Page 54 of Tender Heart
“C-Cal . . .”
My body trembles almost violently. I could come from just his mouth on my breasts.
His hand travels over my belly and he cups my pussy. I whimper.
“Fuck, Evie. You’re fucking soaked, baby girl.” The heel of his palm rubs my clit. “All this for me?”
Wetness floods my center. Like it wasn’t already drenched.
“You have no idea.”
“Hands or mouth, Evie?”
My breath hitches as I find his blue eyes. I open my mouth to respond, but nothing comes out.
“Use your words. Or I decide which one you get.”
“H-hand is fine.”
He raises an eyebrow. “Fine?”
I can only nod.
“We can do better than fine, mo nighean.”
I don’t know what the phrase means. “What does that mean? I tried to google it, but...”
He chuckles but doesn’t answer as he shuffles backward. Rough hands part my thighs as he lowers. He’s not going to?—
His tongue sweeps through my center.
Oh god.
I sink my fingers into his hair. “Hands,” I choke out.
“Too bad. You got mouth,” he growls.
His tongue swirls around my clit, and I all but buck off the bed. Large, warm palms press my hips to the bed. He suckles my clit, and my insides literally turn to molten lava.
“Callum,” I rasp.
“Yeah?”
“Please, I?—”
Two fingers slide inside me, and I moan. My fingers, woven into his messy hair, turn to fists. A rough chuckle vibrates over my clit.
The air in my lungs stalls.
He curls his fingers, sliding them in and out in time to his choppy breaths. The heat in his eyes holds me where I am as he watches me fall apart. The most beautiful release unfurls, spiraling outward as it lights up my body from inside out. I curl up off the bed as his lips close around my nipple.
He bites down, and the orgasm explodes like it hasn’t already given me the world.
I can’t help the cry slipping past my lips. I imagine Iris on the other side of the building. I don’t care right now, despite the heat filling my cheeks.
“That’s it, baby girl. Milk my fucking fingers. So fucking perfect.”
Cal’s expression turns painful, as if he’s coming undone at the same time as me.
