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I kiss his mouth, his cheek, and nuzzle close to his ear. “Want to get out of here?”
Callum grins. “I thought you’d never ask.”
Chapter 49
Lucy
My favorite place in Callum’s home is also his. It’s a converted music room that had me gasping the first time he showed me.
This is where Callum keeps his grandfather’s upright piano from the thirties and a carefully maintained collection of vinyl records spanning classical compositions to vintage jazz. He even has a whole section dedicated to traditional Irish musicians.
Porthole windows and skylights filter light during the day, but tonight, the dark is only chased away by a few soft lamps. It’s cozy and smells like my man in here, which is the best part of the space. Well, next to the enormous Persian rug sprawled across the dark hardwood floors.
The rug is my favorite place to get Callum naked and panting.
Jazz floats from the record player as I balance my palms against his chest, working my hips over his upright cock.
“Fuck…” I pant, barely able to keep my eyes open.
Who knew that trying to fit all eight inches of him inside me would be so much work, so deliriously exhausting, and so incredible all at once?
Callum’s rough fingers latch onto my ass, yanking me down. He groans as he kneads my flesh.
I still, waiting for him to look at me again. “You okay?”
He huffs and opens his eyes. “I told you I’m fine.” His hands twitch against my skin. “Come on, don’t tease me like this.”
“You only recently got out of the hospital.” I brush my fingers over his freshest scar, just beside his heart. “We have to be careful until you fully heal.”
He took this bullet—and more—for me. My chest aches just thinking of him lying on that floor. So much blood.
“Lucy.” His tone darkens, sending a shiver down my spine. “Move.”
Heat broils me beneath my skin. I rock faster than before, slamming myself against him with my full strength.
We pant and moan together. The alcohol in my system tones down the self-consciousness that usually prevents me from taking exactly what I want.
But not tonight.
Tonight, I’m his queen. The love I have for this man gives me wings, burns golden in my blood. Every slide of our bodies against one another, every thrust of his cock, every pulse of lust reminds me that I’m his, and he’s mine. He’s never leaving me.
And I’m never letting him go.
Callum pinches my thigh to grab my attention. “Come here.”
I smile, leaning down to press my lips to his.
One of his hands glides up from my ass to the nape of my neck and squeezes tight.
I groan against him. “I love you.”
He shivers beneath me. “Love you, too, Marlow.”
The words curl through my entire body, warming, soothing, pleasing.
I’ll never get tired of hearing him say them.
Then Callum starts to thrust, propelling himself inside me at an even deeper angle.
