Page 99 of Close Contact
He was gaining on me, and I could feel the anticipation growing the closer he got. Just as I crested the hill, giggling breathlessly, arms flung out to brace for the slight incline?—
He tackled me. We went down together in a tumble of limbs and laughter, grass cushioning the fall as his arms wrapped around me and pulled me flush against him. My breath left me in a gasp. His laughter rumbled against my back, hot and wrecked and so Callum, it hurt.
And, of course, like the true gentleman he was, my heels were still in his hand.
“You’re out of your fucking mind,” he panted, pressing a soft kiss behind my ear.
I shivered against him, grinning like a maniac. “You told me to run. You didn’t say how far.”
He rolled me onto my back, straddling me, with one hand braced beside my head, the other gripping my thigh. “I washopingyou’d run,” he growled. “Now I get to decide what happens to you.”
My eyes flicked to his watch. The hands glowed in the night. “You’ve got sixteen minutes, mon amour.”
“Good thing I only need ten.”
He said it so casually that I burst out laughing again—half from adrenaline, half from the high I was still riding from him devouring me in that stairwell. My legs were still shaking and my whole body felt too compliant, too mushy. The breeze licked across my flushed skin, the blades of grass tickled my bare calves, and I couldn’t stop smiling up at him.
Callum grinned back, megawatt and boyish anddangerous, and I saw the rare dimple. The one that only showed when he was really, truly happy. The thought had my eyes burning. He was happy withme. He felt this way because ofme. And I wondered if he felt the same way I did.
I sighed, dazed and stupidly, madly, wildly in love. “Tu sais que je t’aime, n’est-ce pas?”You know I love you, right?
His gaze softened. “Yeah, baby. I love you too.”
“I missed you.” It was a whisper in the night.
“I know,” he said, brushing a lock of hair from my face. “I could taste it on your pussy.”
I gasped, half-scandalized, half-aroused. “You are a bad influence on me, monsieur.”
He flipped me with a smooth, practiced motion. I braced myself on my forearms. My slip bunched up around my waist, and my ass was on full display. I didn’t even care if someone walked by. The whole world could collapse around us and I wouldn’t know, because when it was just the two of us, nothing else mattered.
“You’re the one who invited me to this little rendezvous,” he teased, his hands caressing my hips before pushing the fabric of my slip higher. “Don’t pretend you didn’t want this.”
I looked at him over my shoulder, watching how his eyes dragged over my body, a smirk curling at my lips. “Do you want to know why I got that tattoo?”
His gaze darkened instantly. “I know why you got it.”
“No,” I said, voice low and wicked. “I mean the real reason.” He stilled, waiting for me to continue. “It’s my favorite position. Face down, ass up. Figured it would be a nice reminder for whoever was behind me.”
Callum choked on a groan, his hands tightening on my hips as he pulled me back to grind his cock against my ass. I moaned and wriggled against him.
“Fuck,” he muttered. “You filthy little slut.” He leaned down, breath hot on my ear. “You get off on being chased. You love the risk of getting caught. And you sure as hell know I’d fuck you wherever I find you, consequences be damned.”
Merde. His accent sounded thicker, like he was restraining himself, and it made me want to combust.
“Just fuck me, Callum,” I begged, breathless and delirious with want.
He growled low in his throat, the sound vibrating through his chest and straight into mine. “Can’t,” he said, checking the sleek black watch on his wrist before tugging on my panties until they fell to my knees. “Not enough time. Right now is all about you.”
“Bâtard.” I shook my head.
“Hardly. This is me saying I’mproudof you. Thirty under thirty, baby? Most impressive women? You dropped that on me like it was a casual announcement.”
I had done that, hadn’t I? I’d barely had time to process it myself, having only found out the day I was flying to Barcelona.
I bit my lip, even though he couldn’t see me. “So?”
“So, tell me what you want, Auri.”
