Page 97 of My Best Years

The bright lights and sounds of amusement evaporate asour lips move in perfect motion. Everything ceases to exist but us.

Our kiss turns from soft to heated when Birdie sucks on my tongue, eliciting a deep groan from low in my chest. My cock stirs, coming alive when she bites down on my lower lip and tugs it between her teeth.

“Fuck,”I growl against her lips. She whimpers when I return the favor and suck her swollen lip into my mouth.

She’spulling on the strands of my hair, ravaging me with kisses like she can’t get enough. And it’s so damn sexy.

My eyes roll back as she lowers her lips to my neck. My hands latches onto her thigh for support as she licks and sucks down the column of my throat.

Oh my fucking God.That feels so good.

I’m pretty sure she’s sucking hard enough to leave a hickey. Just the thought of her marking me has my cock twitching against her center.

If she keeps doing this, I’m going to walk off of this ride with a huge fucking boner.

“Birdie…” I rasp.

“Mmmmm?” she hums against my neck while rocking against me, oblivious to the fact that my dick is about to burst through my jeans.

“You have no idea what you do to me, baby,” I pant. “I’m so fucking obsessed with you.”

When she removes her lips from my neck and slowly leans back, I quickly go in for another kiss. But she pulls away.

What the hell?

Did I say something wrong?

Her eyes dart between mine as her brows draw together with emotion.

“Birdie?” I croak, panic filling my tone.

“Cal…” she trails off.

“What is it?” I reach for her, cradling her cheeks between my hands. “Talk to me, Birdie.”

She exhales a shaky breath before turning my fucking world upside down in the best way possible.

“I want you, Callum,” she confesses, entirely out of breath. “I want you so bad that I can’t think straight. It’s all I can think about since we had dinner at your house. I can’t focus on work. I can barely sleep at night. I wake up every morning with my hand between my thighs. I’m losing my mind, Callum. My bodyachesfor you.”

I wake up every morning with my hand between my thighs.

My body aches for you.

The image of Birdie rubbing her pretty pussy to thoughts of me has me ready to rip her clothes off right here and now.

I know exactly what she wants, but I need to hear it to be sure. I need to know that she wants this as much as me.

“What are you saying, Birdie?” My voice comes out low and husky. “That you want to have sex?”

“No, Callum,” she deadpans. “I want you to fuck me. We’re not teenagers anymore. I don’t want you to go slow or easy. I want you to fuck me and not hold back.”

Holy fuck.

Fucking hell.

I think I might die of a heart attack right here on this Ferris wheel.

My jaw flexes as I reach for her ass and pull her against my rigid cock.

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