Page 107 of Tender Heart
He will stay here. Alone.
My chest caves in on itself.
A hand lands on my elevated ass. The sting burns. I stifle a whimper, moving my gaze to meet blue eyes.
Those darkened blues have me wriggling under their scrutiny.
“Back here,” Cal growls.
I must have checked out, lost in my thoughts.
“Do that again, baby girl, and I’ll force your attention to where I want it.”
I swallow, whispering, “Okay.”
He raises an eyebrow before diving back down. His tongue plunges inside me, hands spreading me so wide, the pounding ache in my clit ratchets to insanity. Driving me senseless.
“Oh god, please. Cal . . .”
He runs his tongue through my center before suckling, licking, and tugging at my throbbing center with his teeth.
Fire spirals low in my belly. The telltale feeling of splintering light ascending into my soul starts. I roll my hips, wanting him closer.
Two fingers slide into me.
I can’t breathe.
Bucking against him as he licks, sucks, and pumps into me, edging me closer and closer to oblivion.
“Cal,” I pant. “Don’t stop.”
The tight grip on my hip fades, and with one long, slow suck on my clit he does exactly that.
He stops.
“No... please.” The begging falls out of me so easily. “Cal, please.”
My need glistens on his face. His beard is painted with it. On all fours, he crawls over me. As his gaze levels me, his mouth claims me.
I taste my need for him. It’s almost torture, driving me past my breaking point. I break the kiss and bite down on his lip. Hard.
Copper slides over my tongue.
“Fuck,” he rasps. He swipes at his mouth, and a crimson streak covers the back of his hand. “Vicious little thing. Not getting what you want does this to you?”
“Only with you.”
A low grunt slips through a smirk as he brushes his knuckles over my cheek and across my jaw. “Mine, remember?”
A rough hand closes over my throat. The heartbeat in my clit blooms back to life. I buck on the bed, my need like gasoline tossed onto a fire. I grapple for purchase on his face. Before I can get a hold, he flips me over, pushing my shoulders into the bed. One hand tugs my ass toward him as he fists my hair with the other.
Warm breath tickles my ear. “There is nothing sweet about me when it comes to you. I would tear the fucking world apart for you, Evie.”
His legs nudge my thighs wide.
I swallow around the emotion that’s claimed my airway. His tip grazes my entrance. I cant my hips upward. So needy. So desperate for us to be one. For his body to claim mine. Taking what he wants, giving what I need.
A hand slides over my ribs, a thumb caressing the underside of my breast. My head is tugged back when that hand makes its way up to my cheek and his thumb snags on the side of my mouth. I turn my head, sucking it.
