Page 66 of In Good Company

He smiles and takes a step back, his eyes appreciatively roaming my body. “Clothes off, Lucy baby.Now.”

THIRTY-SIX

CAL

My fingers quickly work at undoing the buttons of my shirt as my eyes stay pinned on Lucy.

There’s no way I’ll ever forget this moment. Her lying on my bed, her fingers wrapping around the hemline of her dress as she lifts it up her body and tosses it to the side.

She slides her feet out of her sandals and lets them fall to the floor.

I suck in a breath, my fingers pausing what they’re doing at the sight of her. She lies on the linen comforter in nothing but a bra that matches the panties I’ve already stripped her of.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I declare, my eyes drinking in every perfect inch of her. I’ve wanted to see her like this for so long; I want to make sure I savor it.

Even Lucy’s chest turns pink at my words. It matches the same color as her cheeks as she reaches behind her and unfastens her bra. The straps fall loosely down her arms, and I’m seconds away from finally seeing every inch of her.

She bites her bottom lip as her eyes rake down my body. Her hands hold the cups of her bra to her chest, taunting me.

“You can’t see all of me until I can see all of you, Callahan.”

I groan at the way she says my full name. It’s sexy as hell,said slowly and sultrily. In a way that I’m going to think about when I’m alone, repeating it over and over in my head.

“It’s hard to do anything but focus on how perfect you are,” I rasp, moving to remove my clothes. “I’ve been dreaming of having you like this for over a month now.”

Growing frustrated with the buttons of my shirt, I just yank it open, sending buttons flying. I shrug my arms out of the fabric and let it fall to my feet.

Lucy hungrily watches me take off my shoes and set them to the side. I’m quick at undoing my pants and stepping out of them. I pause for just a moment in nothing but my boxer briefs.

My palm runs along my cock to give myself some relief. I push the fabric of my briefs down my thighs and bare myself to her. I tug once along my cock, drinking in the sight of her while I do it.

“Your turn,” I say to Lucy, reveling in the way she stares at me. She hasn’t moved the entire time I’ve stripped off my clothing. All she’s done is closely watch my every move. Desire for her courses through my veins at how obvious it is that she wants this just as bad as I do.

Her smile is timid and beautiful as she glances down to where her hands hold the bra to her body. She moves then, grabbing onto one of the straps and using it to slide it off and toss it to the side.

It’s silent in my room as we both hungrily take in the other’s body.

I’ve never been patient. I would’ve expected to already be inside her by now after wanting her so badly for so long, but I want to cherish every second of this moment.

“Are you going to come closer?” Lucy questions, her voice barely above a whisper.

I laugh, the sound filling the silence of the room. “What if I want to appreciate the view a little longer?” I’ve never had awoman in my own bed. I never wanted to. I’ve always gone to their house so I can leave whenever I want and not have someone in my personal space. Now, as I take in Lucy lying naked in my bed, her body flushed with desire, I realize I can’t imagine evernothaving her in my bed.

Lucy props herself on her elbows, her eyes focusing on my straining cock. I’d been so focused on memorizing every inch of her that I hadn’t paid attention to it. With her eyes pinned on it and her lips parted, I can’t ignore the ache for another second. My fingers wrap around my length, and I begin to stroke up and down.

“I want to touch you,” Lucy breathes, her eyes wide as she hungrily watches my every move.

She rubs her thighs together before her fingertips dance along her skin, traveling to the apex of her thighs.

“You can touch yourself,” I tell her, loving how the afternoon light shining through the bedroom window illuminates her perfect body.

“I’m waiting for you to touch me,” she counters. She bites back a smile as she nods her head to where I continue to stroke myself. “Actually, I’m waiting to touchyou.”

A growl of approval comes from my chest. I love that she’s telling me exactly what she wants.

“Before today, did you touch yourself while thinking about me since the last time I touched you?”

“Yes,” she says on an exhale, her eyelashes fanning against her cheeks as her eyes close in pleasure for a moment.

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