Page 29 of Pinky Promises

By the time he reaches the sensitive spot just under my ear, I am panting, ready to melt into a puddle of mush. “Just give me tonight.” His lips on my body make it hard to focus. He pulls the bottom of my earlobe between his teeth, and I let out a whimper. “Tomorrow, we can blame it on the wedding and romance in the air, blame it on the alcohol, or blame it on years of pent-up hormones. Just tell me yes. Just—”

“Just shut up and kiss me.” Consequences be damned. He has me ready to explode with need; that temptation wins. Each kiss against my skin is like a sledgehammer to the brick walls I’ve barricaded between us. Each reason of why is now replaced with two words—why not?

He slams his mouth to mine but then grips my shoulders and pulls back. “Just to clarify, you’re saying yes, right?” I giggle for a second at his question before his hands begin to roam my body, and I suppress a moan. The way his hands caress me, it’s like he has to touch me to believe that this moment is real.

We lock eyes. “Yes,” I breathe.

“God, I love that word on your lips. I hope you enjoy saying it because you’re going to be saying it all night long.” He punctuates the last three words, and my insides clench at the thought.

I place my palms on his chest. “Just tonight, and it’s just sex. As you said, we’re just being swept up in everything.”Lie.

His lips are back on mine in an instant, stopping me from talking any further. In between kisses, I fumble to undo the buttons on his dress shirt but somehow manage to get them all before sliding it off his shoulders.

“If I only have this one night to do this, I am going to worship every fucking inch of you. First things first, I need to get you out of this dress. I’ve imagined what’s underneath it all night.”

He spins me around, bringing my back to his front, and his hands wander until he finds the zipper on my back. Cal painfully slow unzips my dress, teasing me as his breath fans along the column of my neck. His tongue darts out along my pulse point every so often, and I squirm in his hold, pushing my ass into his groin.

“We can totally have sex and it not change anything. We already share a bed. Hell, I’ve felt your dick pressed up against my most intimate parts, so what’s the difference in now not having that barrier of clothing between us?”Why am I blabbering right now like an idiot?Oh fuck, that feels good. My eyes roll in the back of my head.

“B, I’m not sure I can call those booty shorts you sleep in ‘material.’” He chuckles against my skin.

We’re really going to do this. I lean back into Callum’s touch, the evidence of his arousal standing at attention, poking me in the back.

“Promise me this won’t change anything,” I pant as he pulls my earlobe between his teeth. I squirm in his hold, the dusting of facial hair tickling my skin. When he doesn’t answer, I turn in his arms, the silk material of my dress swishing as I spin. I look up into his blue eyes, and my breath stops. The usual light blue in his eyes is now a darker hue, filled with mischief and desire. My breath rips from my body. I’ve known Callum Murphy my entire life, but I’m seeing him in a different light this time.

I place my palms on his bare chest. “Promise me, Callum. This won’t change us.”

If he says it will, could I even walk away from this?

He places his hands on my hips, pulling me flush against his skin. He leans down, closing the distance between us. His minty breath is so close that it breathes life into me. “This won’t change anything between us, Brynn.” The tone of his voice is different, firm, and it sends tingles up my spine.

Is this how he talks in bed?

I look up at him through my lashes and swallow thickly. “Pinky promise?”

“Pinky promise,” he responds before claiming my lips with his own. I have no control over the moan that slips as his tongue invades my mouth.

He pushes the dress off my hips, and I step out of it. Without breaking contact, he walks me backward until the back of my legs hit the bed. Somewhere along the way, Cal unhooked my bra and tossed it aside, leaving me in only my lace panties. Our clothes leave a trail of bread crumbs we can use to come back to reality tomorrow.

I run my fingers over his abs, and the muscles flutter under my touch. His body is a goddamn work of art, sculpted to perfection. When I reach the top of his pants, I hesitate for only a moment before I let my hormones shut my brain down.

Callum groans into my mouth when I squeeze his erection through the material of his pants. That groan is one of the sexiest sounds I’ve ever heard. It’s not a painful one, but more of afuck, you’re killing me.

Don’t worry, Cal, you’re killing me too.

I fumble to undo his belt without looking at it, so I reluctantly break the kiss. I finally manage it and unclasp the button of his pants. Our kisses resume in a heated frenzy. I want to make him groan like that again, so I spin us around and push down on his shoulders so he sits on the edge of the bed. Cal is panting, and desire floods his eyes as it flows through my veins. I step forward into the space between his spread legs. He reaches forward, placing his hands on the skin peeking out of the back of my cheeky panties, and kneads the skin.

I throw my head back in pleasure. I want his hands all over me and never to stop touching me.

I look down at where Cal’s dress pants are open, and the tip of his cock peeks out of the top of his boxers. His gaze follows mine, and he runs his hand over his erection, stroking himself over the material, his cock begging to be set free.

“You want this, baby?”

I nod. “Can I?” It’s not that I minded giving blow jobs in the past; I enjoy bringing pleasure to my partner, but at this moment, I’ve never wanted to put something in my mouth so bad.

“You can do whatever you want.” It’s all the permission I need to drop to my knees in front of him. Cal leans back and lifts his hips to assist me in pulling down his dress pants and boxers in tandem.

There is a difference between feeling his giant erection against me and seeing it naked and glistening with precum in front of me.Holy fuck!I wrap my hand around the base, and Cal hisses. I lower my mouth to the tip and drag my tongue over the salty liquid, my gaze locked on Cal.

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