Page 55 of Hidden Truths

That sweet kiss soon turns hot, and he’s nudging my entrance. I moan as he pushes inside me.

“Fuck, baby. You’re so tight,” he groans through clenched teeth. “Hold on.”

I grab his biceps as he grips my hips and slams forward. He pauses there, letting me adjust and kissing every inch of my face.

“You’re perfect. So fucking perfect, Firecracker.”

“Move, Cal,” I demand, trying to move my hips to get what I want.

“Be careful what you wish for,” he whispers in my ear and then does exactly what I wished for. He moves. He pulls all the way out, causing me to whimper from the loss of him, but then he snaps his hips forward, filling me completely once again. “You make the prettiest noises, baby.”

Cal starts moving in earnest. His hands are everywhere. My hands are everywhere. Our lips never leave each other, my mouth capturing his sounds while his captures mine. His arms hold me tightly to him, our chests pressed together. It’s like he can’t get close enough to me.

“Yes, Callahan. Right there. Don’t stop,” I moan. He groans and tightens his grip.

“Never,” he growls.

I feel him everywhere, inside me, surrounding me. And I never want to be without that feeling again.

Cal nips at my lip and meets my eyes. “Come for me, Firecracker.”

I nod quickly, more than willing to obey. And boy do I obey. He sets me off like, well, a firecracker. Cal’s mouth covers mine, swallowing my screams and giving me his as he finds his release with me.

We kiss slowly, lazily, as we come down from the high of our release.

“Don’t move,” Cal says, getting up and making his way to his bathroom.

I look around. I haven’t been in his room before. The sheets are navy blue, the comforter matches. The walls are light gray, but the ceiling is the same navy blue as his sheets. Belle might be onto something with the unconventional ceilings because it really makes the room. I think it’s around the same size as mine, maybe a little bigger. Where the sitting area in my room is, his has a play area set up for Cora. It’s very Cal. Masculine, clean, and a spot for his daughter.

“Spread those legs for me, baby,” Cal says, nudging my thighs. He has a wet cloth in his hand, so I move my legs for him. Although, I probably would’ve let him between my legs no matter what.

I watch him as he gently cleans the mess we made between my legs and spot the bandage that’s partially hidden under his dark hair.

“We need to talk,” I say, running my fingers through his hair, making sure to keep my distance from his injury. He turns his head so that his cheek nestles into my palm. Closing his eyes, he nods.

After tossing the cloth into the hamper, he lays down next to me, pulling me into his arms and holding me like I’ll float away if he lets go. My grip on him becomes just as tight as he speaks, telling me about the conversation with Brad and then the chaos that followed. How he got the injury on his head and why it took him so long to call me back.

By the time he finishes, I’m sobbing, and he’s clinging to me, reminding me he’s here and he’s okay.

“You were millimeters away from death!” I try to shout, but it comes out closer to a sob.

“I know,” Cal says, kissing each tear that falls from my eyes. “I’m sorry.”

“Why are you apologizing?” I ask.

“Because I scared you. I never want to scare you. I never want to hurt you.” His eyes are pleading.

“I’m not mad at you,” I tell him honestly. “I’m angry at the entire situation, but not you.”

The tension in Cal’s shoulders releases, and he kisses me. “There’s one more thing we need to talk about.”

Now it’s my turn to tense. “I swear if you’re about to tell me you’re going to do something else dangerous, I will actually be mad at you. You need to stay here with me and Cora. No more almost getting shot in the head. I can’t take it.”

Cal shuts me up by kissing me intensely. I almost forget what we’re talking about by the time he pulls away.

“We need to talk about us,” he says, causing my heart to jump and a million horrible thoughts run through my head.

“Uh,” I stutter. Cal laughs at my panic and kisses the line between my brows.

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