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“I just want you to be happy, Rhys. That's all I want for you,” he finished gruffly, and my stomach bottomed out.

No. No no, he's not running from this again. I will throw myself on top of him before I let that happen!

I opened my mouth to protest, to tell him that he was wrong about what he assumed, but Cal cut me off.

“No, you know what? That's not what I fucking want,” he bit out, brows drawn down over those piercing orbs.

“What do you want?” I asked, the hope seeping into my voice and taking over me. I saw his jaw set and a flash of something crossed his features. He stalked toward me, my heart speeding up with each foot of space he ate up. He came to a stop inches from me, my pulse frantic and body shaking with anticipation.

Cal slowly raised his hand, hesitating just a second before he cupped mycheek. His thumb stroked my skin and I nearly collapsed at his feet. Each time he touched me it was familiar, like I'd known him for years. My body felt as though it remembered him from lifetimes ago, waiting for its missing piece to return. It was a knowledge of him that ran deep into my soul.

“I want to be the one to make you happy,” he breathed, a confession whispered across my lips. “I know your pain like you know mine, and I want to be the one to protect you from ever being hurt again. I want to be the person you turn to in your life, the one who brings out that gorgeous smile. I want to be the one you trust with your body and your heart. That's what I fucking want. You have owned me from the beginning, Rhys. I want to be your happiness like you are mine.”

Tears swelled in my eyes, obscuring my vision of him. I blinked them away, not wanting to miss a single moment of this. I was petrified that this was a dream I'd soon wake from and I'd be in bed, alone and longing for a man who didn't want me. There was only one way I could be convinced this was real.

I dropped my gaze to his lips, watching him wet them reflexively. My cock jumped behind my zipper, aching to feel him. He pressed into me, his thick erection digging into my thigh and he let out a pained groan. It was all I could do to stay standing.

“Fuck, Rhys…” he moaned, barely audible over the erratic thumping of my heartbeat and the blood pounding in my ears. “Tell me yes, Sweetness. Tell me you want this as much as I do.” He sounded absolutely wrecked, lust grating his voice.

“It's always a yes with you. Even when it shouldn't have been,” I admitted breathlessly before he crushed his lips to mine. Colors exploded behind my eyelids, a new world opening up to me in that moment. I felt weightless, yet grounded by the feel of him on me, around me.

His hands dove into my hair, tugging hard and I gasped into his mouth, his tongue slipping inside. The taste of him was everything I imagined and more, addictive and potent. He devoured me, undoing me with every sweep of his skilled tongue. I clung to his shoulders for dear life, my air being stolen by this seductive thief, but I'd give it all freely just to have him like this.

All too soon, he pulled away, both of us panting for breath and quaking in each other's arms. The need I felt for him wasoverwhelming, overriding all other thoughts except having him inside me. No more waiting, no more second guessing.

“You know there's no going back after this,” Cal warned, cupping the back of my neck. “There's no damn way I'm letting you go now.”

That was the best threat I'd ever heard. If I had it my way, I would be the last first kiss he ever had.

“Good,” I whispered, ghosting my lips over his. “I need you, Cal. Mark me up. Make me scream.”

His smile was downright lethal, dripping with carnal intent. “Don't you worry, Sweetness. I'll fuck you into the mattress so good you'll be ruined for anyone but me. And when we're done, I'm going to pump you full of my cum so you remember exactly who you belong to now. I'm going to make you fucking mine.”

His hands slid down to my thighs a second before he hoisted me in the air and carried me toward the bed. I captured his lips again, ravenous for every sinful promise he gave.

23

CALLUM

Kissing Rhys was a phenomenon I didn't know I'd ever experience. With one kiss, he wiped out all memories of anyone before him. They didn't exist to me. All I could feel, all I could think of was Rhys. He bled into me until everything was colored in shades of him. Never had I imagined that I would need another human as much as I needed him.

I tossed him on the bed and my mind raced with ideas of what I could do to him. Now that he was mine, I wanted to acquaint myself with every delicious inch of him, discover all the secrets that made Rhys fall apart. I almost pinched myself to make sure I wasn't imagining this, that this wasn't just a fever dream induced by my reckless desire for him.

Rhys was breathing hard, chest heaving as he stared up at me with pure need, hazy and unfocused. His jeans did little to hide how badly he wanted this, a small wet spot already leaking through the denim. Fuck, I was so ready for him.

“Come here,” I commanded softly, my gaze riveted to his. Rhys sat up and scooted to the edge of the bed, his teeth abusing that plump bottom lip. I reached up and tugged it free, soothing it with my thumb. His tongue darted out to lick the tip of it, and it sent a spike of lust to my groin. “Strip for me.”

He pulled off his shirt in one fluid motion. His nipples pebbledunder my heated stare and I ran my thumb over his right one gently. The tremble that slid down his body made me grin. I was eager to test just how sensitive he was in other parts of his slender frame. He stood to undo the button and zipper on his jeans, but he hesitated slightly, his nerves surfacing.

“It's okay, Rhys,” I reassured him calmly, trailing the back of my fingers down his satiny cheek. His eyes fluttered shut and he leaned into the caress. “Be a good boy and let me see what's all mine.”

His eyes snapped open and I heard his breath catch in the silence of the room. I remembered how beautifully he'd responded the last time I called him that. I was going to make this good boy moan and curse and shout my name.

Rhys finally pulled both his jeans and underwear down, working them over his sharp hip bones and that sexy little ass. I had fantasized about worshiping that biteable peach of his before I tore it apart. His pretty cock sprung free, solid and shining with precum. My mouth watered and I was struck by the compelling urge to swallow him down.

I had never actually given anyone a blowjob before, always electing to get my partners off another way. Call me selfish, but it had never been a problem, at least not one I'd cared about. Thinking about getting Rhys off with my mouth, having his cum flood my tongue and sucking down every drop of him made my iron length throb painfully. Shit, I hadn't been this worked up with anyone before. I needed my hands and mouth on him before I lost all control.

I gripped the back of his neck and drew him to me, sealing my lips to his in a bruising kiss. He gave as good as he got, his tongue feverish and desperate against mine. He must have gotten impatient because his hands dove for my jean-covered dick, squeezing it firmly and ripping a groan from my throat. I released him, chuckling at how he leaned into me, chasing my lips for more.

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