Page 40 of My Best Years

“Well, it looks like I’ve already made my mind up,” I grin. “Because what I want isyou. Every second of every day. I just want to be with you, Birdie.”

A moan pushes past her lips as she leans up and tugs my earlobe between her teeth. She bites down, sending a jolt of electricity straight to cock.

“Callum…” she breathes against my skin. She tightens her fingers in my hair before peppering open-mouthed kisses down my neck.

“Birdie,” I groan, pushing my hips up into hers so she can feel what she does to me.

Her mouth finds mine before she parts my lips with her tongue and angles her head, gaining deeper access. I brush my tongue against hers as our kiss turns frantic, unable to get enough. She tastes so damn sweet. So perfect.

When Birdie pulls back, she’s breathless, panting, and staring down at me through hooded eyes. Her pink lips are swollen and wet, making me want them all over my body. A lock of blonde hair hangs down in front of her eyes, and I reach up to gently tuck it behind her ear.

Birdie Wren is the most beautiful, mesmerizing human I’ve ever laid eyes on. And she’s here with me. Wantingme.

“Callum,” she repeats my name before slipping her hands beneath my T-shirt and skimming her fingers over my abs.

“I don’t want to wait anymore,” she adds, holding my stare. “I want you, Cal. I want all of you. Tonight.”

Unable to control my physical reaction to the words she just uttered, my erection twitches beneath her. I know she feels it by the way she bites down on her bottom lip.

“Birdie…” I trail off. “Are you sure? We don’t have to do this until you’re ready.”

I’ll never forget Birdie telling me how she hated dating Mason because he was so pushy with her. When she was only fifteen, he was begging her to have sex with him. Even thoughthey didn’t do it, she felt pressured and uncomfortable. If it weren’t for Birdie begging me not to, I would have fucking killed the guy.

I would never want to make her feel that way.

Birdie places her palms on either side of my head and pushes off the pillow until she's straddling me. I sit up and lean against the headboard until I’m looking directly into her eyes.

“Do you wantme, Cal?”

I hold her gaze before cupping her pretty face between my palms.

“Of course I want you, baby,” I croak, brushing my thumbs along her cheeks.

A beat of silence passes before she whispers a question that will forever change everything between us.

“But do you want to have sex with me?”

Even in the dark room, I see her skin flush with heat.

“God, yes,” I admit. “I think about it every day. All the time, Birdie. But I need you to know that we can wait until you’re ready–”

“I’m ready,” she cuts me off. “I’ve been ready. I want you so bad, Cal. I’machingfor you.”

I stop breathing as she slowly reaches for the hem of her shirt and drags it up her torso. My hands move to her waist, fingers trembling against her warm skin as she tosses her shirt to the floor, leaving her in a pair of jean shorts and a white bra.

The tops of her round breasts spill out above the ivory fabric, rising and falling with her heavy breaths. The outline of her swollen nipples poke through the thin bra as goosebumps pebble her skin.

I want to kiss her there. I want to kiss her beneath that bra. I want to kiss her everywhere.

“Jesus, Birdie,” I exhale, my voice shaky. “You’re so damnbeautiful.” I lift a hand and trail the pads of my fingers from her belly to her ribcage.

My cock pulses against her core as she reaches behind her back and unclasps her bra. It slides down her arms before falling to the mattress, leaving her bare from the waist up.

Her nipples pucker, hardening into little buds that beg to be sucked. Her pale breasts are illuminated by a strip of moonlight, honey soft and so fucking perfect.

“Fuck,” I curse as she rolls her body against my hard length.

I’ve fantasized about this moment for so fucking long. This is going to be the death of me.

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