Page 75 of Wicked Duty
That’s all the encouragement Callum requires. When his hand slips into the front of my slacks, I gasp, shivering. He rubs his hand over the silk of my underwear, forward and back, like he’s measuring the smooth curve of my sex. If he keeps this up, he’s going to find out how wet I am.
The slow touch sparks lightning through every part of me. His hand, hot and firm, leaves me gasping, panting, squirming. My toes curl against the carpet.
I can’t breathe. Can barely think. I wonder, distantly, why I’m okay with him touching me like this. Why I’m not shakingoff the nausea but instead shuddering through pleasing little embers of heat.
Why his eyes—hot and glowing—fill my stomach with flutters too strong to be butterflies.
Viktor’s touch left me tainted, repulsed by others, but Callum—his hands, his gaze—reminds me of how good this can be.
How much I yearn to be cherished. Wanted.
Callum keeps rubbing, gentle and controlled, pressing harder with each pass. Readying me for what comes next. Heat invades me from all sides, dragging me deeper into this intoxicating lust.
Jesus, I didn’t think I’d ever have this again.
I want Callum to feel the way I do. Electrified. Crazy. Horny as hell.
My fingers fumble over the buttons of his shirt with trembling urgency, pushing under fabric until my fingertips connect with his skin?—
He grabs my wrists.
Ice cracks through my limbs. Did I do something wrong?
“Not yet.” His voice roughens with need. “Right now, I just want to make you feel good. Is that all right?”
Oh.“It’s more than all right?—”
The words are barely out of my mouth before Callum’s got me by the waist, lifting me with a growl in his throat. He closes the remaining distance between our bodies and the enormous mattress dominating the room.
Tonight, he lays me down delicately instead of tossing me around like a caveman. Not that I have any complaints about that side of him. Our previous encounter had started out perfectly well, if you ask me. But I certainly don’t mind this approach either.
As soon as I’m on my back, Callum’s greedy hands find my waist. He goes for my pants, stripping them off my legs and tossing them on the floor.
I’m sprawled out before him now, naked aside from my underwear and my purple silk blouse. I don’t know what to expect, so his next move surprises me.
Callum stands at the edge of the bed, gazing down at me. Dark desire swirls through his eyes. The muscles in his shoulders twitch and tighten. His chest heaves, and his nostrils flare. A sound rumbles from deep within him. The vibration reverberates through my muscles.
He stares until my uncertainties and fears begin to rise again. More than a minute has passed with his heavy, hungry gaze roving up and down my bare form.
My fluttering stomach churns unpleasantly.
“What is it?” I brace myself for another rejection even though I know it might kill me.
His eyes, pupils blown, drop to my thighs. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”
Warmth spreads through my entire body. “Callum.”
He springs onto the bed while I’m still reeling from his compliment, pushing my legs apart so he can lick me over my underwear.
His tongue draws a line from one end of my seam to the other, and the sensation is so sinfully hot, so delicious, my head thumps against the bed.
A small moan spills from my open mouth as he presses his face against me, only a bit of silk between him and my bare skin.
Callum inhales. “God, you smell amazing. I can’t wait to taste you.”
Even the heat of his breath so near my sensitive skin sends pleasure pinging through me in every direction.
I exhale some nonsensical reply, too aroused and embarrassed for coherence.
