Page 102 of Close Contact
Holy. Fucking. Shit.
He pressed his forehead to mine and brushed his thumbs over my cheekbones. My entire body arched into him, melting with every touch, every lingering second we spent together.
“Aurélie,” Callum breathed, and I felt the warmth of his breath fan over my face. “I’d get on my knees for another taste.Christ, I’m yours. I’m bound to you. Enslaved by your mouth. Surrendered to the way you break me.”
I shivered against him, his words making me wish we had more than just this fleeting moment together.
“And you—you’re the fucking altar I worship, again and again, just to be ruined by you.” His lips brushed mine between every desperate word. “And you don’t even have to ask. I’d beg to do it.”
Stupid tears pricked my eyes.Pain and poetry.That’s what it meant to love Callum.
He kissed me again, open-mouthed and claiming, hands returning to my waist to haul me against all the hard planes of his body.
“You wreck me and I keep crawling back for more like I want the destruction.”
My fingers twisted into his polo, trying to hold on, but my head was reeling and my heart was soaring and I was so goddamn lost inhimthat I forgot the reality of our situation. I smiled through the ache, one hand drifting lower between us, cupping him through his jeans. He was still hard.
“Good boy,” I purred, letting my thumb stroke over him once, lightly.
His hips flexed forward and he released a quiet, broken sound. But then his fingers closed gently around my wrist firmly. He pulled my hand away and brought it to his lips, kissing my knuckles with reverence.
Then, softly, he murmured, “You don’t even know what you’ve done to me, baby.”
“Cal–”
“Tonight was for you, love. You’ve earned it.”
Another kiss, and it felt an awful lot like a thank you and a prayer in one.
When our mouths parted, the air between us stayed charged, humming with everything we weren’t saying. I stayed close, not ready to let go of his warmth, of this precious moment between us. My body swayed with his, both of us dazed and breathless under the stars. I didn’t trust my legs to carry me far, so I didn’t move, not really. I just forced myself to take one small step back. Just enough to feel the door behind me. The coolness was a stark reminder to myself that we had to stop.
I leaned back against the door, fingers splaying behind me, and looked up at him. He watched me like I was the only thing that existed. There were no jokes now, no biting quips or smug remarks. Just a reverent hush.
“I meant what I said earlier,” I whispered.
He stepped closer. “Me too.”
I nodded, heart thudding. “I love you.”
His throat bobbed. “I love you, Aurélie.”
His hand cupped the side of my face, thumb stroking along my bottom lip. His lips brushed mine once, twice—just barely—and I sighed into him, tasting the last thread of restraint between us just before it snapped. He groaned, deep and husky, dragging my body flush to his. My arms locked around his neck as he lifted me, and I instinctively wrapped my legs around his waist. My back slammed against the door with a soft thud that echoed in the quiet.
“You can be a few minutes late,” he growled against my mouth.
I gasped into the kiss, his hips grinding into mine. Ifelthim, hard and demanding, and it made my toes curl in those ridiculous heels, thinking of how badly I wanted his cock inside me, piercing hitting my cervix, cum leaking down my thighs.
We kissed as if he hadn’t just done the filthiest things to me. It wasn’t enough. It wouldneverbe enough.
He pressed me harder against the door, and I moaned against his tongue, clutching at his hair. And then there was aclick.
The door gave behind me as it swung open backwards. Our kiss broke as Callum pitched forward, catching himself with one arm braced on the door frame and the other around me so neither of us went crashing to the ground. I slid down his body until I was on my own two feet again, and saw him glaring over my shoulder.
Frowning, I turned while adjusting my slip. In the doorway stood a woman. She was taller than me. Curvier, with jet black hair pulled back into a high ponytail that gleamed under the overhead light. Emerald green eyes swept over the scene with a sharpness that made my stomach drop.
She arched one perfectly sculpted brow. “Well,” she said, raspy voice cool and laced with amusement. “This is unexpected.” She had a posh English accent.
Fuck. Fuck.Fuck.We’d been caught, becauseof coursewe had. Of course this was too good to last.
