Page 144 of Bitten By Desire
Callum had waited ten years for me. I’d had a handful of boyfriends that didn’t compare and a few awful dates. I hadn’t waited for him. But I wish I had. I could tell him this one thing though… “We didn’t have sex. It was just second and third base stuff. And just twice.” I pressed my lips together as I thought about it. “And it was always him doing it. Not me.” Wow, had I really never reciprocated it?
His eyes fell to my lips. “Hm.”
I couldn’t tell what he was thinking. “I’m sorry, Callum. I really am. But you were pretending to be someone else and…” I stopped talking as he slowly trailed his thumb along my lower lip.
“Remember when we first met?” he asked.
“Every second of it.” My heart started racing faster.
“I remember how greedy your mouth was. Desperate for my cock.”
I could never forget. He’d put his thumb against my lips and I sucked it. I looked down at his thumb right now. My tongue darted out and licked it.
He groaned. “I think it’s time you finally had a taste. Don’t you?”
I went to get on my knees, but he caught my wrist. “After I erase him from your memory.” He stepped forward, making me fall back against his mattress. He leaned forward and placed a kiss on my stomach.
Before I got a chance to tangle my fingers in his hair, he got down on his knees instead. I pushed myself up so I could look down at him. He placed another kiss on my stomach as he pulled me to the end of the mattress.
And it was somehow more intimate than anything else we’d done. Just one gentle kiss on my exposed skin and I was melting.
He sat back and unzipped one of my boots. He slowly pulled it off. And then my sock.
The simplest thing, and I was already soaked. But it felt like he was taking care of me. And I’d never felt that way around a guy before.
He lifted my bare foot and placed a gentle kiss along my instep. His eyes grew darker again. And I held my breath as he kissed the inside of my ankle.
“Did he kiss you here?” he asked, his voice low.
“No.”
“Here?” He left a trail of kisses up my shin and inside my knee.
I swallowed hard. “No.”
He kissed my inner thigh and I moaned.
“Here?” It was barely a whisper.
“No.”
He had almost reached where I was desperate for him when he sat back on his heels again.
What the hell?
He grabbed my other foot and kissed the instep, repeating what he’d just done on the other side.
“Callum,” I moaned.
He kissed the inside of my knee. “We already talked about the first time he touched you. On the Ferris wheel. When you came with your eyes locked on mine.”
I definitely hadn’t forgotten about that.
“I already fingered you on my desk to wipe that memory away. Don’t you remember spreading your legs for me during your interview?” He kissed right above my knee as his eyes met mine.
“Yes.”
“Tell me about the second time.”
