Page 9 of More Than A Feeling

As I drove back to my office in the Central Business District, I called a private investigator my company had on retainer. I gave him information about Fleur and asked him to find out everything he could about her.

Chapter 5

Fleur

Jamie was playing at Maison's. I sat at the bar, nursing a Sazerac as I listened to the band playBlue Skies. It had been a week since I saw Callum high-tailing it after my father and ten days since Callum and I broke up. I still had a sore heart.

It was at the same bar, on the same barstool, where Callum had spoken to me that first magical night we made love.

Callum was a little tipsy but not drunk. I'd had a drink at best and was in full control of my faculties, except having him touching me was enough to fuck with my head and heart.

From Maison, we walked to the French Quarter in the dark. He kissed me in an alley for the first time. A deep, drugging kiss.

"You taste so fucking sweet," he whispered against my lips. "So, so sweet."

His kiss took my breath away, and I clung to him, kissing him back, indulging in every fantasy I ever had about usbeing together. He was hard, and I could feel him against my stomach. I aroused Callum, and it was heady, this feeling of being seen, finally, by the man who held my heart.

"Your heart is racing, Grian." He settled his hips in the cradle of my legs, pushing against me. "And your pussy is wet, isn't it?"

I'd had sex before. This wasn't my first time. But not a whole lot of it. Nerdy girls didn't get laid as often as they seemed to in television shows. And maybe it didn't help that I compared every guy who showed me interest with Callum—and they all failed the test. I wasn't a virgin, but I was also not experienced. Considering Callum had a whole hell of a lot of sex, I wasn't sure I could compete. I was sure he'd find me lacking. I was already mortified by his dirty talk about wet pussies.

"You're blushing," he marveled. "My God, you're beautiful."

He took me to his place. A lovely house on Royal Street, a stone's throw away from the Quarter. It was a large home; four bedrooms, five baths, an iron lace porch and wraparound balcony—and the pièce de résistance, a New Orleans courtyard with a water fountain. The interior was a little sterile. All blue, white, and beige—but it was beautiful, and it was Callum's, so I fell in love with it as well.

His bedroom was large, with plantation windows and a king-size bed with white sheets. There was a simplicity to it.

He peeled my dress off.

"I've been wanting to see what you have on. Fuck."

I was in a simple black bra and no-line panties. Nothing fancy, but looking at his hungry eyes, I might as well be in La Perla. Next time, if there was one, I promised myself I'd doll myself up in sexy lacy lingerie.

I was nothing like the women I'd seen Callum with, all skinny and gorgeous—but I didn't dare ask him to turn the lights off. I didn't want to miss seeing him naked. This was probably theonly night I'd have with him, and I was going to love him like hell, giving him everything inside me that was burning to be released.

He didn't have a six-pack or an eight-pack, but he was ridiculously fit and toned. He did have that sexy V that went down to his groin—where the dark hair ensconced a cock that looked like something from PornHub.com. None of my previous lovers had a dick that big, and I couldn't help but touch him.

He groaned and thrust against my hands. That gave me the courage to caress him, soft and gentle, feel him, explore him.

"That's enough," he muttered and pushed me onto the bed naked.

He slid over me, resting his erection at the notch of my thighs. I reached up and twisted my fingers into his hair like I'd always dreamed of doing. Lush, thick black hair that matched his dark eyes. He growled and dropped his lips to mine, ground his hips into mine, the tip of his cock at my entrance.

Pleasure spiked through me at the thought of him deep inside me. I couldn't wait and wrapped my legs around his waist. "Callum," I breathed.

He ran his lips over my cheekbones and then nibbled at the lobe of one ear. He pulled it between his lips and gave it a gentle bite. I whimpered. My hips thrust up against him, chasing him, wanting him.

"Need to fuck you, Grian." His voice was hoarse, thick with need. I could feel his lips against my ear, and his stern tone caused goosebumps to break out across my skin.

"Fleur, I need you to give me the words," he whispered, kissing the sensitive skin right behind my ear.

"Callum," I whispered, not sure what he wanted me to say," I want you."

"I know, Grian, I can feel that you want me, but I need to know you want me inside you." He reared up so he could look at me, amusement dancing in his eyes.

I smiled. "Yes, please. Come inside me."

"I will, but not just yet." He dipped his head and took a nipple into his mouth. Fuck, but that felt so damn good. The suckle was intense, breathtaking. He laved his tongue across my nipple and watched me as I moaned. "Fuck, yeah. You like that, Grian?"

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