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“I’m so sorry,” I hiccup, still crying though with much less force. I dab ineffectively at the blush and mascara stains on his shirt.
“It’s okay,” he laughs, taking my fingers in his big hands before guiding them to his lips and kissing them. “I’ve got lots of shirts.”
“But this looks like a really nice one.” I wipe my eyes with the back of one hand. “We need to soak the shirt before the stain sets.” Taking him by the hand, I lead him toward the exit.
“Where are we going?” he asks, unable to hide his relief and amusement. He keeps up with me as we make our way towards the lobby.
“To my hotel room,” I answer, breathlessly. When I look up at him, the laughter in his eyes turns to something else entirely.
“Lead the way.”
Chapter 37
Callum
She’s on me before the elevator doors close. Pushing me against the wall and kissing me like her life depends on it. I pull her body against mine and feel as though I’ve come home. In a way I have. Maggie is home.
Her mouth is eager and demanding and I match her response, savoring the taste of champagne on her tongue. My hands travel down her hips, gripping her round ass. I hold her against me tightly, almost afraid to let her go. My rock hard cock presses against her stomach, begging to be inside her. When she moans into my mouth, I barely stop myself from hitting the emergency stop button and taking her right here.
Thankfully, we arrive at her floor without being interrupted by any staff or guests. Walking quickly down the hall to the room, I allow myself to admire her in her bridesmaid’s dress.
Siren.
Goddess.
Mine.
“You weren’t kidding about the dress,” I tell her, pleased when I see goosebumps appear on her smooth skin.
“You like it?” The breathiness of her voice goes straight to my dick. Her back is turned to me as she digs in her little purse for her room key. I trace my fingers down the exposed skin on her back and she sighs.
“No, Lois, I love it.” I kiss the back of her neck and press my hips into her, letting her feel exactly what she’s doing to me. “But if you don’t open that door in the next seven seconds, I’m afraid I’m going to have to rip it off of you right here in the hall.”
The door mercifully opens and we tumble inside. I shrug out of my jacket before closing the door behind me. She’s in my arms again immediately, attempting to pin me to the door with her slender frame. Reversing our positions, I back her against the door as I continue to kiss her deeply. Kissing her is like a drug, a habit I never want to kick. I don’t come up for air. My body doesn’t need air anymore, it only needs Maggie.
I love her. I’ve never been more sure of anything. I feel it on a cellular level.
Raising her arms above her head, I pin them to the door with one hand. My free hand finds the zipper at the back of her dress and works it down, my mouth never leaving hers. I swallow every gasp and moan that escapes her mouth, never satisfied, always wanting more.
Releasing her hands, I slide the soft straps from her shoulders and with a gentle pull, the pink fabric pools at her feet. The dress must have had a built-in bra because her breasts are bare and perfect before me. I cup them in my hands, marveling as each bud hardens at my touch.
“You are so fucking beautiful,” I murmur against her skin, kissing her neck and moving downwards. “It hardly seems fair to the other seven billion people on the planet, having you look the way you do.” I kiss the smooth skin between her breasts and down her ribcage. Kneeling in front of her, I kiss the soft skin on her stomach, swirling my tongue around her belly button, making her giggle.
“That tickles,” she says, attempting to wiggle away.
“Mmm.” I hook my finger in her lace panties, pulling them to the side. Her slick center is pulsing with need. Need for me. “This won’t.” I run my tongue over her clit and she cries out above me. Given the opportunity to stay down here, I’d adapt to life on my knees in front of her. I hook her leg over my shoulder, giving me easier access and continue moving my tongue in slow, languid circles.
“Oh God, yes,” she rocks her hips against me, her moans getting louder and louder. When I increase the pressure, she comes apart, my name on her lips. She grips my shoulders for support, but I’ve got her. And I will never let her go.
I slip her leg off my shoulder and reluctantly leave my favorite place in the world. I stand, still holding her, afraid she might topple over. I take in her flushed face, swollen lips, and molten eyes. She looks absolutely radiant. I wish I weren’t wearing so many clothes. I need to feel her skin against mine.
She reads my mind. “I told you, this needs to soak.” She pats the makeup stains on my shirt. Her delicate fingers start to unbutton my shirt while I watch her. There are a lot of them and I do both of us a favor by pulling the shirt over my head. She runs her hands lightly over my torso. My skin is on fire and her touch is kerosene.
“I love your body,” she whispers as I undo my belt and pants.
“Good, because it’s yours.” I quickly remove the rest of my clothes. “I’m so fucking yours, Maggie.”
“I’m yours too.” She hauls me back against her for another blistering kiss. I slide her panties down her legs and grab the condom from my discarded pants.
