Page 106 of Tender Heart
He looks like he needs someone to throw him a life preserver. So, to save him, I whisper, “Not sweet, remember.”
The look of shock fades a little and his eyes clear before they darken. With a single sweep of his fingers, he reclaims control. I tremble, desperate for his touch. His fingers. His mouth. Lips. Teeth.
All of him.
In a swift movement, he hauls my hips up to his waist. I slip off the pillow, hair dragging behind me. My breasts bounce, sending his gaze feral. He rocks back on his heels, his hands sliding under my ass. My eyes flutter shut the second his warm mouth finds my clit.
If this is his not sweet, I’ll take his sour any day.
Maybe even the bitter parts.
His tongue works over my apex. Every strong, purposeful stroke has me climbing higher and higher. My head tilts back, lips parted. I arch from the bed, lost in this ecstasy he brings me.
And this man thinks he’s not sweet . . .
He’s fire.
He’s a force of nature.
He’severything.
My legs tremble uncontrollably, and I try and fail to tighten them around his waist. His tongue runs through my wet center. I whimper, so close to falling apart.
The contact breaks.
The hell?
I snap my eyes open, pinning them on his with a burning gaze topped with a confused frown.
“Still think I’m sweet, baby girl?”
“Please . . . don’t stop.”
His face scrunches with something I can’t place. “You want more. I want to take itall.”
I know he’s not talking about this. Just him and me on this bed. For a fleeting moment, I can envision a life here. Days spent in the sun. Tangled in these sheets. Wrapped, safe and warm, in the arms that have held me for months, knowing all too well their hold was temporary.
“We can’t. I promised . . .” The words fade.
He tenses.
“Good.”
Good?How is letting this fade out of existence good?
His teeth find my clit. I jolt at the sudden contact, struggling between my never-ending need for him and the back-and-forth of our conversation. The promise I made conflicts with the position I’ve put my own damn heart in.
Ours in.
Could I be happy here for the long haul?
Without my family. Without Allie. The life I’ve built in the city...
Warmth tugs on my aching center, and I arch from the bed. Sweat trickles between my breasts, my shoulders digging into the mattress.
I’m burning up. Under the touch of Callum, under the heaviness of my impending departure.
I’m leaving.
