Page 245 of Lady for Embers

He silenced her with his lips. The woman only rambled when she was anxious. Normally he would listen to her and talk it through with her, but there was only one way he was going to calm this anxiousness.

She froze beneath him as he started kissing his way back down her chest, pausing at her breasts again before continuing down her torso. When she realized what he was doing, her entire body went taut.

“Callan, no. I— This is not—”

He lifted his mouth from her skin, looking up at her with a soft smirk. “You may not be able to do this wrong, but I certainly can.” A small crease formed between her brows. “Trust me, Little Fox,” he murmured, brushing a kiss near her navel. “If I do anything you do not like, I will stop. Or...” He paused, pressing another kiss to her soft skin a little lower. “In the alternative, you can tell me when I do something you like, and I will keep doing it.”

Her hands ?ew to her face, and he bit down on another roguish grin at the embarrassed noise she made. He knew her cheeks were bright red beneath those hands. It likely made him somewhat of a prick, but he enjoyed teasing her like this. Getting her a little ?ustered.

Helping her learn what she likes.

He sat up, running his palms along her thighs, her muscles tense beneath his hands. “Take a deep breath, Tava,” he coaxed. “Relax. This is just feeling.Feel, Tava.” She nodded, her hands still on her face, and he huffed another laugh before leaning down and pressing a kiss to her center. Her hips jolted, and he splayed a hand across her stomach to keep her still.

When he kissed her again, he heard her suck in a sharp breath. And when he slid his tongue over that bundle of nerves before sucking gently, he heard the soft “oh” that came from her too as her hands slowly started sliding from her face.

He kissed and teased and explored, his other hand softly stroking her thigh, feeling her relax more and more with every passing glide of his tongue. He took his time, learning what she liked. How she squirmed away when he would up the pace. How these little gasps would come from her when he would tease her, alternating between long, languid licks and hot, open-mouthed kisses. How she would rock against him when he would suck lightly on her center.

Slow and steady. It didn’t surprise him that this is what it took to get her to the brink of pleasure. It was how she did everything in life, and he certainly would not complain. He’d spend all the time she needed between her legs, tasting her, devouring her.

A soft, keening whimper came from her when his lips closed around her sensitive center again, and when she ground against his mouth in sheer desperation, he groaned hungrily. She was getting closer. Her breaths were becoming more erratic, these small staccato gasps. Her hands were ?sting in the sheets, and he idly wondered when she’d get the nerve to slip them into his hair while he gave her whatever she needed and more.

He slid his hand down her inner thigh again, but this time when he reached the apex of her thighs, he slipped his ?nger into her and groaned again when she instantly clamped around it.

“Oh my gods,” she gasped. “That. I like that.”

He huffed a laugh, lazily thrusting his ?nger in and out, going deeper and deeper while his tongue continued its ministrations. Yeah, he could de?nitely do this all night and be just ?ne.

“Callan,” she said hoarsely, his name more a garbled sound than the actual word. It was desperate and unsure and wanting.

“I know, Tava,” he replied, his own voice husky. “Just feel, Little Fox.” This time when he sank his ?nger back into her, he curled it just right and felt her come apart. Her entire body shook as she clenched around his ?nger, a muf?ed cry ?lling the room.

When she had gone still, her breathing still somewhat erratic, he dropped soft kisses to her inner thighs as he sat up. Heavy-lidded turquoise eyes met his, and he brushed his ?ngers along her legs, over her hips. He couldn’t stop touching her.

She lightly cleared her throat. “I do not know what the appropriate thing is to say after... that.”

“Nothing, Tava,” he answered, ?ngers skating higher. “The look on your face is more than enough.”

“Oh,” she whispered, eyes darting to the side. She was still ?ushed from what he’d done to her, and he licked his lips, tasting her again.

“Tava?”

“What?” she breathed.

His hand was at her breast now, ?ngertip circling her nipple. “You taste delectable.”

“Oh my gods, Callan!” she gasped, hands ?ying back to her face as her ?ush deepened for a different reason.

Callan laughed, leaning his weight on one elbow as he settled over her.

He gently tugged on a hand, pulling it from her face. “I cannot believe you said that,” she murmured.

“I was just speaking truth,” he replied, tracing along her hairline.

“It was very... crass.”

“It was,” he agreed, running the tip of his nose along her temple, breathing her in.

“I think I liked it.”

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