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“Let me go get dressed, and then-”
“No need to get dressed,” she whispered huskily, and if all the angels in Heaven started singing right now, it’d be appropriate.
“No?”
Calista shook her head.“No.”
“Look, I’m not trying to look a gift horse in the mouth here, but after last night, I’m going to need you to spell it out for me, baby.I need you to be absolutely sure about this.”
“Oh, I’m sure,” she retorted, and that was clarification enough.
Chapter 19
Calista~
I was going to have sex with Myer Justus, and I didn’t care if it was too soon or not.The man was nearing forty and had a goddamn eight-pack, and that level of dedication needed to be rewarded.
Now, when Myer had first answered the door, I’d been too wrapped up in the salt hex to really take in how he’d been wet and only wearing a towel, which explained why it’d taken him so long to answer the friggin’ door.Anyway, still trying to process that a grown woman had put a hex on me, I’d been too caught up in my ramblings to notice much of anything else.However, when my eyes had finally caught up to my brain, that’s when everything had changed.
Sweet Mary, Mother of God.
A wet, ripped, tanned Myer Justus was a sight to behold, for sure.I mean, dressed in clothing, the man looked phenomenal, but this?Who in their right mind would ever let this man leave their bed?In fact, I was more than ready to order a pair of handcuffs off the internet and hold this man hostage in my bedroom for all time.
With his green eyes looking down at me, he said, “I’m going to kiss you now.I’m going to kiss you, then do whatever it is that you want me to do afterwards.”His eyes narrowed a bit as he added, “And that includes stopping, Calista.I will always stop if you ask me to.”
“That’s a good thing, Myer,” I told him seriously, and it was also the right thing to say in this moment.
When his lips finally touched mine, I could feel my knees weaken, and it hit me how much I missed being kissed.While I liked my life just fine, it could do with a little more kissing in it, and if all went well, I was hoping that Myer would be able to provide that for me.
My hands went to his waist when his tongue slid into my mouth, and my fingers struggled against his wet skin.Not to mention that the man didn’t have an ounce of fat on him, so holding onto him was always going to be a challenge.
His hand was also warm against my neck as he cradled my jaw to hold me in place.His lips and tongue were insistent, and with his body so close to mine, it was suddenly hot in here, and I was definitely overdressed for the occasion.Yeah, I was only wearing a simple shirt and jeans on this Sunday morning, but still.
“Christ, you don’t know how long I’ve been dying to do that,” he said once he pulled his lips away.“And you taste just as sweet as I’d been fantasizing.”
I slid my hands up his wet torso, his hard flesh like stone beneath my touch, his muscles exactly what every woman drooled over.In fact, if Miles hadn’t damaged me enough to struggle with jealousy, I’d have Myer walk around without a shirt all the damn time.I’d parade him around like a goddamn first-place trophy in a sea of participation trophies.
