Page 37 of Callahan's Haven

“No, it’s ruined.” She picked it up and threw it in the trash. “I read the instructions wrong. I was using thefrozencooking time and not the thawed one.” She let out a disgusted breath. “I guess I stayed in the shower too long.”

Haven, naked and wet, took a jog through his mind but disappeared when she asked, “So, cheese sandwiches or Ramen Noodles?”

He grinned at her. “We can go out if you like.” He really didn’t want to, but as long as he was with her it was good.

“No,” she said, grabbing his hand again and taking him the few steps over to one of their couches and sitting down. She gave him a little tug and he sat down bedside her. She was kind of a bossy little thing when she wanted to be. “I’m not really that hungry right now. Plus, I’ll have to take another shower.” She pulled strands of her hair up to her face and wrinkled her nose. “I smell like smoke.”

“Let me smell.” He moved in close and ran his nose from the top of her head down to the strands of hair lying on her shoulder. “You smell good to me.” He took the opportunity to move her hair aside and kiss her neck. “Really good. And I’m not that hungry for food right now anyhow.”

“You’re not?” she said, licking her lips, her hand still holding his tightening its grip. She scooted closer and turned her nose into the sleeve of his pullover shirt. “You smell good too.” She looked up at him through her lashes, a blush spreading over her face. “So, whatareyou hungry for?”

Heat chased over his skin while his cock stirred. “Do you really want to know?”

She nodded slowly, holding his gaze.

“I’ve only had a craving for one thing the last two days.”

Haven’s heating stare never left his.

“Do you know what that is, my sweet girl?”

She nodded slowly again while standing and pulling him up. He didn’t break the silence as she led him by the hand down the hallway and into her bedroom where she shut and locked the door behind them.

He waited.

But not for long.

His cock pushed painfully against the front of his jeans as Haven lifted her t-shirt over her head, and then swelled more as she undid and pushed her jeans down her slender legs and shoved them aside with her feet.

How many times had he imagined being right here over the past two weeks? But nothing had prepared him for the reality of Haven baring herself to him with her bed right behind her.

“I’ve never done this before,” she said, reaching for the front clasp on her lavender bra as a deep blush spread over her skin.

Cal’s heart raced with desire, but also with something more knowing she’d chosen him to be her first.

Her increasingly wanting gaze continued to hold his as she eased the straps down her arms and then dropped the bra behind her to display her firm breasts tipped with hard, light brown nipples. They were the perfect handfuls. “So we might have to go a little slow.”

His mouth watered for more when her hands went to the band of her matching panties hiding what he most wanted to touch and taste. Her flavor had haunted him and he needed more.

“I can do slow,” he told her, and then swallowed hard at his first glimpse of neatly trimmed hair as she pulled her panties down over her hips and then lifted one leg and then the other to step out of them. She was gloriously naked, and he soaked her all in as she threw her panties away from her and walked toward him.

She filled his waiting arms, and then melted into his tight embrace. God, she felt good pressed up against him. But it wasn’t enough. He lifted her slight weight and cradled her body against his chest while his lips found hers. Within a few steps he had her laid down on the bed and carefully settled on top of her.

“Aren’t you going to…” A blush flooded her cheeks as she spread open for him and her restless legs rubbed against his hips and up and down his jean-covered thighs. “Why are you still dressed?” Her hands went to his back and tugged at the bottom of his pullover.

He grinned at her slight gasp when he relaxed his lower body into hers before reaching behind him to loosen her tight grip away from his shirt. While nothing would give him more pleasure than to be naked with her at the moment, he needed to concentrate onherpleasure first.

Besides, he wanted to take his time learning her body without the distraction of skin to skin contact.

He lifted her unresisting hands over her head and then pressed them into the pillow. She made a lovely picture—her silky, dark-golden hair spread out around her head, her eyes bright with need holding his, the way she pulled on her bottom lip with her teeth. It was almost like his first fantasy of Haven lying beneath him just like this.

Cal squeezed her hands, saying, “Keep them here,” and then took her lips in a lingering kiss before releasing her hands and gliding his fingers down her arms to cup the back of her shoulders. His mouth made its own journey over her chin and down her straining neck where he licked and nipped at her—resisting the urge to mark her—before he tongued over the raised goose flesh covering her breast.

“Cal,” Haven murmured while wrapping her legs around his waist and bowing up into him.

He glanced up to where her hands twisted in the pillowcase fabric. “Shhh…”

He closed his eyes and pushed down the need to rip open his jeans and plunge into where he knew she was wet and wanting. But he couldn’t. Not yet. So, it was with an iron will he kept his focus on her distended nipple and the hard ridges teasing his tongue, even though his cock felt ready to burst right through his jeans to seek her heated center rubbing against him

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