Page 81 of Wicked Duty
After I escaped, the mere thought of intimacy with a man left me nauseated. Trembling. I couldn’t fathom ever doing this willingly again.
But now, the dread has vanished. Nothing remains but a hot, achy need in my body.
And Callum doesn’t hesitate long enough to let me stew on this new sensation.
His lips crash down to mine, desperate and all-consuming. There’s barely room for breathing when he’s like this, stealing all my air with his demanding mouth. His hands disappear into my hair, and he leans forward until our foreheads touch.
Arousal awakens as I cling to him, nothing separating us except my silk pajama set and his briefs.
His hands rake down from my hair, over my neck, shoulders, and sides, all the way past my waist. Once his palms reach my thighs, his fingers dig into them. I part my legs around his hips, allowing him to grind his heavy, muscle-bound body against me.
When his weight presses down on me, my body instinctively tenses.
Callum leans up immediately, and I already miss his warmth.
“Lucy.” His eyes trap mine. The green hue glitters in the midmorning sun. “We don’t have to do this if you’re not okay.”
“I’m okay!” The reassurance rushes out as I slide my fingers over his arms and up his shoulders, careful of his bandages. “It’s just a reflex. I swear, I’m fine.”
He shifts under my touch. “You’re sure? I don’t…after what you told me yesterday…”
I cup his cheek. “Callum. I promise it’s fine.” I release a shaky breath. “I thought I’d be nervous…and I am, a little. But I want this.” I chew on my bottom lip. “Please, Callum.”
What I don’t say…is that I need to know I’m not broken.
He wants me. And I want him.
I need to know that I can do this.
I need to know I can be okay.
Chapter 31
Lucy
He watches me for a heartbeat before dipping his chin. “Tell me if you need to stop.”
“I promise I will.” But the true fear vanished once our eyes met. I’ve never been more sure of my desires.
Of my needs.
When he rolls our hips together with agonizing slowness, the only thing my body experiences is pure, unfiltered heat.
Callum only lets me breathe long enough to strip off his briefs and remove my pajamas. He tears my shorts away while I toss my top over my head. We’re completely naked.
Both of us. Together. For the very first time.
Now, I understand why he stared the way he did last night, because the visual of Callum’s nude, chiseled physique steals the very air from my lungs.
He’s more gorgeous than I imagined, scars, tattoos, and all. Even his cock is beautiful. I must be gaping, but he simply returns my awed expression.
His eyes drag over my naked form, hypnotized by the top half of me, then the bottom half, before he leisurely returns his gaze to mine.
Without his body to anchor me, my skin chills, so I prop up on my elbows, my heart flying in my chest. I roll my lips together before submitting a request of my own.
“Get over here, Kavanagh.”
He smirks. “Yes, ma’am.”
