Page 77 of Panther's Magpie
He glances down at me. “Oh, really? You think I’m hot?”
I shrug. “You’ve always been hot, Panther.”
“Calloway. You can call me Calloway,” he whispers, his hand brushing the hair back from my head.
“You said that before, but I told you why I won’t.”
He shakes his head. “A name has meaning. I want you to call me Calloway.”
This seems deeper than simply using his real name. It feels meaningful.
Swallowing hard, I say, “Okay, Calloway.”
“Fuck, that sounds amazing coming off of your lips.”
I lick my lips as I stare at his. I want to kiss him again. I want him to make this ache go away.
He must sense what I’m feeling before he gently turns me until I’m on my back. Then he leans over, kissing me softly. My lips mimic his as I match his pace. There’s no rush between us. We savor each moment, allowing ourselves to feel each other. Slowly my hand finds its way under the hem of his shirt as I feel his abs under my skin. He’s hot to the touch. His skin is smooth. I can smell that damn body wash he uses, which only reminds me of my fantasy earlier.
I want him.
I moan into his mouth a little, pushing my body closer. His hand leaves my cheek, running down my side until it finds my thigh beneath his T-shirt. He runs his hand up it until it’s on my hip. Then he pulls me closer to him.
It’s not enough. I need more.
More kissing. More him. More everything.
Pulling away, I look up at him. “Please.”
I don’t really know what I’m asking for.
Make the ache stop?
Touch me more?
Never leave me?
All seem like good options.
He hears my plea though. It’s as if he is making his own promises back.
I’ll never stop touching you.
I never want to stop kissing you.
I never want to leave you.
“Shh. We have all night. There’s no rush,” he whispers to me.
I have no idea why, but that one whisper seems like the hottest thing in the world to me. All I can do is nod as I lean up to kiss him again.
He doesn’t resist. He kisses me back with fervor. Gone are the slow and gentle kisses. In its place are sensual, passionate kisses that make my toes tingle.
I thought I was ready for Calloway. I was wrong. The feelings he is invoking inside of me are scaring the hell out of me, but I can’t stop them. I don’t want to. In this moment, there is nothing I want more than what I have with him.
It’s like the universe is finally rewarding me for surviving the first twenty-two years of my life. It’s praising me for being so resilient and finally giving me what I have always craved.
Love.
