Page 50 of Scoring Grey

His thumb is quick to swipe it away. “It’s just a little water, and you’re not ruining anything. I’m stripped down, baring my soul to its keeper. I’m right where I want to be.” The mouth I’ve dreamed of kissing daily for the rest of my life slowly fills in the cracks, and the worry I felt disappears like it never existed as we melt into one. The heat and passion burning before sizzle as our desire to reconnect in all ways turns frenzied. He nips my lip as he pulls away. “I’m ready for breakfast, blondie. Lie down.”

I lean back on my palms, and he starts trailing open-mouthed kisses down my chest, causing every hair on my body to stand at attention. His tongue circles one of my nipples, deliciously sending tendrils of heat straight to my core before he pinches it between his teeth. I hiss at the unexpected sensation.

“Down,” he commands. The second I do as he says, he’s pulling me to the edge of the island and throwing my legs over his shoulders before settling between my thighs. There’s an unexpected pause, and I’m about to ask what’s wrong before I feel his tongue gently lick me straight up my center.

“Fuck,” we both say in unison.

“Oh, I’m gonna do that too,” he says before spearing me with his tongue.

“Cal…” I gasp. The sensation of having him like this almost too much. I’ve dreamed about these types of reunions alone in my room for years, and the way his tongue is hungrily taking its fill tells me he has too. His hand finds mine, and he laces our fingers together and my walls come crashing down as I barrel toward my orgasm.

“Mmm,” he groans loudly, holding me flush against his mouth, lapping up every drop and licking me through the aftershocks. “Best fucking breakfast,” he says, placing a kiss on my thigh before standing to his full height and lining his cock with my entrance. His hooded gaze finds mine, and I know he’s giving me a chance to say no.

“I want this, Cal. I need you,” I confirm.

He runs his tip through my folds, and the sensation of feeling him like this has me wanton with need. This is our first time being together in six long years. He’s savoring it, but I need more.

“Cal…” I plead.

“God, you have no idea how surreal this feels. Not only do I have my girl back, she’s begging for my cock.” His hands find my thighs and he brings them together, slowly sliding his calloused hands up my calves until he has my legs positioned right where he wants them on his shoulders. His jaw goes slack as he dips his broad head in, watching his tip disappear slightly before running it back up to my clit.

“In case I forget to mention it later. You can make me breakfast anytime you like.”

“Stop…” I smile playfully but only for a second because in the next, my lips are forming an O as this time he pushes in further. This time, he’s not stopping.

“You feel so good,” he says, pushing in and meeting resistance. “You’re so damn tight.” He pulls back. “Tell me you’ve missed this. Tell me this hasn’t been your every other dream for the past six years.”

I’m momentarily rendered speechless as he stretches me, deepening his reach, the sting warming my body. I lick my lips. “What were your other dreams?”

“Making you my wife.” His words smash any remaining remnants of the wall that once stood to pieces, but as usual, fate’s a fickle bitch because he doesn’t even fully seat himself before there’s a loud banging on the front door. He pauses, and I strain to view the door, but he speaks softly. “Don’t worry, it’s locked. If we don’t say anything, whoever it is will go away.” He kisses the inside of my calf, and I feel his cock jerk inside of me.

The heavy knock sounds again. “Open up, Callum. I know you’re in there. It’s time for your one-on-one with your new girlfriend.”

“Fuck.” He pulls out quickly. “That’s my coach.”

My eyes widen.

“I can’t say no to him, and since he mentioned the one-on-one, that means Blair is on the other side of that door, too.” He reaches for my robe before I do, helping me cover up before calling out, “I’ll be there in just a minute.” He pulls up his sweats and helps me off the counter. “Go in the bedroom. I’ll get rid of them.”

15

CALLUM

“Unbelievable,” I mutter as Eloise heads down the hall. She’s in Toronto so we could have time alone, and now that we’re choosing each other, time feels like the last thing we have. I bite my fist hard and open the freezer door, grab the first frozen thing I see, which happens to be a bottle of vodka, and shove it down my pants. I groan out my annoyance as I wait for the cold bottle to settle the massive boner my gray sweatpants can’t hide.

“Let’s go, Callum. I have things to do today that don’t include babysitting you,” Coach hollers through the door.

I pull out the bottle. “Yeah, coming,” I say, shoving it back in the freezer.

When I pull open the door, Coach Beck is standing there looking very unamused and every bit as irritated as me. With her phone in hand, Blair stands dressed like she’s getting ready to walk a red carpet event in a tight white dress that leaves nothing to the imagination and red heels. Behind her is her camera guy with his lens pointed straight at me.

“That better not be on.”

Coach pushes through, and I stand aside as Blair and the camera guy, whose name I can’t remember, follow suit.

“Do I not get a heads-up about these interviews?”

“Yeah, I called you yesterday, but you didn’t answer,” Coach says, walking over to the fireplace.

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