Page 67 of Fall Wherever They May

“You still don’t get it, do you?” He shakes his head in disbelief, then clears the table.

I trail behind him as he walks through the kitchen to the sink. He turns on the water as I stand beside him. I try to take the dish from his hand so I can rinse our dishes, but Cal bumps me out of the way with his hips, which causes a giggle to escape my lips. With the dishes rinsed, he places them into the dishwasher, dries his hands on a hand towel, then takes me by surprise when he turns around and picks me up. My legs instantly wrap around his waist, and as I cling to him, he buries his head in my neck.

“I’m yours.” His low voice sends a shiver down my body. When he leans back, beautiful hazel eyes flick across my face, and butterflies erupt in my stomach. “I don’t know what I have to do to prove to you that I’m not going anywhere. When are you ever going to realize that I’m a permanent fixture in your life? There is nowhere in the world that I’d rather be than right beside you. I love you, Angel.”

I close the space between us and kiss him.

His lips part, and my tongue grazes his as I pour every ounce of my soul into this kiss. Cal carries me toward his bedroom but stops midway up the stairs to press me against the wall.What is it with him and carrying me and walls? Whateverit is, it’s hot as hell.My hands are in his hair, and one of his is tangled in mine. His hips grind into me, and through our clothes, his hard length rubs against my clit. We become more frantic, and he swallows my moan by kissing me so hard that I’m sure my lips are going to be swollen and bruised. “You have no idea how long I’ve waited for you,” he mumbles against my lips. “Now . . . lose the blouse.”

Within seconds, grabbing the hem, lifting the silk fabric over my head before dropping it onto the floor. I’m lifted higher, and Cal’s head descends as he takes each nipple into his mouth one by one over my white lace bra. His lips return to mine. My back leaves the wall, and he carries me the rest of the way to his bedroom.

With my feet deposited back to the ground and our connection broken, I stand panting and beyond senseless. His left hand squeezes my hip, and the right one wraps around me to my bra, then he peels the straps from my arms, and white lace falls to the ground. He lowers himself to his knees, takes off my shoes and socks, pops the button to my jeans, then glides the zipper down.

I hold onto his shoulders as he strips the denim from each leg; he nips and trails kisses from my thighs to my ankles. My white lace panties are the last thing to glide down, and with them lying on the floor next to me, his hands slide up my thighs before grabbing a hold of my hips. He breathes me in, then his tongue begins its assault on my pussy while his hazel eyes connect with mine.

Fuck, he knows how to make me feel good. This man is a god in the bedroom. My hands pull his hair—moving him even closer—and I throw my head back. “Oh, fuck,” I moan.

He pauses his onslaught, and I look down at him as his gaze peruses me. “Goddamn, you’re pretty.” My quaking legspart a bit to give him better access. His fingers slide inside me. “Fuck, Angel, your pussy is dripping. Is this all for me?”

“Everything’s for you, Callan,” I pant as his mouth returns to me.

His tongue and fingers continue to work their magic until my entire body tenses, all the blood rushes to my head, and stars burst behind my closed eyelids. It takes a few beats to catch my breath. I peer down as he wipes my arousal from his glistening lips and chin with the back of his hand.

Cal stands, and I grab the end of his shirt, lifting it up his torso. As my knuckles skim his sides, goosebumps pebble his flesh. It’s empowering to know I have that kind of effect on his body, that I can make him feel the same way that he makes me feel. He reaches behind his head and assists me by pulling off his shirt. Before I even have a chance to admire his body, he bends his head and teases my lips with his, then his tongue gently caress mine.

I rub against his hard cock through his clothes, then fumble with his belt. After unbuckling his belt, I unbutton and unzip his pants, letting them fall to the ground. He toes off his shoes and pulls off his socks, then stands upright wearing a smirk on his lips and a pair of boxer briefs. I didn’t think he could be any sexier . . . that is, until he released himself from said boxer briefs, and they hit the ground next to his jeans in a heaping pile of fabric.

Holy shit! This man is an Adonis with muscles cut from his jawline all the way down his body. Angry veins run down the length of his big, hard shaft as I allow my eyes to take him in, I’m left wondering how the hell he’s going to fit. It’s been years since I’ve been with anyone, and by the looks of things, this incredibly intoxicating man is going to rip my pussy to shreds. I take a deep breath and try to calm my nerves.

Cal has just singlehandedly turned my entire world upside down, and I want to return the favor, or at least try to, but he grabs my wrist when I reach for him. He takes my chin in his hands, tilting my head back to look him in the eyes. “You’ll spend plenty of time with that pretty little mouth wrapped around my cock, but not tonight. I thought I made myself clear the first time, but I’ll go ahead and reiterate what I said before. When we’re in the bedroom, you’re not in charge. You spend every single waking moment making enough decisions for yourself and everyone around you. When we’re here, I call the shots. Do you understand?”

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?” He demands.

Oh, dear lord. I didn’t think it was possible for me to be even more turned on, but here I am.

I give a dramatic roll of my eyes. “Yes, I understand.” I know I’m intentionally being a brat, but he doesn’t know thatI knowwhat he wants me to call him. So, I’ll sit here, play dumb, and let everything build up until he’s reached his limit and delivers what I want.

He chuckles low. “Now, now. Do you really think you can get away with that? I know what you’re doing, and it’s not going to work. I also know a little secret about you.”

A sharp breath escapes my lips; I swallow hard, then lick my lips.

He tsks, “You see, I’ve been doing . . . a little research. Let’s call it: Callan Miles’ DEFCON 1. In my research I found some interesting things about you. On shelves across the street sits a slew of books. Very dirty . . . incredibly naughty . . . and extremely smutty books, owned by none other than . . . you. So, I know that you know how to address me properly. Do you want to try that again, Angel?”

My eyes widen. My cover is blown, and I’m fucking busted. What the fuck is going on? How the hell did he get ahold of my books without me knowing? Good grief, I’m hanging on by a fucking thread here.

I nod, and I nibble on my bottom lip, knowing my cover is blown, “Yes, sir.”

His hand strokes my head. “That’s my good girl.”

Fuck.Hearing him call me a good girl is even hotter than when he tied me up. It makes me want to be his good girl all the time. My eyes light up.

“If you don’t want anyone to know your secrets, Aspen, maybe you shouldn’t annotate your favorite scenes. Now, scoot up on the bed. I don’t make promises I don’t intend to keep.”

I do as he orders, internally begging him to praise me again.

He saunters to the nightstand and grabs a condom and a bottle of lube, tosses them on the bed, then climbs up and settles between my legs. Lifting my left foot, he kisses the top, then kisses and sucks on the pleasure points all over my body.

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