Page 49 of Altius
“Mm.” Trailing a hand down his chest, I got distracted by his dense pecs, searching for a nipple to toy with. “I want to go to your favorite restaurant for our first date. A real date.”
“Ugh, you’re perfect.” Cal slipped off my glasses, leaving enthusiastic pecks across my cheeks and eyelids. “It’s a crab shack on the boardwalk run by an ancient pair of beta brothers. Their fried scallops are manna from heaven.”
Eager fingers pulled up my shirt, gaze growing heated as he bared my stomach and breasts to the soft flickers of firelight.
“But you have to wear the blue varsity sweater when we go. I had this vision of you when I was shopping, where you’re sitting at a picnic table at sunset, wearing that sweater and eating their spicy Cajun stew—”
His breath hitched as I stroked his nipple to hardness through his sweater.
“It’s got like seven different types of seafood in it. You’ll love it. And I’m going to take advantage of the all-you-can-eat snow crab Friday special.”
Swiping my thumb across his other nipple, I paused, offering a bemused blink. “Well, that’s specific.”
“Want to know what I was thinking when I picked out the narwhal onesie?” Cal asked with a salacious grin as he traced the waistband of my pants.
I lightly pinched both of his nipples. The hard nubs added delicious contrast to the decadent Merino wool covering his torso.“Not under penalty of death.”
“Spoilsport.” Cal rubbed his crooked nose against mine, then sank back against the pillows, giving my facial features a thorough perusal.
“What?” I asked uncertainly, resisting the urge to wipe my cheeks.
“This,” he said, slowly running a finger along my nose bridge, “is what did me in.”
“My—my nose?”
“Mhm. You were supposed to be off-limits. And being the honorable sort, I tried, I really did, not to notice you. But when your nose looks like a work of art—”
“Cal.”
While I loved that my nose was almost a carbon copy of Piper’s and our Nonna’s, it was a prominent feature: high, arched, and a little long. Nothing like Kelsey’s button nose. Piper had hated hers for years growing up.
“I’m serious,” he said. “The elegant lines, the gentle slope… It’s a masterpiece.”
I tried to silence him with a kiss, but Cal’s litany of compliments would not be deterred, his hand diving inside the cup of my bra to caress my breast.
“You’re especially attractive when you challenge me.”
Not willing to surrender control of the conversation, I changed tactics, cupping the heft of his pecs through his sweater, squeezing and kneading in time with his ministrations.
It backfired, prompting Cal to make quick work of my bra.
“Do you know how hard it is to make you laugh?” he murmured, sweeping his tongue around my left nipple, leaving pleasurable tingles in his wake. “Or how good it feels every time I do?”
His teeth raked across my sensitive flesh, prompting me to inhale sharply, fingers mangling the luxurious fibers of his sweater.
The fiery heat of his cock pulsed against my inner thigh.
“You’re gorgeous when you laugh. Did you know that?”
Cupping his cheek, I angled Cal’s lips to meet my own.
What began with the intention of making him stop talking nonsense soon spiraled into an all-consuming need, losing our underwear and pants in the process.
“Nuh-uh,” I said with a wicked grin when he reached for the hem of his sweater. “Leave it.”
He opened his mouth to protest, but when I placed my hand against his sternum, pushing him back down into the pillows, something shifted. Cal watched me with unprecedented intensity, tongue running along his bottom lip, as I straddled him once more.
It wasn’t exactly a surrender, because my boyfriend could never keep his hands to himself, and he wasted no time in slipping his thick fingers between my legs.
