Page 86 of My Best Years

Desperate to feel his skin, I slip my hands beneath the front of his shirt and drag my nails up his lean torso. The pads of my fingers glide over the ridges of his abs before I reach his prominent pecs.

A drop of wetness seeps from my core when I feel the coarse hair lining his chest, feeling so fucking manly and rugged beneath my fingers. Such a stark difference from when we were eighteen.

“Fuck,”Callum hisses when I flick a thumb against his nipple. His teeth sink into the dip between my neck and collarbone, deep enough to leave an indention but not draw blood. My legs tighten around his hips at the thought of him marking me.

Before I have a chance to recover, he’s on me again. He grabs my waist, pulls me to the edge of the counter until my pussy is pressed firmly against his cock, and slams his mouth to mine. His lips move against mine like he’s ravenous, devouring my lips, teeth, and tongue in the most tantalizing way.

The way he kisses me is a combination of beauty and torture. It’s the most euphoric experience I’ve ever had, but it still doesn’t feel enough.

Judging by the next words that fall from his lips, it’s not enough for him either.

And thank God for that.

“Birdie,” he pants breathlessly against my lips. “Can I touch you? I need to fucking touch you.”

Can he touch me?

I would let this mandefileme.

“Yes,” I nod desperately. “Yes,” I repeat, practically begging him to do it already.

His eyes flick between mine as he shakes his head in awe. He lifts his hands to my face and grazes his thumbs along my cheeks, caressing me.

“I can’t believe you're here right now,” he murmurs, staring down at me like I’m a rare jewel, his gaze glassy with unspeakable joy. “I can’t believe you’re real. I’ve missed you so fucking much, Birdie. Not a day has gone by that I haven’t woken up with an ache in my chest for you.”

Not a day has gone by that I haven’t woken up with an ache in my chest for you.

That sentence alone is enough to make me crumble for him.

I slip my hands from beneath his shirt before wrapping my fingers around his wrists and holding his stare.

“Then show me,” I whisper, my voice laced with emotion. “Show me how much you missed me, Cal.”

His brows etch together with emotion before he threads his fingers through the hair at the nape of my neck and pulls me to him.

“Come here,” he groans, even though it’s not possible to get any closer.

It’s so incredibly sexy, his primal need for me.

As soon as the words leave his mouth, his lips are crashing down to mine. He parts my lips with his tongue before licking inside and taking my breath away. The flavor of red wine surrounds my taste buds as he takes his time exploring every wall and corner of my mouth.

The muscles in my lower belly tighten when Callum lifts one of his large hands to my breast, fully cupping me in his palm. His fingers stroke and fondle my tender flesh as he circles his free hand around my back to hold my writhing bodystill. A whimper escapes me when he moves his hand to my other breast, flicking his thumb against my swollen nipple that’s poking through the thin fabric of my dress.

“Cal,”I purr when he pinches the erect bud between his thumb and forefinger while lathering my neck in sloppy kisses.

My eyes roll back as I elongate my neck, giving him more skin to kiss, suck, and bite.

He pants, “You’re so…”

He kisses down my neck.

“Fucking…”

He kisses up my neck.

“Sweet.”

I lower my head and capture his mouth before biting down on his pillowy lip. A primal groan rumbles from his throat when I reach for the waistband of his jeans, impatient to feel him in my hands. There’s no way in hell that either of us are going to sleep tonight without a release, and I’ll be damned if I’m not the one to make him fall apart.

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