Page 130 of All of Me

I don’t need to be told twice. Hell, I shouldn’t have needed to be told once. I’ve missed this—the teasing, the build-up, the way Callie knows exactly how to get me worked up with nothing but a few words.

As I drive home, my grip tightens on the wheel, but my mind drifts—back to where it all started. The late-night conversations that blurred into morning, the way she’d look at me like she saw right through every wall I’d ever put up. How I swore I’d take things slow, only to fall for her so fast it left me breathless.

Back then, I thought I knew what love was. Then I met Callie, and she rewrote everything.

The house is silent when I step inside, the refrigerator's low hum the only sound in the stillness. The faint glow from the bedroom spills into the hallway, soft and inviting, and with every step closer, anticipation coils tighter in my gut. I know she’s waiting for me.

I push the door open, and fuck—I barely keep my grip on the handle.

She’s stretched out on the bed, wrapped in deep red lace that barely covers a damn thing. The delicate fabric hugs every sinful curve, sheer in all the right places, her bare skin teasing through it. One strap has slipped off her shoulder, and her hand is resting on her stomach, fingers grazing the lace between her thighs. She looks up at me, eyes dark, hungry, her lips curving into a slow, knowing smile.

“Happy birthday, handsome.”

I swallow hard, my pulse slamming through me. “Jesus Christ, Kitty.”

She tilts her head, dragging her nails lightly down her stomach. “What?” she purrs. “You don’t like your present?”

I kick the door shut so hard the walls shake.

“Baby,” I murmur, yanking my shirt over my head, tossing it to the floor. “I haven’t even unwrapped it yet.” Her breath hitches as I strip out of my jeans, my body already burning just from looking at her.

“You know,” she murmurs, her fingers teasing the edge of her panties, “I got bored waiting for you.”

I don’t even let her finish. I’m on her in an instant, pressing her down into the mattress, my hands framing her face as I crash my mouth into hers. She moans soft and needy, her legs parting beneath me, welcoming me between them like she’s been waiting for this all damn day.

“You’ve been teasing me since noon,” I rasp against her lips. “You ready to pay for that?”

She grins against my mouth, her hands sliding down my back, nails digging in. “Depends,” she breathes, rolling her hips up against me. “You gonna make me beg for it?”

A low growl rumbles in my throat. I grab both of her wrists, pinning them above her head. Her breath catches, pupils blown wide.

“You like that, don’t you?” I murmur, dragging my lips down her throat, biting just hard enough to make her arch.

Her fingers flex under my grip. “Yes,” she whispers.

Goddamn.

I slide my free hand between her legs, pressing my fingers against the lace, feeling how wet she already is for me. She gasps, her body shuddering as I drag my fingers over her, slow and teasing. “Tell me,” I rasp, nipping at her jaw. “Tell me how bad you need me.”

She tilts her head back, breathless. “Owen, please.”

“Please what?”

Her hips roll up into my touch, desperate, needy.

“I need you inside me,” she whimpers.

Fuck.

I let go of her wrists, dragging her panties down her thighs, kissing every inch of skin I expose. She shivers beneath me, body begging for more.

And then I show her exactly how much I missed her.

I part her thighs and press my mouth to her, licking slow and deep, teasing her with my tongue until she’s writhing beneath me. She lets out a broken moan, her hands flying to my hair, fingers tangling and tugging, guiding me exactly where she wants me.

“God, Owen,” she pants, hips rocking against my mouth, voice shaking.

I keep going, lapping and sucking until she’s coming apart, trembling and gasping my name, her entire body tensing around the pleasure. When I pull back, she’s wrecked—lips parted, chest rising and falling in sharp, uneven breaths.

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