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Callie shook her head once, a quiet defiance, her chest rising with every breath. “Don’t you dare.”
That was all the permission he needed.
He slid his hands up under her dress until he hooked his fingers around her panties and slowly tugged them off.
She let out a soft breath, her eyes locked on his. “You really don’t believe in wasting time, do you?”
Her voice was low, teasing, but the way her hips lifted to help him said exactly how much she wanted this, too.
A slow grin curved his mouth as he let the fabric drop to the floor. “Not when I already know what I want.” Then he leaned in, his voice rough at her ear. “And right now, all I want is you.”
He shifted back down onto his knees and let his thumb trail over her skin, slow and sure, then leaned in and kissed the inside of her knee.
She shivered.
Then he glided one hand to her thigh while the other slid higher, until his fingers found her center.
Warm. Wet. Waiting for him.
“Damn, Callie…” he muttered, the words dragged from somewhere deep in his chest. “You’re already soaked.”
She let out a sound—something between a gasp and a plea—and tilted her hips in silent invitation.
He didn’t make her wait.
Matthew slipped a finger inside her, teasing gently, then circling just right until her hips bucked and her breath hitched hard.
“Yeah,” she breathed, closing her eyes. “More.”
He leaned in, mouth brushing her thigh as he worked her with slow, expert precision. “Anything for you.”
Her hand gripped the edge of the cushion, her knuckles white as he eased her open further, watching her face as he added another finger, reveling in every reaction. Every shift. Every sigh.
When he found the rhythm that made her pant, he leaned in and kissed the inside of her thigh again, then again, slower this time, worshipping the beauty.
She moaned.
He grinned against her skin. “That good?”
“Better,” she managed between breaths.
He moved his fingers with purpose now, steady and deep, his thumb brushing the place she needed the most. A breathless beat later, she shattered under his touch. Callie cried out, her hips lifting off the cushions as he coaxed every last wave from her, not letting up until her body finally slumped, spent and trembling.
Only then did he withdraw his touch, his own heart pounding nearly out of his chest, having witnessed something too incredible for words.
He kissed the inside of a quivering thigh before he drew back to watch her flushed face. “You’re exquisite, Callie.”
She sat up slowly, framed his face with both hands, and captured his mouth with hers in a kiss that was equal parts lazy and loaded.
Then she said something that would stay with him longer than the taste of her mouth.
“Come to bed, Matthew.”
Chapter Sixteen
Callie led Matthew down the short hallway, her fingers wrapped around his as if she’d been doing it forever. But she hadn’t. He was the only one she’d ever let into her home. Into her bed.
Her pulse hadn’t steadied, not even close, not after what he’d just done to her. But this was more than heat humming under her skin. This was choice. Certainty.
