I looked at him, my eyes heavy lidded but clear.
“Are you sure?” he asked, his voice rough.
“Yes,” I said, my heart hammering against my ribs. “I want to. Please.”
Cal swallowed hard, his gaze dropping to my mouth, then back up. “I don’t have—”
“There’s condoms and lube in my bag.”
Cal’s eyes widened. The shock on his face was genuine, his hands freezing on my waist.
I pulled away from him, my legs trembling slightly as I walked over to where my black leather toiletry bag was sitting on the marble bench. My hands were shaking, but I didn’t stop. I unzipped the side pocket, digging past my deodorant. My fingers closed around the small cardboard box and the sleek black bottle.
I turned back around, holding them up.
Cal stared at the items in my hand, then up at my face. A slow, dark smirk spread across his face, replacing the concern with something much more dangerous.
“Oh,” he breathed, his voice dropping to a gravelly growl. “So you’ve wanted this?”
I walked back to him, pressing the items into his chest. He was two inches shorter than me, but in that moment, looking up at me with those dark, predatory eyes, he felt ten feet tall.
“More than you know,” I whispered.
Cal didn’t pounce immediately. He stepped into my space, his bare chest brushing against mine.
“We need to be crystal fucking clear about this, Si,” Cal growled, stepping into my space until I was pressed back against the marble edge of the sink. “Because if we do this… if I crossthatline… I’m not going back. I’m not gonna touch anyone else. And you aren’t letting anyone else touch you. I don’t share. Are we clear?”
The possessiveness in his voice sent a jolt of heat straight to my groin.
“I don’t want anyone else,” I swore, breathless. “Just you.”
Cal nodded once. “Good.”
He kissed me then, a hard, claiming press of lips. Then he hooked his arms under my thighs and lifted me effortlessly. I wrapped my legs around his waist, burying my hands in his hair as he carried me out of the bathroom, the supplies clutched in his hand.
He walked to the massive king bed and laid me down on the mattress. He tossed the box of condoms and the bottle of lube onto the duvet beside us.
He stood by the edge of the bed, looking down at me.
“Roll over,” he commanded gently. “Get on your hands and knees for me.”
I rolled over, my heart hammering a frantic rhythm against my ribs. I pushed myself up onto all fours. I felt exposed. Vulnerable. My ass was in the air, waiting for him.
Cal moved behind me. The mattress dipped as he kneeled.
Smack.
His hand connected hard with my ass.
A sharp gasp tore out of my throat, my back arching reflexively. It stung, a bright flare of heat that instantly turned into a heavy throb between my legs. Itshocked me, I had never been hit like that, never thought I’d want to be, but the rush of adrenaline mixed with the arousal was intoxicating.
“Fuck,” I breathed, realizing with a jolt that I liked it.
Cal leaned down, his voice low against my ear. “You like that?”
I shuddered, unable to lie to him. “Yes.”
“Good boy.”
