The savage, dirty thrill of that finally has me reacting. Instinctively, I grab the back of her head. I should push her away, but I don’t. My injured arm shrieks with pain as I slam my hand over hers and use our joined hands to milk out two more stripes of come over her mouth, and falling down onto her exposed tits and thighs.
Possessive glee pulses through me even as my orgasm recedes, because she’s covered. Her face is dripping with the white, gooey evidence of how I want her. And some secret, primal part of me has only one regret—that my come isn’t also in her pussy. Deep, and filling, and making her mine in an unmistakable way. Getting her tits big and milky, and our baby in her swollen belly.
“Reid.” Her voice is full of reproach.
I grit my teeth. I can’t take back what I did, and I wouldn’t.
“Your arm! Let go of my hair.”
The shock cuts me off at the knees. Half a second, and I’ve fallen into a sitting position on the sofa, and dragged her onto my lap. Fuck my arm, fuck anything that’s between us.
She’s such a good, loving person, that even when I defile her by coming on her face like she’s my whore, she isn’t thinking of that. She’s not angry with me. She doesn’t point out that I’m an arsehole. No. She’s concerned I might have hurt myself in the process.
I pull her face to mine, and kiss her. Hard, passionate. Messy. My come is slick on her face, and the tang has a weird, familiar but taboo taste. I don’t care. There’s still her sweet and salty taste on my tongue, and when she opens her mouth for me, it’s uniquely her. I crush her to me, desperate. Her skin is the softest warmth I can imagine. All over, her body gives and my fingers sink into her plushness. She’s the ultimate luxury, and despite having just orgasmed, I’m starving all over again for her. I can’t get her close enough.
She’s the same with me. Her hands explore my back and shoulders as best she can, though I feel her flinch when she brushes up against the dressing on my upper arm.
I kiss her lips, demanding and hard, my tongue in her mouth, teasing hers. I thrust my fingers more into her hair and ignore the scream of pain from my arm. I hold her tighter.
I don’t think I can let her go.
I am more compelled by Callie than I can admit. I’m obsessed. I adore her, and every bit of her sweetness. I am greedy and jealous of the time she spends with anyone else. I want her with me, and I want to find everything that makes her happy, and bend the world to my will until it’s the way she wants.
I love her.
And it’s that moment, with the peach scent of her hair in my nose, and her small body sheltered by mine, that I realise. This isn’t about my gunshot wound healing well. It’s not about the dozens of reasons our lives should never havecollided. It’s not even about the fact that she can touch me, and I get so turned on by her that I can hardly think.
I love this girl because she’s the sweetest thread of hope I’ve ever hung onto, and she won’t break. Callie is far stronger than she looks. And whatever the price, whatever I need to do… I need her forever.
I want her as my wife.
12
CALLIE
I’m on Reid’s lap, kissing him, grinding against him, completely his. I’m tingling with pleasure, every part of me begging for more of him, even as I’m liquid with satisfaction deeper than I’ve felt before. A full body massage has nothing on Reid making me come.
I’m so intent on Reid, and the sheer happiness pinging through my blood, I don’t hear my phone at first. It’s upstairs, and the ringtone freezes all the good out of me.
It’s the shrill alarm sound I use for my father.
And it’s not stopping.
It’s late in the evening. We don’t talk casually. He wouldn’t be calling me past nine o’clock unless it was something serious.
“What is it?” Reid’s stroking my back gently, his blue eyes worried.
“My phone’s ringing.” I nearly say to ignore it, but the dutiful daughter isn’t far from the surface, apparently. “I should get it.”
“Of course.” Reid stands and takes me with him, settingme onto my feet, and the silky nightdress falls over my bottom. Almost.
My heart thumps.
“I’ll be back in a minute.” I hope that’s true as I dash upstairs and into my open bedroom, left from where I heard Reid moaning my name when I was on my way back from brushing my teeth. I snatch up my phone.
“Dad?” I’m out of breath. Hopefully he doesn’t notice and ask me about it.
“Is that Callie Flowers?” A woman’s voice stops me short.
