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I grind my erect cock against her thigh, groaning at the sparks that shoot through my system. Lucy moans into my mouth, her nails clawing at my shoulders, digging under the neck of my shirt.
With her lips against mine, I taste her relief, her desperate need for acceptance. I recognize the same need in the way my hands cling to her body, grasping at the soft skin of her hips.
This woman will be the death of me. I’ve never wanted someone the way I want every last inch of her.
The heat between us ignites a blaze beneath my ribs, something I can’t hold back for much longer.
Our sloppy, scorching kisses quickly blaze out of control.
Soon we’re panting for breath and still refusing to let each other breathe.
I wait for her to push me away, to retreat behind her defensive walls. Instead, she shocks me by pressing into mybody with equal desperation, proving she needs this as much as I do.
Chapter 28
Lucy
We stumble like drunks toward the bedroom, our bodies knotted together in a tangle of limbs, lips, and tongues.
I anchor myself to Callum’s shirt to stop the storm from sweeping me away. The lust spiraling through me wars with the fear of being close, being vulnerable.
I’m lost at sea, hoping for a boat to come to my rescue.
Maybe that boat is Callum.
His hands roam my body, his long, thick fingers slipping beneath fabric to find my warm skin. They pause at the bottom of my bralette. “Is this okay?”
I’m so hot that I can only manage a nod before his fingertips push under it, undoing me one rough squeeze at a time.
He fits both my breasts into his hands, his fingers stroking, teasing.
And he keeps going. “You all right?”
When I nod, his hold tightensjust enough, drawing a gasp from my lips.
His hands slide down my torso, my hips, and he palms my ass with the barest of brushes. “Can I touch you here?”
“Yes.” My voice is a breathy whisper. “Please.”
Before every step, every move, he asks me first. Stops for consent.
The simple act might not mean much to some, but to me, it’s everything.
My head whirls, dizzy from the desire and unease spinning through my heart. The last time someone touched me before Callum, I wanted to die. The buzz of unwelcome hands against my skin itched and stung.
But here, with this disastrously dangerous man, my body aches with desire and arches for more. When he pauses to meet my gaze, to check in, my entire being melts in a way I can’t understand.
Maybe I don’t need to.
“Lucy.” He squeezes the back of my neck, a sensation I feel all the way down to my clit.
I sigh against his lips, my voice gone.
“I want to touch youthere.” He nips at my lip while his hand glides down my stomach. “May I?”
Eager anticipation and self-conscious excitement go off like fireworks in my chest. No one’s ever asked to touch me. I’ve never had so much control over a sexual encounter.
Thinking about that saddens me too much, so I pull back to stare into his hungry, lust-filled eyes. “Yes.”
