Page 59 of Callen's Captive
“Don’t need them.”
His growl sent a delicious shiver down her spine right to her toes.
“Oh, God, Callen, do that again,” she said as his finger brushed over an erect nipple. He lifted a breast out of her bra and those bright yellow eyes of his sparkled as he took her in his mouth. Hot and warm, his mouth laved a very hard nipple. Each lick and playful nip made her entire body squirm with need.
“Feels so good,” she slurred as his hand drew down along her bared chest to her hip.
“You’re mine, Kate.”
She wasn’t going to argue with him, especially as his mouth left a trail of kisses down her stomach, searing her skin and fueling that delicious tension inside of her.
When she reached down for the button on his jeans, he trapped her hands in one of his and held them above her head. His massive body settled over hers and she shivered. She hadn’t expected this, but when he captured her mouth, it was like all the years of being shoved in a closet or struck for returning home late, faded.
The past could not keep Callen from her. He wouldn’t let it; she knew that now. Though he had pinned her to the ground with his body, he wasn’t trapping her, he was covering her, shielding her from the world, from the memories that threatened to drown her.
“I want to touch you,” she said, her breathing fast. The energy coursing through her made her want to move, to touch, to pull him to her so they would be as one without anything between them.
He traced her mouth with his finger. “We never finished what you started in the gas station, Princess.”
“Oh, God.”
His hand smoothed over her stomach to the top of her jeans. “Where do you want me first, Princess?” he asked as he unzipped her jeans, making her body thrum with need.
“First?” she repeated, her voice barely above a whisper. How far were they going tonight?
He parted the top of her jeans. Inch by inch, she could feel his large hand slide over her mound, then cup her with enough force to let her know she was his. She liked this display of power, as much as she liked the idea of being his.
Her hips pushed up against him, seeking more, seeking him. Her panties were wet with excitement as she drew deep breaths, anticipating, but mostly enjoying his touch.
“Keep your hands above your head,” he ordered as he slid down her body, peeling her jeans off of her.
“Do you want me here?” He traced her lips again with a single finger until she parted her lips. She started sucking on his finger with such an intensity that made no sense. Images of his hard cock, how smooth and silky it had felt in her hand yesterday, entered her head.
He chuckled. “Oh, yeah, that’s definitely in our future, but right now I need to taste you,” he said as his hand slipped under her panties.
The feel of his fingers caressing her skin, drawing circles over her curls felt so amazing, so decadent, forbidden almost, bringing thoughts of him leaving her. He didn’t really want to be with her. He had planned on leaving her behind. The floodwaters had decided differently.
A finger dipped into her folds, driving all other thoughts from her. As those magic fingers of his slid back and forth, a moan escaped from deep within her. He could play her like a fiddle, and she’d let him. She didn’t want to lose him.
“So very wet for me,” he said, a growl behind his words, a hunger behind his yellow eyes.
“I’m. . .” She didn’t know what was wrong with her tonight, why her brain and mouth had forgotten how to work together. She wanted so much with him, but she knew nothing, and he talked as if she knew everything.
Wickedly slow, he drew his finger out from her folds, his finger glistening with her juices. With a grin, he popped his finger into his mouth and sucked it clean. She couldn’t believe what she was seeing. That was sodirtyand hot! The tension in her belly ratcheted up tenfold, and her hips bucked.
“Choose, Princess.” His finger traced her lips, drew a line down her chest to her pussy and kept going, pulling her panties off. His left hand returned to holding her arms above her head as he lowered his body onto hers, pushing his hips into hers.
“I. . . I. . .”
“Ah, wolf’s got your tongue,” he joked a second before he covered her mouth with his again. She was so lost in the ecstasy of his tongue gliding along her lips, stroking her, that she didn’t pay attention to him spreading her legs with his knee.
Another line of kisses down her front didn’t end until he got to her lower lips. With his hands he spread her open wide. She’d never been so exposed, so naked in front of anyone before, but she didn’t feel scared. This was Callen, the man who held her at night, tucked her against his body to share his heat, and protected her. Now the heat was pooling between her thighs and in her belly.
She didn’t know what she needed, but when he dragged his tongue through her folds, her eyes rolled back into her head. His lips closed around her clit, sending such a fire through her that she thought she’d die right there. He never eased up, alternating between languid licks and his devilish treatment of her clit. The pressure rising within her needed to go somewhere, if she could just. . .
Then his fingers slid inside of her, pushing her over the top. One glorious wave of pleasure after the next tore through her, gradually easing her back to Earth. Above her, Callen’s yellow eyes blazed with satisfaction and desire.
She heard his zipper lower.
