Page 64 of Close Contact
We barely made it to the bathroom before I turned her around and backed her into the counter. Her hands graspedthe edge behind her, her chest rising and falling with uneven breaths. Her braids were gone. Her lips were kiss-swollen. And her neck…
My eyes caught on the fresh mark I’d left there earlier right after the podium. It was dark, just above her pulse point, and something in me broke. I’d put that there—and fuck if it didn’t make my stomach flip with pride and lust and something more dangerous than love.
“You feel that all night?” I rasped, brushing my thumb over the bruise.
She nodded, breath catching. “Made me think of you.”
“Fuck,” I whispered. “You have no idea what that does to me.”
I kissed it. Then I looked up and saw her watching me like I held her whole world in my hands. I wanted to. Iwantedthat world.
But then I saw the other mark on the other side of her neck, just below her ear. The trickle of blood stopped at her collarbone, but was dried now. The cut wasn’t deep, just a shallow scrape, but it was enough to twist my pride into fury.
Her ex had left that. He’d dared to touch her, hurt her physically, further scar her emotionally. I wanted to peel his skin back with my bare hands.
I reached up slowly, brushing my thumb over it. Her eyes fluttered shut, as if she’d forgotten all about it. A tremor rolled through her. I should’ve pulled away, but I didn’t. Instead, I leaned in closer, anchoring my hands on either side of the counter as I dipped my head to her throat. Because even with rage boiling through my veins, all I wanted was to make her forget, to cover every inch of her skin in somethingmine, to show her that I was a safe place for her to fall.
I turned the water on, but she didn’t wait for it to warm. She climbed into the shower, and I followed, crowding her in. Thesteam rose around us, fogging the glass, and when her back hit the tile, her eyes went wild.
“You sure?” I asked, already brushing the inside of her thigh.
“Callum,” she said, voice low and shaking. “I need to feel you. Ineedyou.”
I kissed her so hard it was nearly punishing, lifting her so she could wrap her legs around my waist. Then I reached between us and dragged the pierced head of my cock through her folds. “You’re soaked,” I rasped. “You want me like this? After the day you’ve had?”
She nodded, eyes fluttering shut. “I’ve wanted you all day. I’ve wanted you since I fucked you with my mouth this morning.”
Fuuuuck.I hummed, nipping at her shoulder. “Do you want me to be gentle?”
Aurélieshook her head. “No. I want you to fight for me.”
“I’ll always fight for you,” I growled, grabbing her hands to pin them above our heads. “You understand me, my love? Always.Toujours.”
Then I pushed inside her—bare, skin to skin—for the first time.
And holy fuck, I sawstars.
Her head dropped back against the wall with a soft cry, her body arching to take me deeper. And I gave it to her—slow at first, just to feel her, just to remember what it was like to be buried in her heat, her tightness, hereverything.
My knees nearly buckled from how good it felt. Every inch of me lit up—hot, tight, drenched in her. I felt everything. Every flutter, every clench, every desperate little squeeze, and it drove me fucking insane.
“Jesus fuck—” I bit out, head falling to her shoulder as I let go of her hands to grip her hips. “You feel—fuck, baby. I’ve never—never felt anything like this.”
She let out a strangled moan, her handsfistingin my wet hair as I held still for a beat, trying not to come on the spot like a fucking teenager.
“You’re my first,” I admitted, voice shaking. “Raw. You don’t know what it means to me… to trust you like this. No one’s ever had this part of me.Only. You.You’re myfirst. And I never—God,Aurélie—no one’s ever felt like this. No one’s ever been like this.” I could barely fucking speak.
Her thighs tightened around me, heels digging into my lower back. “Don’t stop,” she whispered, breath hot against my ear. “Please,Callum—don’t stop.”
“Not a chance in hell.” I pulled out slowly, then thrust back in deep—deeper than before, now that nothing separated us.
“Wait.Attendez,attendez,” she said breathily, and I stopped. Our eyes locked. Her golden hair was pressed to her cheeks and the tile behind us. “Jet’aime.So much it hurts.”
It came out as a broken whimper, and I fucking lost it. I gripped her ass in both hands, hauled her tighter against me, and angled her just right so I could slam into her—hard. Fast. Deep.
“Fuck—yes—” she gasped, her cries echoing off the bathroom walls.
“You’re fucking perfect,” I whispered against her mouth. “So fucking tight and wet. You take me so well,moncœur. Just like that.”
