“From the moment you pretended not to recognize me, I was interested in knowing more about you. I wanted to find out what led you here to the Hamptons, but with every discussion we have, I’ve become interested in so many other things about you, too.”
A small moan falls from my lips when his fingers reach up and tangle in my hair. He weaves his fingers through the long, wet strands and uses his grip to tilt my face up, making it so our lips almost graze each other.
“Like what?” I breathe. I feel dizzy with the anticipation of kissing him.
“Lucy Rae, there are so many things about you that I’m interested in. But right now, there are two I can’t stop thinking about.”
“And what are those?”
“I’m dying to know what you taste like,” he answers, hisvoice hoarse. “And even more, I want to know if you’re going to keep giving me excuses or if you’re going to give in to what you want and let me kiss you.”
I know this isn’t a good idea. There’s a list of reasons why I shouldn’t let Callahan Hastings kiss me. None of them seem good enough to deny myself what I want in this moment.
It can be only once. One little taste, and then we can create boundaries.
With a deep breath, I meet his blue eyes before wetting my lips. “Close the distance and find out.”
TWENTY-TWO
CAL
I don’t waste another second.
After weeks of wondering what she tasted like, I lean in and press my lips to Lucy’s. I’m hesitant at first, wanting to make sure she’s okay with this happening.
She doesn’t pull away or make any move to end the kiss. Instead, her lips eagerly meet mine. For a moment, we just stay there, locked in the sensation of finally feeling the joining of our lips.
But I need more.
My lips part as I wait to see if she’ll let me deepen the kiss. My fingers tighten the grip they have on the strands of her hair, and I pull her body into mine.
Lucy reaches up and places her trembling fingers against my face. Something deep inside me relaxes at the simple touch of her fingertips along my cheek. It’s a comfort to know she needs to feel the connection of our skin just as much as I do.
Desperate for more, I let my tongue dance along the seam of her mouth. When she moans, I taste it, and I swear time seems to come to a standstill when her tongue brushes up against mine.
The gentleness is gone. I can’t hold back anymore, and it doesn’t seem like she can either.
Our chests press against each other as our tongues meet in a wild frenzy. Hands pull at hair, and fingertips dig into skin as we get lost in the kiss. We swallow each other’s moans greedily, never once breaking for air.
“Cal.” Lucy moans my name, and the moment she does, I know I’ll have to hear her moan it again. I want to discover what other sounds I can get from her as I explore her body. Maybe even discover what other ways she can moan my name.
I kiss along her jawline, letting the fingers not gripping her hair explore her body. I want more of her—Ineedmore of her—but I don’t want to take this too far.
EvenIknow I shouldn’t be kissing her right now. I need to be careful that I don’t cross the line more than I already have.
But fuck, it’s tempting.
My lips trail along her neck as I try to taste her any way I can.
“Everything about you is so fucking tempting,” I tell her, my lips dancing along her skin with the words. She tastes like salt from the saltwater pool mixed with something else. Something sweet and delectable. Maybe it’s just her.
“Oh my God.” Her back arches as my teeth nibble at the sensitive skin of her neck. I guide my tongue over the spot my teeth just dug into, wanting to ease the sting.
Her hands move down my back, and it feels like my skin is on fire everywhere she explores.
“I never want to leave this pool house,” I tell her, fighting the temptation to coax the tiny triangle covering her tits to the side and taste her there too. Even her pebbled nipples fight against the fabric, showing their protests over being hidden.
“Why does this feel so good if we shouldn’t be doing it?”she asks, her eyes finding mine when I bring our faces together once again.