Page 49 of Paging Dr. Breakup
“Calvin. I… agree.” She shifted and sat up on her knees.
He leaned forward, their lips crashing together. A zing of electricity shot through him right down to his guilt complex. Her taste and the warmth of her body overrode any doubt or rational thought. Every nip of her mouth made him want more. Each breathy sigh added more tinder to the pile. An ember sparked in his belly and ignited a bonfire of desire. He cupped the back of her head, holding her steady so he could deepen the kiss. Her quickening breaths only served to fan the flames into an inferno roaring in his head.
He ran a finger under the neckline of her sweater, the softness of her skin tempting him to explore more. A niggling doubt, in the back of his mind said that he might not be here forever. He had other plans.
Reminded him that he was still second best.
He wanted Deirdre. He had always wanted Deirdre.
Time and distance and denial hadn’t eased his desire. Not one bit.
If anything, it had amplified his needs.
Deirdre. He needed the strong, smart woman sitting in front of him with a flush painting her cheeks and her lips temptingly parted. He wanted to hear more of those moans. He wanted the chance to have her as a coconspirator in the future.
How much future, he wasn’t prepared to assess.
He leaned in to meet her in another breath-stealing kiss that gave him vertigo. He was acting like a randy twenty-something instead of a fully formed and functional adult.
Pulling back for a second, he murmured, “This feels amazing. Are you okay?” He wasn’t asking only about the physical but the emotional as well.
Taking a shaky breath, she smoothed his shirt fabric that had crinkled under her fisted grasp. Her tongue darted to lick her lower lip, that small move sending shock waves of need to his groin.
“Very okay.” She moved forward, and he eased himself back on the couch, drawing her down with him.
Her face, her scent, her softness filled his senses. If Deirdre was a drug, he was hooked.
Skimming his hands under the sweater, he stroked over her back and down her sides. Gone was the high school girl he had fallen for. In her place was a woman with curves that tempted him to touch more. Time had changed her, inside and out. Time had changed Cal, too. He rested his hands at her waist, shaking with the craving to grip her soft skin. To rip off the clothes between them.
After all of these years, had they missed their opportunity for time together? It wasn’t too late. He refused to think of anything involving the logistics of a future. He shifted his hips to relieve the pressure from his rising erection.
He wanted more than a fling. God, he wanted Deirdre.
He lifted the bottom of the sweater, exposing even more skin and making his mouth water in anticipation of tasting. “Are we still good?” His voice sounded like gravel.
A smile crossed her face like the first sunrise after a long winter. She maintained eye contact with him right up until the point when she flipped the sweater off and tossed it on the floor. “Very good.” She pressed her palms to his chest and leaned forward, brushing her bra covered breasts against him.
He loved the connection, but by God, they both had way too many clothes on. She undid the first two buttons of his shirt, her warm fingers sending more sensual electricity through him with the quick, light movements that scrambled his brain.
Through the entirety of his life, he had never met a woman like Deirdre and never would again. Tonight was because he and Deirdre had chosen each other.
He palmed her breast through the bra, his desire spiking another ten notches. He drifted his thumbs over her nipples, appreciating the hard peaks that rose after only a few strokes. He rolled his lips inward, wanting to taste and tease her breasts.
“Calvin.” She lay down on him for another scorching kiss.
Minutes later, they pulled away, panting.
Second best felt like first place right about now.
“Not here.” He sat up, holding Deirdre by her hips.
“What?” Her confident gaze wavered.
“I want this to be perfect. We are not making out on the couch like a couple of high school students.”
“It seems like that’s exactly what we were doing.” Her grin lit up her face and made her glow.
“We need to move to a location where I can touch every inch of you, and we don’t risk throwing out our necks or backs. The bed?”
