Page 60 of Callen's Captive
“Oh, God, Callen!”
“My beautiful Kate,” he said as he sank his cock into her folds and began rubbing against her. The feel of him moving against her brought new feelings, all so overwhelming. Some part of her needed him inside of her. The pressure of his body on her, even as he supported much of his weight with his arms, felt fabulous and almost like a tease of what was to come. She couldn’t get over the sight of his muscles flexing, of his cock sliding along her sensitive folds. It was surreal and breathtaking and too much to process.
Her body wanted to give in, but the rest of her wasn’t so sure, even as the tip of his cock teased her opening. Her hips were moving up, pushing against him, and her entire body was hot, so hot despite the cool air. She hadn’t intended for any of this, but it was too late to stop him, wasn’t it? Janie said the first time would hurt. Kate clamped her eyes shut and dug her hands into the dirt, waiting for the pain.
Then he stopped moving, though she could still feel his hard cock against her entrance.
“Open your eyes, Kate,” he said, his voice no longer playful.
She opened her eyes, and a tear escaped.
“Hell.” Callen got off of her.
In that moment, she felt small and worthless again. She glanced over her shoulder. There was no closet nearby. She was an adult now, responsible for herself. Just like with everything else in her life, she’d made a mess of things.
“I’m sorry,” she said.
“Why, Kate?” he said, rising and storming away from her.
“I’m sorry,” she repeated, hating that her voice was shaking, that she’d ruined everything between them.
He didn’t say anything as he stood there, his back to her, hands on hips and his head bent low.
“Please don’t hate me,” she said, trying to wipe away the tears as she reached for her underwear.
“Fuck, Kate.” He kicked her backpack, and it went flying against the rocks. She jumped back. Then he walked over, his back still to her. Gorgeous muscles rippled as he bent over and carefully replaced the contents that had spilled out of her bag. He brought it over and set it down beside her really slow, as if that backpack was the most precious thing in the world to him.
She fixed her bra and slid her panties on. Her jeans were farther away, and she was afraid to get them given how Callen was staring at her as if she were some pathetic mutt tossed out of a car on the side of the highway.
His eyes followed where she glanced. Callen retrieved her jeans, pulled them right side out and bent down in front of her, holding them open. Neither of them spoke as she placed her hand on his shoulder to steady herself and slipped one foot in and then the other.
After she fastened her jeans, he pointed to the ground. “Sit.”
The second her gaze drifted out into the night, he stepped in front of her. “Don’t you dare think of running from me, at least not until after we’ve talked.”
He was pissed. The set of his shoulders, the tightness in his jaw, and especially his very controlled voice said as much.
“Nothing to talk about.” She shrugged. “I messed up.”
“Damn right you did.”
That hurt. At the very least, she thought Callen would guide her, be more patient when she screwed up.
“I told you, I’m not good with people,” she said, hearing the defensiveness in her voice. She couldn’t help it. She cared too much about Callen to lose him, and that’s what was happening. If she could, she’d leave now, but he’d only come after her, make her listen to whatever he wanted to say, so she needed to sit and get through it. Then she’d leave, put him and these cursed woods behind her.
He dragged one hand over his face and took a deep breath before finally sitting down across from her.
“I didn’t know you’re a virgin, Kate.”
She shrugged.
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
“Why didn’t you ask?” she bit back.
That startled him, at least she thought it did, given how the yellow flecks of his now mostly brown eyes flared for a brief second.
“I asked first,” he replied, and she almost laughed. He wasn’t taking any shit from her. Well, if she weren’t so embarrassed and hurt right now, she’d admire that, but the fact was she felt like crawling under a rock somewhere.
