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He moans into my mouth, “Callie…” He scolds.

I pull away, surprised at his tone, afraid that I did something wrong.

“If you keep kissing me like that, I’m not going to be able to control myself,” he sounds like he’s in pain, but he registers the hurt expression on my face instantly, pulling me in closely again, his lips barely touching mine.

“I want you more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my life, Callie, but I need to do things right so you won’t regret it.” He brushes a feather-light kiss to my lips, then nose. “So, you won’t regret me,” another kiss to each cheek.

He rests his forehead on mine, “Please, say something.”

My mouth moves, but no words come out. I’m hurt and relieved at the same time. Hurt that he stopped kissing me so suddenly, but relieved that he finally admitted he wants me. The confusion is too much this late at night, my brain isn’t working as quickly as it usually does.

Which is exactly why he pulled back. Of course.

He wants me to make clear-minded decisions, he doesn’t want me to wake up tomorrow with a different perspective… Dammit. It’s annoying, but so damn thoughtful.

Feeling bold and more clear-headed, and wanting to act on it, I move before he can stop me, straddling his hips. I trap his thighs between mine, slowly sinking down onto his lap, feeling just how much he wants me. His hard, significant, length is nestled right in between the apex of my thighs. He can probably tell how wet I am, and feel the warmth of my pussy even through our clothes.

“I understand, Nathan. But, you need to understand that I want you. I have wanted you since the moment I met you. This is not a rash decision. I have fantasized about you kissing me, fucking me, making love to me…” I rock gently against him, rubbing his cock against me, wishing we weren’t clothed.

He lets out a strangled moan but doesn’t stop me. I love having this effect on him, it makes me feel powerful. Spurred on by his reaction, I continued, “If I weren’t wearing your underwear right now, you could feel just how wet I am for you. How much I want you.”

I keep grinding against him, rubbing my clit against his hardness. “So, I am going to stop. I won’t let you make love to me. Not tonight. Because I want you to know, with my full heart and soul, that I will never regret anything that happens between us. Got it?” I finish with the phrase he always uses on me, demanding that he understand me.

Not wanting to stop, I keep grinding on him, but put my finger under his chin, forcing him to make eye contact with me. “Got it?” I repeat, my lips just a whisper from his.

“Yes, Ma’am.” He crushes his lips against mine, devouring my mouth. Using his hands on my hips to keep rocking me back and forth, creating the friction that my clit so desperately needed.

“Nathan.” I gasp, this time it’s my turn, strangling his name from my throat.

“I agree, no sex. But you’re going to cum for me. I need to see you cum for me baby,” he insists.

The use of his pet name for me makes me whimper, feeling delirious, the sensation is too much, but in the best way. My arms are wrapped around his neck, holding on for dear life, putting my chest at the perfect height for his mouth. He bites my sensitive nipple through the fabric of the t-shirt, making me gasp again.

The next bite on my other nipple sends me over the edge, all of the pent-up tension from the last two days making me orgasm hard, moaning his name as I cry out. I cling to him while I ride the wave of euphoria, feeling him gently thrust against me, prolonging the blissful torture.

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Nathan

I can’t stop kissing her. I press my lips against her neck over and over, trailing up and across her jawline, up her chin where her mouth meets mine. Her kisses are slow and lazy, coming down from her climax. I savor every second of it, never feeling more alive than in this moment. I’m still rock hard under my sweatpants, but it doesn’t matter, I just witnessed the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen crumble in my arms with pleasure.

My body is already aching to see it again, to feel her convulse around me, to hear her cry my name out again. When my name left her mouth as she lost all control, I thought I was going to cum right then.

If I wasn’t hooked before, I’m definitely hooked now. It’ll never get better than this, nothing will ever compare to Callie.

She rubs the tip of her nose across mine, tenderly, and a small smile plays on her lips. “That wasn’t part of my plan,” she teases.

I laugh, not able to hide my amusement. I run my hands up and down her back, the compulsion to touch her too strong to stop. They trail down her hips, my fingers tracing the seam of my briefs around to the back of her thighs, moving up to palm her ass with both of my hands. She’s fucking perfect. I squeeze and massage her soft skin, working my way back up to her lower back.

“You’re perfect,” I admit, voicing my thoughts out loud. I look into her eyes, seeing the doubt in them. “Callie, you’re fucking perfect,” I insist, kissing her again.

Both of us long past the stage of hesitation, she kisses me back eagerly. We both want this, and kissing is safe. For tonight. As much as I want more, I can wait.

I would wait forever for her if she needed me to, but I can tell she doesn’t want to. Thank fucking god for that. Maybe tomorrow, I’ll take her on a date, and treat her like a man should. Like a normal couple would do. Like two people who aren’t single-handedly trying to navigate a potentially corrupt Sheriff and everything else she’s gone through. Yeah… maybe a dinner date should wait, but staying secluded in my cabin with her sounds just as good if not better.

“If you keep kissing me, I’m going to combust,” she moans against my mouth, my hips involuntarily thrust forward, rubbing my hard cock against her ass.

“You’re right, I’m dying too.” I smile at her, feeling immense satisfaction that she is as needy for me as I am for her.

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