Page 98 of Close Contact
“You’re gonna come for me right here, dressed like a fucking fantasy,” I growled, watching her slowly unravel. “And when you’re done, you’re gonna walk into that photoshoot still wet, thinking of my fingers inside you.”
She gasped—fuck, I missed that sound—and trembled. “Justelá.”
That fucking French of hers would be the death of me.
“You wanted to be caught, baby,” I whispered against her ear. “Next time, come up with some rules. Now take your punishment.”
I leaned closer and licked her clit. She cried out, the sound stifled by the back of her hand as it flew to cover her mouth. Hertaste hit my tongue. She was sweet, addictive, a little tangy with sweat and lust andher—fuckingher. I groaned again, messily fucking her with my fingers as I devoured her with my mouth.
I flattened my tongue and dragged it up her slit, slow and deep, feeling the way her body twitched with every stroke, hearing her muffled whimpering. Her leg hooked tighter around my shoulder as if she was trying to trap me there, and God, I fucking let her. I wanted to drown in it, in her, in everything she gave me without saying a single word.
My lips sealed around her clit, and I sucked hard, my fingers still curling inside her. Her walls clenched down on me so tight that my cock pulsed, dangerously close to coming just from getting her off.
Her arousal coated my mouth, my chin, my fingers, the inside of my wrist. It was obscene and filthy and so fucking forbidden that I moaned against her. I didn’t care that we could get caught. I kept licking her like she was a meal I’d been starving for.
“Fuck,” I swore between licks. Her free hand landed in my hair, tangling the wavy strands with a grip so hard that an orgasm began to build at the base of my spine. “You taste like sin, baby. Sweet and messy and mine.”
She tried to stay quiet—she really did—but then she shoved my face deeper into her. Her breathing turned ragged, her moans slipping past her fingers no matter how hard she tried to hold them in. The concrete walls around us amplified them.
Aurélie’s entire body shook, her thighs trembling, hips rocking to meet every thrust of my fingers, every flick of my tongue. I didn’t let up, not until the exact moment she broke.
Her pussy clenched hard, and she pushed up on her toes, almost as though she was trying to lessen the intensity. I wasn’t having any of that. I grabbed her hip with my other hand to keep her still. She moaned, desperate-sounding and strangled, and itechoed. I pressed in tighter, licking her through every last wave of it, determined to wring out every drop she had to give.
By the time she was done, I was soaked. My face was covered in her arousal, hand glistening, drops running in rivulets down my forearm. My jaw ached from how hard I’d worked for it, but when she sagged against the wall, panting, flushed, hair falling into her face, I knew it was worth it.
I tugged her dress back into place and stood slowly, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, and smirked.
“I told you what I’d do if you let me catch you,” I murmured, voice low and rough. “You want to see what happens if you run?”
Didhe just tell me to run?
My brain stalled, and every rational thought left my body like smoke from a blown engine. I was still panting, trembling, riding the high of the orgasm he just gave me, and now he stood over me, wiping his jaw as if he hadn’t just unraveled me in a public stairwell, and daring me torun?
My stomach flipped violently as a bolt of adrenaline shot through me so fast I nearly toppled over.
He stood there watching me with those eyes—dark, hungry, full of intent, like if I so much as twitched in the wrong direction, he’d pounce.
I wanted that.God, I wanted that so goddamn bad.
I slowly straightened, leveling him with a stare, and adjusted the hem of my slip. My thighs were still sticky, my pulse erratic. I should’ve been heading to my photoshoot, should’ve cared that my hair was slightly mussed and my lipgloss had long sincedisappeared and smeared on his mouth. I definitely should’ve thought about how expensive this outfit was or how completely not-sprint-friendly my shoes were.
Except… none of that mattered. Only he did. Our teams could try to keep us apart, but where there’s a will, there’s always a way. And I would find every fucking way to see him that I could.
I glanced down at my kitten heels—a delicate black satin with gold ankle straps and tiny crystal bows that glittered in the stairwell light. They were cute, fashionable, and completely impractical for running.
I looked back up at him through my lashes and smiled. Then I unstrapped the shoes and yanked them off, one by one, and purred, “Hold these.” I tossed them straight at his chest. He caught them with a startled laugh, brows rising.
“Do your worst, champ.” Then I turned on my bare feet, darted around him, andran.
The warm Spanish air hit me the instant I emerged from the stairwell. It was electrifying and whipped my hair behind me as I darted between the shadows, trying to stay hidden.
My heart thundered in my chest, not from fear but from sheer giddy excitement. It was the kind that lived in your bones and reminded you that you were alive. That, despite all the pressures, it was okay to let go and have a little fun every once in a while.
I stayed in the dewy grass by the chainlink fence that separated us from the track. My legs pumped as I sprinted past the Luminis service trucks, then down a gravel path that had me wincing from sharp pinpricks on the bottom of my feet. The path led me toward a quieter, grassy hill behind the general admissions fencing.
It was probably off-limits, but I didn’t care. Callum was bringing the rebel out in me, the one I’d had to stuff down for far too long to make it in this world. I loved that this side of me wasback after all this time, that I no longer had to hide myself. He loved me, crazy and all.
My lungs burned, my thighs ached, but all I could focus on was the rush of wind on my exposed skin, the soft sound of my feet on uneven terrain, and the thunder of his footsteps behind me.
