Page 33 of Callahan's Haven

“Oh…” She cried out when he sucked her breast into the wet cavern of his mouth at the same time two fingers slid deep between her lower lips—the fit of his hand tight in her jeans where they worked over her flesh. The dual assault of his lips and teeth on her nipple vied with the one his fingers made on her clit. She closed her eyes and tilted her head back, spreading her legs as much as she could.

“God, you’re soaking,” he mumbled around her breast.” The glide of his fingers moved lower until he filled her opening. “So wet for me.”

She nodded, unable to say anything.

His fingers moved in and out, then spread her wetness over her clit before moving back down and doing it again. He set a rhythm she was helpless not to follow, until before she knew it she was riding his hand and fingers.

“Um… Oh…” She was close—so close. She rode him harder, fighting to find the release just out of reach.

His other hand replaced his mouth at her breast—plucking and pulling at the nipple in time with the hand at her core, taking her someplace she’d never reached from pleasuring herself.

“That’s right,” he growled. Two fingers worked in and out while his palm covered her pussy. “Fuck my hand.”

And she did, grinding her clit on the fat of his palm while the fullness at her opening grew when he added another finger.

“Cal… Oh, God… I… I…” She writhed on top of him, the throbbing at the top of her pussy growing stronger. She squeezed her eyes shut and rode his hand faster and faster, chasing after that elusive end she could feel just out of reach until…

“Ohhhh!” Her arms and legs tensed as heat burst from her center and spread over her body, her hips spasming while she shivered at the fingers now furiously working her clit.

She bucked against him when his fingers filled her again, the digits spearing in and out as his thumb brushed over her clit. The fingers at her breast tightened and squeezed her nipple to the point of pain, adding to the waves of the climax rushing over her and drowning her in a dazed bliss.

Moments later, her deep shuddering breaths filled the car, as his touch changed to soft, easy glides back and forth from her opening to her clit while his mouth soothed over the tips of her breast. He continued to ease her down until her arms gave way and her limp, replete body collapsed on top of him. Her head rested over his thundering heart, her body shaking each time he coasted over her sensitive nub. It was too much, so she squeezed her legs together to stay his hand.

“I’ve never…” she panted into his chest. “That was… It was…” She blew out a breath. “I have no words.”

“Oh, I can think ofseveralwords,” he murmured, kissing the top of her head. “Beautiful comes to mind. Perfect.”

She smiled and snuggled into him, liking the fact he’d kept a possessive hold covering her inside her panties. Now she needed a nap. She frowned. But that wouldn’t be right. “Not too perfect.” She looked up at him, the multitude of freckles scattered over his cheeks almost hidden by his deep flush. “Let me take care ofyounow,” she told him, beginning to slide down his body. It would be a tight fit in the floorboard, but if she tilted the steering wheel—

“No,” he said, anchoring his free arm around her waist and pulling her back up his body, a slightly pained grin on his face when she looked down at him. “This was for you.”

“But you’re—”

“I’m good.” He took her lips, his kiss gentle as his hand left the confines of her jeans. He leaned away from her. “And the only thing I want from you right now is this,” he said, bringing his fingers up to his mouth. “To get a small taste of you so I know what to look forward to later.”

She bit her lip and watched in fascination as his tongue took long, slow swipes over his three fingers, his low hum of pleasure sending a flutter through her belly.

If he was looking forward to more, maybe he wouldn’t be leaving after Friday. God, she hoped not.

He pressed his forehead to hers, his breath carrying her scent. “That was more than enough. For now.”

He tensed beneath her and closed his eyes.

“Yes, Garrett, we’re finished talking.”

Oh, God. She’d forgotten all about the other man.

His brow crinkled against hers as the whirring of the seat started again. She pulled herself away from him and climbed back into her seat.

“I doubt that.” Cal scrubbed his hand over his face as she zipped and buttoned her jeans, and then refastened her bra before adjusting her sweater and jacket. “Well, thanks for waiting then.” She looked toward the van. “Yes, I’m taking her to her dorm now.”

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Haven stood with her hand on the knob of her dorm room and glanced around the ceiling of the hall. Wherever the camera was, it was certainly well hidden.

And Garrett was watching. She stuck her tongue out before opening her door and going in.

“There she is,” Hope said from somewhere farther in their small suite.

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