Page 36 of Close Contact
My thighs squeezed together, pulse thundering as I watched him straighten on his knees behind me, his heat and distinct scent suddenly hitting me. I sucked in a ragged breath, because in the mirror, I could see the way I looked next to him. Smaller, feminine, delicate next to his larger, broader, masculine frame. Ilooked like I belonged to him, like I was his, and it was all I ever wanted.
His breath was hot and heavy against the back of my neck, and without a word, his hand curled around my ponytail andyanked. A startled gasp ripped from my throat as my back arched, head tipping back until my spine curved and I was forced to look at him directly rather than at our reflections. His face hovered close, eyes dark and locked on mine, all the shades of blue I loved so much nearly swallowed by his pupils.
“You knew what that photo would do to me.” It wasn’t a question, just a fact.
“And you came running anyway,” I whispered, breath catching as his hand slid from my ponytail to cup the back of my neck, then moved to wrap around my throat. It was a warning and a promise all at once.
“You think I’m going to behave now?” he rasped, voice like smoke and sex. He shifted so his legs were bracketing mine, and my ass pressed into his lap. “When you’re kneeling for me like this?”
I tried to smirk, but then he squeezed my throat, and instead I swallowed. “Is this the ‘friends’ part of this relationship?”
He chuckled, low and dark. The kind of sound that slithered down my spine and turned my insides to syrup. “No,” he said, dipping his head so his lips brushed mine. “This is theunconventional strings attachedpart.” Then he kissed me like he meant to ruin every coherent thought I had left.
It was upside down and messy, all teeth and tongue and desperate groans. His grip on my throat tilted my head until his mouth slanted perfectly over mine, and the second our lips locked like that, we both moaned. It wasn’t soft. It was deep and greedy and fucking addictive, as if we were trying to inhale each other. His tongue licked into my mouth, hot and wet and filthy, and I clung to his forearm, nails digging in as if I neededsomething to ground me while the rest of me shattered apart. My body buzzed, hips rocking subtly back against the rigid length of him, and I swore I could feel him tremble.
Callum kissed me as if he was starving, as if he didn’t just have me yesterday morning. It felt like he’d been pacing his flat all night waiting for an excuse to break. And now that he had, there was no going back. My breath hitched as his grip on my throat tightened just enough to make me feel owned, anchored, and desired in the most possessive, unholy way.
I gasped against his mouth, and he growled, pulling back just enough to get a better view of me. I couldn’t resist anymore—I was too worked up and needy—and I pushed my hips back into him. Just once, but it was slow and deliberate, he inhaled shakily, his eyes fluttering closed.
“You really wanna test me like this?” he rasped.
I arched again, grinding my ass into the hard length of him through his shorts, biting my bottom lip. “You ran all this way. I figure you might as well get more cardio in.”
He swore under his breath. I loved when he was like this, losing whatever restraint he had left. I wanted him to. Ineededhim to. His hand stayed tight on my throat, holding me still, while the other slipped down—slow, searching—until it found the waistband of my shorts. He didn’t so much as hesitate to slip his hand inside, and I choked on a gasp, my entire body jolting as his fingers slipped between my folds, already soaked and waiting. He dropped his head to groan into my neck.
“Christ, Auri,” he muttered, rubbing slow circles over my clit, his voice cracking with need. “You’redripping. Did you get like this just from sending the photo?”
I whimpered, my head falling back against his shoulder. “No,” I lied.
He pressed two fingers inside me and curled them in the way I loved so much. “Liar.”
His palm ground against my clit, and I wound my arms around his neck to give myself leverage as I pushed back against him,humpinghim like I didn’t care who saw, because in this moment, I didn’t. I just needed friction. I neededhim. His cock was rock-hard behind me, his bulge perfectly aligned with my ass. I kept grinding as he fucked me with his fingers, his mouth dragging over my shoulder, my neck, my jaw.
“I wanted to be good,” he whispered, somehow both wrecked and reverent. “Because you deserve that.”
My hips stuttered, my legs started to shake, and still, I managed, “But you aresogood for me, aren’t you, mon amour? Look how you came running to me.”
“You—you make me feral.” I’d never heard a man sound so broken, but it was the most intoxicating sound I’d ever heard in my life. I wanted to hear him like this, unraveled andmine, every goddamn day of my life.
I moaned, trembling, and his fingers never slowed. But then he paused, just for a moment, long enough to bring his lips to my ear.
“You fucking did it today,” he rasped. “Pole in Monaco. First woman in history to do it, and you made it lookeffortless.” His voice cracked, thick with awe. “I’m so fucking proud of you.” I went still, breath hitching at the rawness of it. “No one will ever take this from you, Aurélie. No one. They’ll talk shit. They’ll try to downplay it. But it’s carved in stone now. In every lap, in every millisecond of data.” His fingers curled inside me, slow and deep, and my hips bucked toward him, seeking the pleasure only he could give me. “You earned it. Every second of it.”
I blinked, vision blurring with unshed tears, and then hesmirked—dark, wicked, reverent.
“And now,” he murmured, thrusting deeper with his fingers, “I’m gonna make you come like the fucking legend you are.”
Whimpering and writhing, I tugged on the strands of his hair at the nape of his neck. “No, I need—I need you to fuck me.Please.”
Callum huffed a laugh against my shoulder. “I was so desperate to get to you, love, I didn’t bring a condom.” He bit down on my skin, just as my head dropped back and my whole body seized. I wanted to scream in frustration, to tell him it didn’t matter, that I was on birth control, that pregnancy wasn’t a concern anyway, but I was climbing fast toward a release and could no longer think.
“That’s it, baby,” he coaxed, his thumb flicking over my clit as his other arm braced around my middle, holding me tight to his chest. “Get yourself off on me. Take what you need.”
I did. I rocked harder, grinding down on his hand while his hips slammed forward against my ass. He was rutting into me like he couldn’t stop—as if the friction alone might be enough to get him off. I could feel how hard he was, straining against the thin layers of fabric separating us, every desperate thrust lighting me up from the inside out.
“Oh, my God,” I choked out, eyes fluttering closed. “Callum?—”
“I know, love.” His breath was hot against my ear. “You’ve got me, yeah? Let go.”
