Page 54 of Fall Wherever They May

I dip my head down, allowing my lips to softly dust over hers. I pull back to gauge her reaction. I hesitate. I’ve already fucked this up once. Aspen closes the distance, brushing her pillowy lips over mine again; I slowly relax, returning the kiss. She glides her hands over my shoulders, working their way up until her delicate fingers pull on my hair, causing a moan to escape from my mouth. I tease her lips, sucking first her bottom then her top. This moment feels so right.

I break the kiss long enough to pick her up; her legs round and lock around my waist, and her dress slides up, bunching around her waist. Our kiss becomes more frantic aswe pour all of the built-up feelings we’ve had for months into it. She grinds her core against my cock, driving me out of my damn mind. I’m hard as hell and ready to take her to my room.

“Please,” she whimpers. Not breaking from our kiss, I reach over and start the elevator back up.

We make it to my floor, and I walk her all the way down the long hallway to my room with her legs still wrapped around my waist, not giving a single fuck who sees us. I fumble for my wallet in my back pocket, not letting go of her. She grabs the wallet out of my hand, fishing out the key card while I trail kisses down her neck and collarbone. She presses it to the scanner and opens the door. Once we’re in the room, I kick the door closed and saunter over to my bed, laying her down gently and nestling in between her legs.

“I want to fuck you so badly, but I’m not going to tonight.” I mumble as I trace open-mouthed kisses up her neck. “What I am going to do is make you feel good,” I whisper in her ear.

I pull back silently, asking for permission. When she looks at me, I can see all her emotions swirling in her eyes: desire, admiration, lust, and wariness. She gives me a small nod, and relief settles over me.

“I need words, Angel.” I need her to give me clear confirmation that this is what she wants.

“Yes. Please, Cal,” she moans, begging.

Thank. Fucking. God.

I slowly lift her sinful-as-fuck dress over her head but stop at her wrist. With her arms still in the dress, I twist the neckline to bind her wrist together in the tight fabric.

“You’re so fucking stunning,” I breathe. As I take her in, I allow my eyes to roam down to the rosy buds of her nipples resting under black lace. Fuck, she is sexy as hell. I lower my head and take one of her peaks into my mouth over the lacyfabric. She moans in response, grinding her core against me. I move over to the other one, sucking it into my mouth. Fuck, her tits are perfect. Trailing my tongue down her stomach, I suck and kiss her soft skin until I reach the edge of her sexy lace panties.

“Is this okay?” I whisper as I graze the top of the black lace with my lips.

She swallows hard and nods when I place an open-mouthed kiss right above her pubic bone. I must have been a goddamned saint in my past life to be rewarded with her sexy ass body wrapped up like a present in lace.

Hovering over her and bearing all my weight on one arm so as not to crush her, I gently move her hair out of her eyes, then suck on her bottom lip.“Look at you lying here in my bed, all stretched out with your hands bound, looking like a goddamn angel and a wet dream. I’m going to fuck your pussy with my mouth, tongue, and fingers until you come so many times you’re senseless, and you can’t even remember your own name.” Her eyes flare with heat. Oh, kink unlocked. My girl likes dirty talk; of course she does. “Keep your hands just like that.”

I dust my fingertips teasingly down her ribcage and across her abdomen, trailing down slowly until I reach her dripping wet pussy. “So damn sexy. Your cunt is so fucking wet for me right now,” I murmur against her lips. As I dip a finger inside of her, she lets out a low moan. “I can’t wait for you to make a mess of my face.” One hit and I’m already addicted to this sound. Fuck, she’s so tight. I add another finger. “I bet you taste like heaven.” I kiss her deeply one more time before my lips glide down her stomach back to her glistening pussy.

I breathe in her scent, and fuck if my cock isn’t hard and ready to blow. I peel down the sexy, black lace panties from her body and let them fall to the floor. My tongue laps her twice before she begins grinding on my face and begging for a release.When she pulls my hair, I realize she’s taken her hands out of her dress. I’d like to give her a spanking for her disobedience, but I let it go this time. Instead, I place two fingers inside her pussy and curl them upwards to hit her g-spot while my tongue laps at her clit. She writhes, and her legs begin to shake. She releases several curses and moans as her clit throbs against my tongue; wave after wave, her pussy clenches and squeezes my fingers.

“That’s one,” I breathe a chuckle. “Next time you misbehave and untie yourself, I’m going to spank that pretty ass red, then torture your body until you’re sobbing and begging for a release. I’ll torture you over and over again, not letting you cum until I give you permission to.”

“Fuck, Callan,” she moans. “If that’s punishment, I’ll be sure to disobey.”

Traveling back up her body, I kiss her lips, allowing her to taste herself on my tongue. Her pussy grinds against me. I rock into her, my cock straining against my pants. I want her. Fuck, I need her, but I can’t. I can’t make love to her. I can’t give myself over to her completely.

I give her a few minutes to recover before I descend on her again, not stopping until she’s incoherent and spent.

As I lay in bed with Aspen’s head on my chest, hundreds of thoughts run through my mind. I look down at her. She’s perfect. She’s everything. I’ve fallen for her, completely head over heels fallen for her, but there’s something I need to take care of before I can tell her exactly how she makes me feel. Tormenting guilt begins to seep back in. Fuck, I can’t keep doing this to myself. I need to put this shit to rest.

CHAPTER NINETEEN

Aspen

I lay wrapped in Cal’s arms with my head on his chest. My mind is left racing. Who would have thought Calan Miles would’ve had such a filthy mouth? Holy shit. We haven’t even had sex, and he just put some of my book boyfriends to shame. I wonder what this means for us. Are we together? Are we still just friends, or friends with benefits now?

“You know, I was thinking . . .” He trails off.

A few seconds pass, and I’m met with silence. I tilt my head up to look at his gorgeous face. Oh gosh, please don’t tell me you regret this—that this was a mistake.

“Yeah? Don’t waste time leaving me in suspense,” I whisper.

His brows furrow. “I think . . . look, I don’t know where this is going, but we’ve obviously crossed over the friend zone.”

He’s read my mind several times in the past. It’s like he has a direct line to my thoughts. A rush of electricity zings through my entire body at his words. I still don’t have clarity, but at least it’s something.

“Oh, is that so, Captain Obvious?” I crane my head, nipping at his bottom lip.

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