Page 77 of Love on the Rocks
She was silent for a bit then admitted, “It’s funny, when I learned to cook as a kid, I always imagined I was a powerful sorceress, harnessing the elements in my cauldron. Since coming here, I’ve never felt closer to the elements. In my cooking too, I feel like there’s magic in it.”
“A sorceress, huh? Well, that confirms it.” I laced my fingers through hers.
“What?” she asked, for once not pulling away.
“You’ve put a spell on me.”
She turned to face me. “I don’t know what to think when you say things like that.”
I shrugged. “It’s the truth. Since you came to the island, I haven’t been able to think of anything else.”
Only the sound of the gentle waves lapping at the edge of the boat disturbed the silence that followed this confession. Then Callie placed her hand lightly on my chest, her fingers stroking over the small tattoo above my heart. “What does this mean?”
“Pax. My dog. It was the first tattoo I got. He died when I was eighteen.”
Her fingers traced lightly over my arm, stopping at the inside of my forearm. “And this?”
“The coordinates of Lyra.” She traced down the veiny interior of my arm, fingers skimming over me. I closed my eyes, letting the sensation run through me.
“This is a phoenix.” She traced over the lines of the fiery bird on my side. Then finally she took my hand in hers and studied the small symbols on my fingers. “More constellations?”
As she moved over every inch of my skin, I could feel my body responding. I put my hand over hers. “If you keep doing that, I’m not going to be able to control myself.”
She smiled wickedly. “Maybe that’s my plan.”
Then she lowered her lips to the scar on my hip, a diving accident when I was a kid. I hissed and tensed at the contact, weaving my fingers through her golden hair as she continued to kiss her way up my abdomen, branding me with the heat of her mouth.
Her fingers followed her mouth, trailing over my already sensitized flesh. “Mmm, salty like the sea,” she murmured. The velvet tip of her tongue touched my nipple and I moaned deeply.
“What are you doing?” I finally managed to say as she raised her head and continued drawing lines and circling contours over my skin.
“Mapping your body. It’s fascinating.” She hovered over me. “So beautiful it should be illegal. It’s just not fair.”
“I could say the same thing about you.” I cupped her face in my hand, stroking over her jawline, my thumb brushing over her plush mouth.
“Please . . .” She rolled her eyes.
“What? It’s true. I can’t sleep at night for thinking about it.” She stared at me unbelieving, and I wanted to beat any guy who’d had made her feel like anything less than the goddess she was.
“You’re talking too much.” She pressed a finger to my mouth. “I’m trying to bewitch you.”
“I told you,asteri mou, you already have.” Her lips brushed over mine, as gentle as the night breeze. I let her take the lead. Our other moments together had been frantic with need and frustration. This time felt different, like we wanted to savor each other. It was another kind of communion.
As the kiss deepened, I slid my hands over her waist, caressing the small of her back, guiding her hips flush with mine. I pressed into her, and even though she glided her leg over mine, opening herself to me, she whispered, “I’m not finished exploring you.”
She kissed her way back down my stomach, her fingers sliding under the waistband of my briefs. She took me in her firm grip, rubbing up and down my length until I thought I would burst. I held my breath as she hovered over the head ofmy cock. She held my eyes as she slowly lowered her mouth to me, her perfect lips closing over the head of my shaft.
“Fuck,” I breathed as her tongue played over me while her hands cupped my balls. I tangled my fingers through her hair as she pumped her mouth and her hand over me. It was exquisite torture. My head fell back and I swear the stars throbbed in the sky.
“Wait,” I managed to say. “I want to finish inside you.” I needed to feel her around me, to know that she was taking her pleasure at the same time as I was.
She paused, her eyes glassy, and her hand still gripped firmly around me, my cock glistening from her mouth. “Are you sure?”
“Yeah. There’s a condom in my back pocket.” She smirked at me and fished it out. “See what you’ve done to me? Now I’m the guy who walks around with a condom in his pants just in case.”
“In case you run into me and I agree to fuck you?” She laughed as she unwrapped it and rolled it onto me. She straddled me and I held her hips. “I guess today’s your lucky day.”
I slid my hand under her dress, surprised to find she wasn’t wearing any panties. “And now you see what you’ve done to me. I’m the girl who goes around with no panties in case I run into the guy with the condom in his back pocket.”
