I want this. I want him. This man has come into my life when it feels like I exist inside a hurricane, but he’s taken me to safety. Sure, it might be the eye of the storm, but from the moment I met him, he’s been there for me in a way no one else has.
And I fucking like it.
I know he’s not right for me. He’s the exact opposite kind of person I should be associating with as I attempt to start my life over. But maybe it’s okay if he’s what I need right now. Tonight, even. Maybe I don’t need to think so hard about where I’ll be in a few weeks or a month or a year.
I’m not going to change my short-term goal to find Shane, or my long-term goal to start a new life somewhere all by myself, but why deny myself someone like this while I sort it all out?
Wes buries his head in the crook of my neck and places a line of kisses down and over my bare shoulder, then moves to the hollow of my neck. I arch my head back and lean into him, the heat of his lips on my sensitive skin almost too much to handle.
“Fuck,” I whisper when his mouth moves to the top ofmy breast, his teeth biting down on the curve of my shirt and dragging it down, exposing a nipple. I gasp at his hot breath on my skin.
He stops and stares at my breast, then looks up at me, rabid hunger in his eyes.
“Calliope,” he says.
Chapter 21
Caught in the Act
WES
Her exposed tit is perfect, and my cock’s rock hard in my jeans, but before I go any further, I need to know what she wants from me. Can I touch her? Kiss her? Fuck her? Can I do more than that? Because I want all of it.
I am consumed by Callie.
And I’m on the edge of losing control. With every other woman I’ve had an interest in, it’s usually ruined by now. When they see a hint of the real me.
But with Callie? She almost seems to want me more.
She flirted with me when I made it clear I’d followed her home.
She complimented me on the pie I left her when I broke into her brother’s apartment.
She didn’t get that horrified, disgusted look on her face when I beat the shit out of Jones.
The real tragedy is that she doesn’t know the worst of it. She doesn’t know I’m a serial killer, and I’m pretty sure that’ll be a deal-breaker. I can’t let her find out.
“What is it?” she whispers. Her breathis coming fast, each intake moving her exposed nipple in a way that’s mesmerizing. “Why’d you stop?”
“What do you want from me, Calliope?” I say quietly, meeting her intense gaze.
“Right now, I want you to fuck me.”
I chuckle, partly relieved, partly disappointed. I guess I wanted her to tell me she wants me. All of me. That she likes me. Maybe even is a little bit obsessed with me, like I am of her.
“Tell me how you want me to fuck you.” I lower my mouth to her tit again, kissing the perfect curve, circling her nipple with my mouth before sucking it in and flicking it with my tongue. She gasps, so I do it again. Her husband might have called her a boring-ass good girl, and I can imagine calling her a good girl… but it’d have a much different connotation.
“I—I don’t know. It’s been a long time since I had sex. A year, at least.”
I pause for a second as I digest that. Her fuckwit husband disappeared six weeks ago. He wasn’t sleeping with her for that long before that? He must be the stupidest man on the face of this planet.
“I’m probably going to come the second your dick touches me.”
My cock twitches in recognition of being named.
I let her nipple slide out of my mouth and look up at her. “Good. We’ll just have to make you come twice, at least.”
She huffs, and I shove her strapless top down to her waist so I can give her other tit attention, sucking and licking while my other hand squeezes the other nipple. I do it until she’s breathing hard and arching into me. It’s a beautiful sight.
