Page 84 of A Courage of the Chosen

Grumbling under his breath, Callahan deftly moves to undo the dress all the way down to the curve of my ass.

Every time a new piece of skin is exposed to him, he caresses it before placing a kiss there, making the task of getting me naked much longer than it needs to be. Each place he touches comes alive beneath his fingers, my skin pebbles, and heat coils tighter between my legs.

By the time he’s done, I’m panting, and he’s barely gotten started. He then moves onto my hair, finding all the grips holding it in place and removing them with care. When it’s freed, it tumbles down my bare back.

I round on Callahan, kissing him once before stepping away.

“Where do you think you’re going?” His voice is low and gravelly. Stretched thin like his restraint.

I shimmy my arms from the delicate lace sleeves, keeping the torso of the dress close to me. When I’m free, and the only thing holding the dress up is my grip, I let it fall, showing Callahan the tiny scrap of blue lace that barely covers my ass—and the only thing I have on beneath the gown.

My nipples stiffen in the colder air, and the heaviness of Callahan’s stare as he drinks me in.

He runs a hand through his hair, that tiny piece falling onto his forehead like it’s had enough of being tamed. “Yep. Definitely going to kill me.”

He moves unnaturally fast, pouncing on me between one blink and the next, taking my mouth in a kiss that sears me down to my soul.

“The wine tastes much better when I drink it from your tongue,” he says, along a bond that’s lighting up with each pulse of desire timed to the beating of my heart.

My hands fumble as they reach for his jacket, stripping him out of it, and the shirt underneath. When he’s naked from the torso up, he crushes me to him.

My breasts press against his chest, and the dusting of hair there matches the scrape of his scuff around my mouth and the feel of his stubble beneath my hands.

“No more talking, please. I just want you.” I sound desperate and I couldn’t care less. Why did I fight this for the last two weeks?

Callahan sheds the clothes on his lower body, and the bed is suddenly beneath me. His fingers slip between my legs, shifting my underwear to one side as he spreads me open to find my clit. “Soaked already. I bet you won’t last two minutes,” he says against my neck, between open-mouthed kisses.

I shake my head, and Callahan laughs greedily against my skin.

One finger slowly pushes inside me and I arch up into him, moaning loudly. He sinks into me a couple of times before adding a second finger, stretching me so I’m ready for the thick length that’s nestled against my thigh.

“Please,” I whimper. “I need you, Cal. Please.”

“Not yet.”

He drags his fingers back and forth at a slow pace, curling them on their way out so they stroke against my walls in a way that makes my body seize up and tighten.

The orgasm creeps up on me, nowhere and then everywhere at once. It detonates, and fireworks light me up from within. Behind my closed eyes, colors dance and shimmer under the force of it, all the while Callahan kisses and praises me through it.

“Ohgodohgodohgod,” I pant as it keeps going and going.

“So perfect for me.”

Callahan’s fingers are gone, replaced by the blunt head of his cock that he slides into me with one smooth, punishing thrust.

His forehead drops to my chest when his hips are flush against mine, as the last of my orgasm contracts around him.

My hands fist in his hair as I shift beneath him, my body seeking more friction where he’s holding still inside me as he peppers my scars with kisses.

Callahan props himself up on one arm, the other snaking under my lower back. He takes a handful of my ass and angles me off the bed so he gets even deeper.

“Shit,” I hiss.

He takes that as his cue to move, and draws back a few inches before pushing back in. We both groan, my wetness soaking his length.

“Nothing has ever felt this good, Elsie. Nothing.”

I murmur my agreement against his lips, begging him to go faster, harder. To give me more of what I need.