The heartbreak in his tone is overwhelming. I can feel every ounce of pain and remorse he holds for leaving me like he did.
“I know,” I whisper before leaning forward to press our damp foreheads together. “I know, Cal.”
He untangles his hand from my ponytail and slides his fingers up the nape of my neck before sinking them into my hair. He cradles the back of my head, massaging my scalp as he holds me tighter to him.
Everything about this feels so intimate.
“And I missed you too,” I confess. Our lips are so close that I feel his hot breath.
A groan comes from deep in his chest when I slide my hand beneath the hem of his shirt and skim my fingers up hisnaked back. Even though we’re both sweating, goosebumps form on his skin from my touch.
I’m not sure if it’s his deodorant or the cologne before he came over, but God, he smells so fucking divine. I can’t pinpoint the scent, but it’s a woodsy mixture of warm spices and earthy undertones.
I don’t realize that the tips of my nails are digging into his back until I feel him harden between us. Our bodies are flush together, which means there’s no hiding his thick arousal.
My eyelashes flutter as I press against him, feeling the tip of his denim-covered cock nudge against my belly. Adrenaline surges through my veins as my heart threatens to beat out of my chest.
Just thinking about touching him there… Seeing him after all these years has my shorts growing dangerously wet between my legs. Without looking, I know that my nipples are hard, unashamedly poking through my sports bra.
I’m starving for this man.
I haven’t been this turned on since the first time I had sex with Callum. And all we’re doing is holding each other. We haven't even kissed since he’s been back in my life.
Feeling bold, I intentionally roll my hips against his erect cock. A soft moan escapes me as the rough denim of his jeans rubs against my sensitive clit.
“Fuck,” Callum groans through gritted teeth. “Birdie Wren.”
My insides heat like molten lava when he removes his hand from my hair and slides his fingers down my back to grip my ass in his large hand.
“I only have so much control,” he says breathlessly. “And if you keep grinding against my cock, then I’m going to lose it. You’re the only woman I’ve wanted. You’re the only face I see when I close my eyes and fuck my fist. I’m barely hangingon by a thread here. So if you want this to stop, then you’re going to have to be the one to do it.”
You’re the only face I see when I close my eyes and fuck my fist.
Fuck. Me.
Literally. Fuck me.
Just his ravenous tone could make me come. He sounds desperate in the sexiest way. His voice is husky, thick, and full of raw need.
I don’t want to stop. Even though I know we should, I couldn't imagine pulling my body away from his right now.
I should stop. We should take this slow. Weneedto take this slow. We already know that the physical attraction is there. That’s not our problem. Our problem is the eleven fucking years we have to make up for.
But dammit, I don’t want to stop. I feel like I need this more than my next breath.
“I…”
The universe decides for me because right as I’m about to tell Callum to keep going, his phone starts ringing in his pocket. I’ve never heard such a loud, obnoxious ringtone in my entire life.
“Shit,” Callum curses, completely out of breath. He quickly releases me before digging a hand into his pocket to fish out his phone.
“I’m sorry, Birdie,” he exhales, shaking his head in disappointment. “I have to check my phone during work hours in case there’s an emergency.”
“No, I get it,” I say breathlessly.
And I do. As a child neglect and abuse lawyer, I’m sure he has to be on call at all times. I can’t even begin to imagine the kinds of terrible phone calls he’s received.
Honestly, it’s for the better that the call interrupted us.Because I was on the verge of shoving him down to my couch and letting him fuck any sense of logic out of me. And as much as I know I would enjoy it, I need to think clearly when it comes to Callum. And I can’t do that while his dick is inside me.