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I was vaguely aware that we were in public and not entirely alone but at that moment, hearing Callum's small sighs of pleasure, I couldn't have cared any less.

“Wait.” He pulled away, his face expectedly pink with that adorable blush. He reached over to the back and retrieved a work jacket that he folded and placed behind my back, wedging it between my body and the steering wheel. My heart stumbled a beat at the care he was showing me, even when I could look down and see that he was hard as a damn rock.

“There,” he said softly, his hands suddenly on me again.

It was like having that small reassurance of my comfort allowed him to fully let go. Because when he kissed me again, I nearly careened off his lap.

We held onto each other, my fingers gripping so hard onto his arms that I was concerned I'd leave a bruise—not that he'd likely mind. Not when he was kissing me like I was the last glass of water in a desert.

I marveled at how he was both gentle and intense, how he compromised on neither side. His kisses moved from my mouth to my neck, then my ear. Soft, curious, deliberate kisses. If Rafe was teasing, Callum was reverential.

There was a spot right beneath my ear lobe that made me go slack, and if I wasn't already in his lap, I know my knees would've buckled. Callum hummed in satisfaction and began to focus on that erogenous zone, gently gripping my jaw and turning my head to give him better access.

“You're so beautiful, Miss Lauren,” he breathed against my skin. “I thought that the first moment I laid eyes on you. It was all I could think about since.”

“Just my beauty, huh?” I said, not seriously at all. I just liked seeing him flustered and blushing. But Callum took it seriously indeed. He pulled away again, his gaze burning into mine.

“Yes,” he whispered. “Because it's everything you are. Not just the way you look but the way you think. The way you see life, the way you see me. The more I know the more I think I'll never fully understand and it's addicting.”

The rawness of that confession entranced me, turned me on so much more. I sighed, pressing myself against him and kissing the hollow of his throat.

He made a strangled noise and leaned back in his seat, his hands holding my hips and his eyes fluttering shut.

He rolled his hips up to mine, shyly at first. But when I met him there and thrust down, he got the point. His lips found my neck again as his hands started undressing me with all the gentleness he applied to his finishing tasks. I was left in just my bra and jeans, desperately wanting nothing more than for him to just take me.

But it seemed I'd have to wait until he had his fill first. Callum took his time exploring my exposed skin, kissing my collarbones and my shoulders, letting his hands drift down to my breasts and feeling each one, rolling his thumbs against my nipples and teasing them through the fabric until I was practically crying out for him.

His tongue was hot against my body, slow and torturous as he dragged my pleasure out for as long as I could stand. When I tried taking off his clothes, he stopped me.

“Not this time,” he said softly with a kiss to my nose. “I just want to focus on you.”

And I let him. I let him remove my bra and press his face to my chest, shivering as his mouth began worshiping my breasts. I held him there, my eyes hustling tight against everything he was making me feel.

This was so, so different to what I'd experienced before. I'd never had a lover who was this thorough with my pleasure, who seemed to get off on it and offered his touch as though it was some kind of oblation.

“I need you inside of me,” I gasped when I couldn't take it anymore. “Now, please.”

I felt him smile against my chest. “Yes, ma'am.”

I expected him to unbutton his jeans, but instead he lowered a hand down between my thighs. He pressed it against me and I bucked in his lap. Painfully slowly, he undid my fly and I shimmied until I somehow managed to get my panties low enough for him to slip his hand inside it.

“That's not what I—oh.” My body sagged against him, suddenly falling prey to a touch more lethal than his charm would betray. His fingers continued their assault on my sensitive pussy, languid in their movements but calculated. His mouth enveloped a nipple again and I felt my body implode with pleasure.

He gently bit down before changing to the other breast, his fingers keeping time with my pulse as it racketed higher and higher.

“Cal…” I whined, clutching at him like he was a lifeline. “Cal, please.”

“Want to take my time with you,” he groaned, nuzzling into me. “I want to make you feel so good.”

I moaned his name, throwing my head back and riding his fingers without even a hint of shame. When I finally opened my eyes, Callum was looking at me as if I was something divine he was witnessing for the first time.

That was it. My hands scrambled for his zipper as our mouths crashed together again. I rubbed him over his boxers and my eyes bulged at the feel of him. My god, he was massive.

Rafe hadn't been small by any means but this…

My mouth watered. He helped me get out of my jeans and panties, tossing them down in front of the passenger seat and then I was straddling him again. I sank down slowly onto his cock, the stretch almost painful. He held me through it, kissing my temple and my cheek and whispering softly about how perfect I was, how good I felt, how he wanted this so badly.

When I finally got him fully inside me, I paused, letting my body adjust and acclimatize to the mix of pleasure and pain. He brought my forehead to his, dropping the softest kiss on my lips.