I’d definitely lost my mind.
“Don’t stop.”
I glanced up in time to see Callie bare her teeth, her entire face contorting in a familiar grimace of pleasure.
Her inner thighs trembled, a series of convulsions shaking through her.
Her lips pursed, tiny pants combining with an “oh” that stretched and lingered.
I added a third finger and buried all three to the knuckle while swirling my tongue over her clit, then pressing hard in a repeating pattern.
Her hips circled to match my rhythm and she stiffened. “Oh god.”
There it was.
Her walls fluttered around my fingers, and she pressed down hard on my mouth.
It would be so easy to stand and bury my cock inside her, to feel her come apart.
I would.
Soon.
But this time I craved the sight of her coming undone from nothing more than my touch.
Her neck arched, the slim column working as she quaked and writhed.
I kept going, kept working my fingers and tongue until the rough sound of a sob caught in the air.
Only then did I lift off my knees, place my hands on either side of her head, and brace my weight over her.
Her hair had come undone during her climax, and it spilled around her face in a sheet of silk.
The bare light bulb hanging over my head cast a yellow glow over her face and neck, the rest of her shadowed by my body.
A tiny bruise marred her shoulder where Hawk had bit her. Soon, I’d leave my mark on her.
How many could I leave given the chance?
If it were up to me, we’d stay here until neither of us could walk, but that wasn’t exactly an option.
Anyone could knock on the door and end our moment together at any time.
Callie stared up at me, a tiny frown appearing. She reached up and traced the scar on my lower lip. “What happened?”
“Nothing important.” I trapped her hand against my cheek and kissed her palm. My chest heaved, the need tightening into a singularly intrusive thought. I traced the curve of her chin, down her collarbone, and over the swell of her breast. “You’re so damned beautiful.” My voice came out low and rough. “Someone like me shouldn’t be near you.”
“I want you to touch me. Touch me everywhere, Diesel.” She gripped my belt, unhooking it, then my pants, pushing them down over my hips and freeing my cock.
I groaned when she wrapped both hands around me and stroked down to the base and up again, the soft pads of her fingertips exploring the tip before going down again.
She guided the tip between her legs and rolled her hips. “Touch me, Diesel. Please touch me. Diesel. God I can’t stop saying your name. I want you.”
Muscles bunched across my chest and shoulders, and I leaned forward to drag my whiskered chin over her nipples.
She shuddered and arched into me, both hands tight around my shaft.
Her hips continued to move in that slow beckoning, easing the tip of my cock inside and stroking me with every movement.
