Page 35 of Prognosis Temporary

‘I don’t want to go,’ he muttered then swooped his mouth down to claim hers.

Callie was stunned for two seconds before her body ignited and she opened her lips to him on a strangled moan, clinging to his sleeves for dear life. He pulled away for a moment, his peridot eyes glittering with reckless desire. ‘I want to stay. I want you.’

He returned to ravage her mouth groaning deep in the back of his throat when she opened to his hot, demanding tongue, matching his intensity with her own. His hands found her waistband, tugging at her blouse, then he was lifting it over her head and off, his hands cupping her breasts, his head lowering to suck her nipple through the fabric of her bra and when she whimpered, ‘Sebastian,’ he yanked her bra cup aside and took her nipple into his mouth.

Callie’s head spun, her pulse hammering as she was sucked into the wild tumult of their desire. As her fingers fumbled with the buttons on his shirt his hands were at her waist, pulling at her button and zip, pushing at her trousers and knickers, pushing them down, pushing them off.

She tore her mouth from his as his smooth chest was finally bared to her hands, pressing kisses down his throat, across his pecs, against a flat male nipple. Her hands roved over the tautness of his belly and grabbed at his belt, unhooking it with fingers that shook in her eagerness to touch the thick erection pressing against her.

He groaned when she finally freed him and Callie smiled triumphantly as she palmed the length of him.

So hard.

Like a rod of steel packaged in the finest silk.

When her hand crept lower and cupped his balls he growled, ‘Callie,’ before claiming her mouth again, bending her head back, one hand buried in her hair, the other unclipping her bra.

The rasp of his breath was in her ears and the smell of his hair and his skin was in his nostrils and he tasted like beer and lime and she couldn’t think of anything else other than taking him inside her, making him groan her name and hold her close.

Callie let go of him to shrug out of her bra and then she reached for him again and he was walking her backwards, their mouths fusing as he fumbled in his back pocket for his wallet. Kicking out of his trousers, he ditched his shirt then he pushed her down on the bed, following her, landing on the mattress his mouth at one breast, his fingers at the other.

Callie gasped for breath, gasped for mercy, gasped for more. ‘Sebastian, please,’ she cried. ‘I need you in—’

He cut her off with a kiss that had her whimpering, clinging to his shoulders. ‘I’d forgotten how great you tasted,’ he murmured, nuzzling her neck, his hand stroking over her hip.

‘I want to taste you all over.’

He moved lower, his tongue trekking to her breast, his hand straying to her inner thighs, his knuckles brushing ever-so- lightly against the place she tingled and burned for him most.

‘And then I want to start again,’ he said against her puckered nipple, before sucking it into his mouth and stroking a finger between her legs.

Callie almost arched off the bed as she cried his name. But the gentle teasing of his finger was stoking a fierce need. She pulled at his head, her nipple impossibly peaked, engorged from his attention and sensitive to the sudden rush of cool air.

‘Later. If you’re not inside me in the next five seconds I think I’m going to die.’

He chuckled and kissed his way back up to her. ‘Well, we’ll have to do something about that, won’t we?’

Reaching for his wallet which he’d thrown on the bed as they’d fallen to the mattress, he opened it, a loud zipping noise joining the harsh suck of their breathing.

‘Hurry,’ she urged.

He pulled the foil packet out and brandished it a little. ‘Patience, Callie, patience.’

She glared at him as she reached down, grasped his erection and squeezed. His groan was deeply satisfying but not as satisfying as the haste with which he ripped open the condom.

He was sheathed in a matter of seconds.

And then he was lifting her leg, propping it on his shoulder, leaning over her on his elbows and pushing in deep. So deep she almost screamed it was that good.

‘Oh, God, yes,’ she panted, as he pulled out and pushed back in again.

‘Callie!’

‘More,’ she gasped. ‘More.’

And he gave her more and more and more until she was moaning and yelling and scratching at his back as she came, and when he joined her, shuddering and jerking, his fingers branding her hips, she wrapped her legs around him, gathering him closer and came again.

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