Page 53 of In Good Company

My entire body feels like a rubber band that’s been pulled tight, just aching to be released. All I’ve wanted is to have Lucy like this again, but it wasn’t something I was confident would happen.

Seeing her lust-filled, big brown eyes stare up at me as my fingers run through her wetness is my undoing.

I’ve never wanted something as badly as I want Lucy Owens. I’m desperate, ready to get on my knees and beg for her if that’s what it takes to get her to see that this connection between us is undeniable.

By the way her body trembles underneath my touch, it seems like begging won’t be necessary. Although, I might still get on my knees and eat her perfect pussy the way I’ve been dreaming of.

“Talk to me,” I press, needing to hear her admit that she needs me. With each passing day I’ve spent with her, I’ve needed her more and more. I’m at the point where it feels like I’ll combust if I don’t have her. I almost did when I got that little taste of kissing her and had to pretend that the kiss didn’t rock my world.

I drag my fingers through her wetness and circle her clit. Iwant to bottle up her moan that echoes through the kitchen. It’s so fucking sexy I’d love to hear her moan like that all night tonight and every night after. I slide her panties to the side, getting my first view of her.

Fuck, she’s perfect. I already knew she would be. Everything about her is.

I lean down and press a kiss to her inner thigh. “Do I kiss your lips or your pussy first? I’m fucking starved for both.”

Her body shudders at my words. Or maybe it’s the fact I still circle her clit at a slow pace as I wait for her to answer me.

“Kiss me,” Lucy speaks up, her voice strained. She keeps her eyes on me, watching my every move as I decide what to do.

I continue to feather kisses along her thigh to tease her. I know it might be cruel, and it tortures me just as much as it does her, but I can’t help it. She deserves to be teased just a little for walking out on our kiss and trying to pretend it never happened. “I plan on it, baby,” I assure her, remembering her demand. “Tell me where.”

She takes me by surprise by wrapping her fingers in the hair at the top of my head and pulling. She yanks, taking exactly what she wants as she pulls my head toward her.

“I want you to kiss me again like you did in the pool house. Like nothing else matters but me.”

I smile, leaning in so my next words are said against her lips—the lips that haven’t left my mind since the moment she’s talking about. Hell, they were on my mind far before then. My hand not covered in her arousal reaches up to cup her jaw, angling her face up so she sees nothing but me.

“Nothing else matters to me, Lucy baby, I can promise you that.” Before she can respond, I trap her lips with mine, reveling in tasting her again.

During our first kiss, she was hesitant. She needed a moment to let me in. Tonight, her mouth is wide open andready for me. I groan, and she swallows the sound of my realization that she’s had time to think it over. I can be confident this is exactly what she wants.

My tongue slides into her mouth, eager to feel hers against mine. I don’t know how long we stay just like that, the two of us swallowing each other’s moans as we give in to the passion between us.

I step between her thighs, pausing circling her clit so I can fully press our bodies together. My elbow hits something—I think another wine glass—as I twist her hair between my fingers, making sure to keep the one covered in her arousal out of the strands. Whatever it is hits the ground and shatters at my feet, but I don’t pay it any attention.

It doesn’t matter. Not when I’m finally kissing Lucy again.

Our chests rise in rapid succession as we take what we want from the other. We’re teeth and tongues and wandering hands, the two of us desperate to get as much as we can from one another.

I rake my teeth along the hollow of her throat, nibbling slightly before easing the sting with my tongue. “You have no idea how many times I’ve thought of kissing you again,” I admit. “God, Lucy, it feels like you’re all I’ve thought about since the moment you left me alone in that pool house.”

“Cal,” Lucy whimpers, her head falling to the side as she gives me better access to her neck. “Don’t say things you don’t mean.”

A growl comes from deep in my chest as I pause. I line my eyes up with hers, needing her to look me in the eye with my next words. “I’m not the kind of man who says things he doesn’t mean.” My words come out gruff, maybe even a little harsh, but I need her to know that anything I tell her is the truth.

No matter how frustratingly foreign the feeling is, I feelsomething for her. It’s more than something. It’s a lot. How she could even question if I mean what I say is beyond me.

Before we do anything else, I gently wrap my fingers around her wrist and bring her fingertips to my neck. I press them against my skin with enough pressure for her to feel her effect on me.

“No one’s ever made my pulse spike like this. When I tell you that you’re all I’ve thought about, I mean every word.”

Her fingers twitch against my skin. She presses even harder, her fingertips firm against my dancing pulse. The most beautiful smile spreads over her plump lips. “Good. Now, kiss me again, Callahan Hastings. You said you were hungry, after all.”

I smile as my heart leaps in my chest. I’ve been so focused on my career throughout my adulthood that I never gave myself time to develop feelings for anyone. I was married to my job, and I liked it that way. I even thought it could never happen to me, that I would never be able to feel anything for anyone. But then came Lucy Owens, proving to me that it isn’t impossible, that the right person just hadn’t come along. I have no idea what any of this means or what will happen, but I know that I’ll savor every moment I have with her. I won’t take for granted the moments I get to have her just like this.

I lean in, capturing her lips with mine. I’ve never been happier to oblige her request. I want to kiss her all night and make up for the lost time between Saturday and today.

“I promise I was just going to teach you to cook tonight,” Lucy tells me, pulling away just enough to get the words out. She’s breathless from the kiss, the skin around her lips red from where my facial hair has rubbed against it. “I don’t want you to think I had any ulterior motives…other than using you to be able to record myself teaching a recipe, of course.”

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