Page 52 of Stella
I shake my head. “N-no, that isn’t what I want.”
He leans behind me, then brings his thumb back to my lips, it’s covered with the chocolate brownie sauce. I part my lips, my heart beating so fast I’m sure he can hear it, and he slowly moves his thumb into my mouth. It’s erotic as hell as we stare at each other, then I close my lips around his thumb and, using a little teeth, I scrape the chocolate off.
His lips also part, his eyes hooded as I take my fill, making sure I use my tongue on the pad of his thumb as I groan.
“Stella,” he whispers, pulling me farther into him so our foreheads are touching.
His lips are right there, right fucking there! But I’m old-fashioned, and I want him to make the first move. I’ve been laying enough breadcrumbs for him to follow. How much does a girl have to fucking do to get his attention? But now I have it, it’s intense, intoxicating and my clit throbs because I want him to touch me.
He shifts and presses a kiss to my forehead. “What do you want?”
“You,” I whisper. “Just you.”
“Stella—”
“Just one kiss,” I beg. “You can’t put your hands on me, let me suck chocolate off your thumb, and then just go all ‘we can’t do this’ shit?—”
His lips meet mine before I know what’s happening, and it’s electric. I’m not exactly a shy girl, but Cale makes me feel like I’m under his spell. Like my body is his to do whatever he wants with, and I’ve never given a man my body. I’ve never wanted a man to touch me like I do him. It’s exhilarating and frightening at the same time.
He’s gentle at first, but as his other hand cups the other side of my face, we get into a rhythm and then I’m gripping his biceps, and making noises that no man has brought out of me before.
All of a sudden, he’s walking me backward until my ass hits the oven door and his tongue sweeps into my mouth. My nipples pebble and I feel him everywhere, even though his hands haven’t moved from my face. I’ve had lots of kisses, but never have I ever had a kiss like this one. I never want it to end. This feeling… the intensity, I want it to last forever, but Cale breaks away suddenly and I hold onto him so I don’t fall over. My knees feel weak, but he doesn’t give me one second to compose myself.
He lifts me and sets me down on the counter, moving between my legs. “Tell me to stop.”
“No.”
He moves back in, nipping my bottom lip as I pull him toward me, my hands moving over his shoulders, feeling his muscles, as our kissing intensifies. When I hear the low groan leave his throat, I know I’m doing something right. And when he pushes against me, I feel his dick and I want him right here, just like this.
“Oh god, Cale,” I whisper as his lips leave mine and travel to my throat. I want him to go lower. I want him to put his mouth on my breasts, and I want to watch him do it.
“Fuck you taste so sweet.”
We’re a mess of kisses, hot caresses and the feel of his heart racing under my palms as I press against his chest is like nothing else. “Your cock is so hard,” I whisper. “I feel it.”
“That’s what you do to me. Every time I try to forget about you, I can’t.”
“What do you do about it?”
He presses kisses against my jaw as I cling to him. “I touch myself.”
Oh. My. God.
Cale Callaghan touches himself thinking of me. What in the actual fuck?
“Okay,” I gulp. “I was not expecting you to say that.”
“Like you don’t know you’re the most incredibly beautiful woman who I can’t get out of my head?”
I shake my head. “I swear, I did not know that.”
“Well, now you know.” He lets go of me, then braces his hands on the counter beside me. “And that’s why we have to stop.”
I stare at him, my chest heaving. “I don’t want you to stop.”
“You’re too young for me.”
“Stop saying that.” I grab one of his hands and place it over my heart, granted he can feel my breast, too, but that is kinda the point. “Feel this? The way my heart drums so deep in my chest it feels like it’s going to explode whenever I’m around you.”
