Page 155 of Stolen Voices
“True.”
“I liked Andrew Garfield the most. He’s hot.”
I give her neck a playful squeeze and nip at her bottom lip. “None of that.”
Her thighs press together, and her breaths fall faster. “Okay, so what’s this great power I have?”
“If you full-name me, there’s a chance I’m going to bend you over and fuck you senseless. I get so fucking hard hearing my name roll off your tongue.” I can see her brain working, and I press my finger to her lips. “Eat some more for me.” Swiping a mini churro off the counter, I dip it into the sauce and lift it to her mouth. “Open.”
She parts her lips to let me feed her. I’m mesmerized by the way her tongue swipes across her lips and then glisten in the kitchen light. I don’t know why, but feeding Callie is fucking erotic. My cock is so hard I’m afraid I’m going to come in my underwear without her even touching me, like some horny pre-teen who can’t control his erections around the girl he likes.
“Elijiah.”
“Calliope.”
She grips her necklace, and her face flushes. “If you’re a Dom lover, do you only please me or do I get to please you too?”
Fuck, she’s so cute and innocent. My heart and my dick grow for her sweetness.
“You can do whatever you want to me. I’m yours for the taking.”
“Oh, thank god.” Callie hops off the counter and pushes me against it as she falls to her knees.
My pulse races, and my stomach flips at our switch in positions. It should always be me on my knees for her. Whether it’s eating her pussy or asking her to marry me, I should always be on my knees for my princess. I’d make her get up if I didn’t know how badly she wants this.
I groan when her nails scrape my skin as she curls her fingers over the band of my boxer briefs. “Fuck.”
Callie wiggles side to side, and a memory of her knee injury pops up. I stop her from pulling my boxers down. “Hold that thought.” I rush to the living room and return with one of the accent pillows, which I slide under her knees.
Callie’s eyes turn to literal hearts as she stares up at me. “You’re so fucking swoony.”
“Just taking care of my woman.” Which I plan to do for the rest of our lives. She will want for nothing, and will know with absolute certainty that I love her and would do anything to make her happy. She doesn’t know it yet, but she’s going to be my wife, the mother of my children, my fucking everything. I keep those crazy thoughts in my head. “I will always take care of you, princess.”
Callie exhales a breath, and her whole body visibly relaxes before me. She lovingly runs her hands up my thighs. “I’d have said yes, you know?”
“What?”
“If this”—she places her hand on her neck, where the bluebird dangles—“was a ring. I know that sounds crazy, but I feel it. Right here.” She moves her hand over where her heart lies beneath. “You and me, we’re something. And I would have said yes a thousand times over.”
My heart hammers in my chest as the love I have for this woman swells. I’ve never before experienced such an intense connection with someone.
I fall to my knees in front of her, brushing the soft strand of hair off her face. “How do you do that?”
I’m in fucking awe of her ability to express her feelings so freely with me. I wish I could do the same, but sometimes the words get stuck. It’s why I spoil the people I love. I show how I feel because telling is … difficult for me.
But with Callie, it’s like she can see inside me, and when she reaches in, her ability allows her to pull out the words I want to share but am too scared to say or unable to describe.
She grins. “Do what?” she answers me with a question.
I wrap my arms around her waist. “Say exactly what I’m feeling when I’m feeling it.”
“What did I say?” she asks like she didn’t just steal every thought in my head.
“You’re not crazy, Callie.”
Callie’s sharp intake of breath, as she puts the pieces of our conversation together, brings a grin to my face.
“I almost bought you a ring, but I changed my mind. I was afraid I was moving too fast and that it would freak you out.”
