He’d dreamt of that kiss all night.
His other hand slipped beneath her dress, gathering the fabric as he traced the curve of her thigh. Her skin was impossibly soft, warm under his palm, and she smelled like sun and salt and something unmistakably hers. When his mouth drifted from her lips to her neck, then to the sensitive slope of her shoulder, she shivered, a quiet gasp catching between them. And when he pressed closer, his arousal hard against her center, she moaned, a raw, needy sound that shot straight through him and set his blood on fire.
“I need you,” she whispered, breathless.
He cupped her neck, eyes locked on hers. “How rough can you take it, Alejandra?”
Eyes gleaming with mischief and want. “As rough as you want.”
Fuck. No one had ever said that to him.
He lifted her easily, her athletic body solid and warm in his arms. She wrapped around him without hesitation as he carried her toward the bed. His mouth traced her neck, her jaw, then dipped to her collarbone, sucking just hard enough to leave marks behind. With every step, her dress crept higher, fabric whispering against her skin.
When he laid her down on the mattress, he didn’t pause. His mouth found her nipple through the thin fabric, sucking,biting, drawing a sharp gasp from her lips. She arched into him, breath uneven. He pushed the dress up farther, bunching it at her waist, and helping her getting rid of it, revealing lace panties that did nothing to hide how ready she was.
“Are you wet for me, Alejandra?” he growled.
“Definitely.”
He kissed his way down her thigh, teeth grazing her skin in a gentle bite that made her breath hitch. When his finger traced her through the lace, he felt how wet she already was, the evidence undeniable. A quiet sound escaped him as he let his forehead fall against her stomach, overwhelmed by her, by the heat of her, by how badly he wanted her.
“Fuck me,” he groaned. “You’re dripping.”
She whimpered when he pulled the underwear aside and tasted her, slow strokes that made her shudder beneath him. He lingered, learning her, then closed his mouth over her clit, sucking until her breath fractured, until a sharp cry slipped free. When he bit her—just enough—she gasped, hips lifting helplessly. His fingers followed, sliding inside her, two at once, and her back arched off the bed, her moans broken and beautiful, just like the night before.
She was a mess.
His new favorite kind of mess.
When he felt her tighten around his fingers, that familiar warning, he pulled back, and stripped out of his clothes. He looked up and caught her staring at him—
No.
Devouring him.
“You can’t be a nerd,” she whispered, stunned. “You look like fucking Superman, Callum.”
Grabbing her hips, he dragged her to the edge of the bed, and she squealed, laughing but opened her legs wide, inviting him in.
“We need a condom,” he breathed.
“Yes. Do you have one?”
Callum nodded, already reaching for his wallet. The condom followed, torn open with ease, rolled on as he settled between her thighs. She stole his breath—black hair fanned across the pillow, bare skin glowing, small breasts rising with each shallow breath, her strong thighs opening for him.
When he pushed into her, he covered her mouth with his hand, his voice low against her ear. “Don’t scream,” he murmured. “They’ll hear us.”
Her eyes widened, definitely aroused by his command, but Alejandra nodded.
“Will you be my good girl, Alejandra?”
She nodded again, helpless and eager. He kissed her hard, claimed her mouth, bit her lip until she gasped for him, and then he pushed all the way in.
God.
So tight. So hot.
Heaven, wrapped around him.
