Page 8 of Bitten By Desire
I reached up and grabbed the camera from him. I wanted to capture this moment too. I wanted to capture him. I turned the camera around and snapped a photo of him.
He was off the couch so fast. I felt empty without him inside of me. I looked down at the cum leaking down my thigh. Shit, he hadn’t used a condom? I looked up at him
His scowl was even deeper now. His eyes locked on the cum on my thigh.
What had I just done? I barely even knew him. We hadn’t even freaking kissed. I pulled my dress back in place. I needed to get out of here. I stood up, but he grabbed my wrist before I could storm past him.
His cold touch made me feel frozen.
He reached up and touched the side of my neck where there was surely a bruise forming. “I lostcontrol.” His fingers trailed down the side of my neck. “I didn’t expect you to like it that much.”
Like what? His dirty mouth? His intoxicating touch? Didn’t he want me to like it? Was it wrong that I had?
“I expected you to scream.” He drew a fraction of an inch closer. “Not moan my name.”
I didn’t understand what he was saying. But his mouth was leaning down toward mine.
And I wanted to taste his sinful lips. Zoey was right. Sex with a soccer player was definitely helping my heart feel better.
“There you are!” Zoey said. “I’ve been looking all over for you. I found your striker…” her voice trailed off.
Callum stepped away from me.
“Hey, Coach Walsh,” the guy with Zoey said.
Callum cleared his throat.
Wait.CoachWalsh? He wasn’t a player? I looked over at him. And this time I saw the laugh lines around his eyes. I wasn’t sure how old he was, but he definitely wasn’t in his twenties like I originally assumed. Well, that explained why he knew exactly how to seduce me. He’d had years more practice than the boys at my school.
“Your friend got lost,” Callum said to Zoey. “I was just showing her the way back.”
Showing me the way back to what? Screwing assholes?
Callum walked out of the room without looking back at me. Not one glance.
Coach Walsh.What the fuck had I just done?
Zoey cleared her throat. “Well, we won’t be needing you.” She shooed the striker away.
He shrugged and followed Coach Walsh out of the room.
“You did not just fuck the coach of the Wildcats.”
I did. But I hadn’t meant to.
Chapter 3
Saturday
I wanted to run after Callum and get the kiss I was still craving. I also wanted to throw my camera at his fucking head. Seriously, what the hell was that?
“Damn, when I said you needed to move on I didn’t realize you’d go for a hot older guy,” Zoey said. She whistled. “Jackson can eat his heart out.”
I hadn’t meant to do any of it. I’d lost my mind as soon as Callum had opened his mouth. Or maybe it was when my eyes had met his. One look and he’d completely captivated me.
“Are you okay?” she asked.
“I’m fine.” I wasn’t. I needed a million STD tests. Why the hell hadn’t he used a condom? And he could have at least pulled out. But I also could have asked. It was like I’d completely lost all reason as soon as he’d touched me.
