. “What he didn’t realize was being without you was living hell.”
Devin smiles and kisses me again. This time it’s slow and methodical and he takes his time running his tongue over my bottom lip and slowly sliding it against mine as I open my mouth to his. He pushes his whole body against mine again, slowly and softly, and I let my hands slide down to his ass and cup it gently.
“I love you so much, Callie,” he whispers hoarsely against my lips.
“Prove it,” I counter hotly and move my hands to the front of his jeans, unbuckling his belt. “Please.”
Chapter 59
Devin
She doesn’t have to ask me again. I let her unbutton my jeans as I slip my hands under her tank top and push it up and off her body in one fluid motion. Her bra is a bright pink cotton racerback number with white polka dots. I run my hands over the fabric and lean down and kiss the swell of her breast that pushes up from the demi-cup.
Her hands push my jeans off my hips and they drop around my ankles. As I pull her off the wall, moving my hands behind her to undo her bra, she slips one of her delicate hands into the front of my Tommy Hilfiger boxer briefs and wraps it around the base of my cock.
“Fuck, Callie, I have missed you so much,” I whisper as the clasp on her bra unhooks and I move my hands to her shoulders to pull down the straps. “Your fucking touch makes me insane.”
I press my lips to the curve of her neck and suck on the flesh there. It earns me a tiny mew of pleasure from her. Her bra slides down her arms and she moves her hand from my cock long enough to let it drop to the ground. I reach up and cup her breasts, rolling her tiny pink nipples between my fingers and thumbs and tugging ever so slightly. She mews again. God, I fucking adore every sound she makes. I adore everything about her.
I kiss her passionately again. Her hands hook the waistband of my underwear and slide them over my ass and down my thighs. And then she starts to follow our discarded clothing, dropping to the floor on her knees.
Before I can speak she’s got my entire length in her warm, wet mouth and her left hand is tugging gently on my balls. My eyes literally roll back in my head and I place my hands on the wall above her and let my head hang down.
“Holy fuck…” I grunt and resist the urge to push into her. I don’t want to choke her, and besides, any more friction and I will explode. I don’t want to lose it all like this. Not tonight. I have other plans. But, fuck, does she feel glorious. Her mouth starts moving quickly. Her lips tighten around me and her tongue swirls around and around the tip as she moves.
