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“Waiting for me… you drove all the way into the city to find me.”

“No—not just tonight. Without knowing it, I’ve been waiting for you for a long, long time.”

He coils his arm around my waist, leading me to his house. The nighttime darkness combined with the castle-like look of his home makes me feel that, finally, I’m inside one of my romance novels.

Chapter Twenty-Five

Gray

She laughs softly as I lift her off her feet in the entranceway, pressing her face against my chest. The house is silent as Wes and Emery, presumably, are asleep. But Callie’s right. We need to be quiet and careful. My entire body is burning with hunger for her, my manhood solid, my tip pushing against my pants as precome pulses hotly out of me.

When I saw her standing in front of my house, she was like an angelic silhouette, her curves dominating the night, claiming it. Owning it. Owning me. I feel more than a little insane as I walk down the hall toward my bedroom.

She groans when I lean down and press my lips against her neck. Her noises have an unhinged quality like she’s trying to stop herself from screaming out with lust, as if she’s on the edge already. That makes me even harder, even more savage.

I open the door by bumping it with my shoulder, then walk across the room as quietly as I can and lie her down. Returning to the door, I close and lock it. I want to howl like a fucking animal with all this need burning up inside me. During the drive back, I was smiling like a loon. We went for each otherat the same time. The same impulse drove us.

Now, smiling is the furthest thing from me. I turn to find her lying on her side, her hand propped under her head, the gradations of her voluptuous body on full display.

“Are you trying to turn me into a madman?”

“I think it’s too late for that,” she whispers, laughing softly.

I climb on top of her, kissing her intensely as I push my crotch against her. My rod gets even stiffer as I grind it up and down the thin fabric of her sweatpants. Both of us are wearing casual clothes, the fabric loose-fitting, letting us feel steamy previews of the other person’s nakedness.

I kiss across her cheek, returning to her neck. The noises she makes when I kiss her neck are goddamn addictive.

She slides her hand down my neck, over my back, clawing with her fingernails. Her moans are urgent as she tugs at my shirt. I lift my arms, and she pulls it over my head, whimpering as she sinks her nails into my bare skin. She scrapes up and down my back as if she doesn’t want there to be any space between us.

I lean up slightly and meet her eyes. She looks as unhinged as I feel. “Fair’s fair,” I tell her huskily.

She smiles, raises her arms. I tear her shirt over her head, then unclip her bra, staring in awe as her breasts spill free. She’s sofull, so gorgeous, so perfect. Her nipples look hard with her lust, her big tits so juicy I can feel precome surging up my shaft. I lean down, pushing her tits together, taking her nipples in my mouth and sucking greedily. She moans and shivers against me, sliding her hands through my hair.

“You’re making me…” For a moment, I think nerves will stop her from going further. That just makes it all the hotter when she pushes the words out. “So freaking wet.”

“Fuck,” I growl. “Keep going…”

Still massaging her bosom with one hand, obsessively sucking and licking her nipples, I slide the other down her body.

“My pussy’s so, so wet,” she goes on, the nerves draining out of her voice, replaced by excitement. “Oh, fuck, Gray. Remember the gym? Remember when I was thrusting for you? I was thinking about doing this.”

“Me too,” I groan, slipping my hand under her waistband, my balls flooded with my seed. There’s so much tension in me I feel like I could erupt. “I was staring at your abundant, gorgeous, virgin body, and I just knew I had to have you. My dick was hard—as hard as it is now. And I knew I had to slide into your tight, inexperienced, wet pussy and make you burn with desire. I knew I had to fuck you hard and deep until you were melting for me.”

“Oh, God,” she moans. “Don’t stop—either.”

I don’t have to ask what she means byeither. She wants more talking and more touching, which is more than fine by me.

I slip my hand over her feminine haven, finding her bud and pushing my finger against it. She gasps and closes her leg around my hand. I growl, gently biting her nipple, kissing, owning, obsessing.

“I wanted you the first moment I saw you,” I growl. “You drove me crazy in those summer dresses you always wear.”

“Those—old—things?” she pants.

“Yes,” I snarl. “They’re perfect. They show your figure so damn well. They show your shape, Callie, your curves, your everything.” I rub her pearl from side to side, up and down, applying more pressure, savoring the feel of her wetness, the sensation of her body trembling. “I wanted to fuck you the first moment I saw you. I wanted more than that, too.”

I can’t take it anymore. I start kissing down her body, over her mounds, past her stomach, toward her sanctuary. I grip her pants and her underwear together in greedy handfuls, then pull them down her body, revealing the tender planes of her thighs and the glistening pinkness of her virgin entrance.

Tossing her clothes onto the floor, I stare at her wetness, my breath coming fast, my cock swelling even more, somehow. I slide my hands up her thighs, kissing up her skin as I go, tasting her sweat, tasting just her. The closer I get to her gates, the more intense her scent becomes, gripping me on a primal, wild level.

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