Page 105 of He Loves Me Knot

Tantalizing.She shivered, feeling more daring and fun than she ever had—even when jumping off canyons and plunging down a zip line. Wilder than she would doing something like skinny-dipping.

This is fun.

And there was something in that rawness, that honesty, that made her feel like she was the one in control here.

“Maybe I want to be the woman that you try to stay away from but can’t. Or maybe I don’t even care. You think I can’t handle you?” She forced herself through the fear his words were supposed to bring and stepped closer still. “I don’t want to handle you. I want to fuck you. And I don’t want you to apologize for wanting me.”

He drew a breath through his teeth as though her words were a gut punch, and his hands dropped to her hips, grasping her so hard that she was certain he’d leave a mark. “Liddy, I’m warning you?—”

She splayed her hands on his chest, her face only inches from his. “Let’s be real, Callum. Even if you had gotten me outside tonight, jumping in that ocean naked, you think I wouldn’t have pulled you into the water with me? And then we’d be right here.” Her lips brushed his lower lip. “And then I’d just be a different sort of wet.”

He groaned, then crushed her with a bruising kiss, his arm wrapping around her waist, pulling her tightly against his hips, the hardness of his length thick against her.

“I don’t treat the women I fuck like the women I work with,” he growled as though it was taking everything in his power to convince himself not to do this. His lips were on her neck, his arms still cradling her against his hips.

A heavy feeling built in her breasts—longing to be touched—and her clit throbbed as pressure and wetness flared between her legs.God, I want him.

I want to be the woman he fucks.

This whole trip, Callum had seemed determined for her to challenge her perceptions of herself. Set herself free.

And this. This he holds back on.

She wanted to be fun.Wild.

“You promise?”

That seemed to be enough for him. He returned his lips to hers, slanting his mouth over hers with a scorching kiss.

Oh God.

His tongue.

God, the taste of his tongue is incredible.

His hands pushed beyond the waistband of her underwear, cupping her ass and grazing lower. She wanted to push back against his hands, feel his fingers slide behind her, but his palms cupped her ass, then pressed her hard against him.

“Fuck, Liddy. Told you I wanted you. You’re so fucking beautiful.”

Electric energy sizzled its way up from her core.

And his hands.

She didn’t doubt for a second that Callum had much more experience than she did. But he didn’t make her feel like that.

Not bent.

Not broken.

Not imperfect in any way.

He makes me feel like a fucking goddess.

His hands left her ass, then pulled her shirt off in one fluid move, and she gasped as his lips left hers briefly. Pushing her onto the bed, he stripped the underwear off, too, and then lay her back. Eyes dark, deep unreadable pools of desire, screaming how dangerous he was.And I want that danger.

He’s the most danger I’ve ever felt.

And it made her feel alive.

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