Page 92 of Bad For Me (Rock Canyon, Idaho 5)

“Do you have some kind of pleather fetish?”

He opened his arms to her without answering, and she walked into them gladly. As he closed his arms around her, she leaned against his hard body and hummed with pleasure.

She could stay in his embrace forever.

“Actually, I think I just have a thing for you in those pants.”

His mouth settled over hers, his tongue tracing the outline of her lips, leaving a trail of tingles. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she stood up on her toes and rubbed her rock-hard nipples against him in response. Her breasts had been aching for him, and when

Everett’s big hands moved down from her waist to cup her ass, she moaned in protest. She wanted relief, and the feel of his hard cock against her stomach was the last straw.

“God, Callie, I want you so bad.”

His tone was as pained and frustrated as she felt, and she shook with raw need, desire pulsing in her blood as she dug her fingers into his shoulders. “I want you too, Rhett.”

A deep growl rumbled from him as one of his hands came up to hold the back of her head. Callie was caught unprepared for the rough passion that poured from Everett as he devoured her mouth. Her body caught fire, the cool air of the October night forgotten as she held on. Still, she couldn’t get close enough to relieve the throbbing between her legs, and she made a soft whimper of frustration.

“Ow, baby!” someone yelled as he drove by, honking the horn.

Callie pulled away from Everett. “We should go.”

“Yours or mine?” he asked.

“Mine’s closer,” she said.

Everett released her so quickly, she almost stumbled. Catching her elbows in his hands, he grinned sheepishly. “Sorry, I just—”

“Me too.”

They climbed into their cars, and Callie led the way to her house. Without his hands and mouth to distract her, she began playing through different scenarios in her head. She had never been completely naked with anyone since Tristan, and if she bared everything to Everett, he was going to have questions. Was she ready to answer everything?

When they rolled up her driveway eleven minutes later, Callie didn’t even have time to get out of her Jeep before Everett was there. Hands cupping her cheeks, he kissed her, his tongue darting between her lips, and she grabbed hold of him. Instead of crawling on top of her, he pulled her out, carrying her toward the house.

He broke their kiss and tried to open the door one-handed, but seeing his struggle, she reached down and did it for him. Spilling into the house and spooking Ratchet, Everett stumbled with her in his arms, and they bumped against a wall.

“Ow, geez, walk much?” she asked.

“Your damn dog was in the way!”

Her feet slid to the ground but Callie pulled his mouth back to hers, nipping at his lips and thrusting her tongue inside. She heard the door slam, and then they were fumbling down the hallway, hands everywhere on each other’s bodies.

Everett’s shirt went over his head, breaking their kiss, and Callie’s gaze feasted on his hard, defined muscles. The scars that tattooed the side of his body only enhanced his masculine beauty, and a possessive joy washed through her as she realized this man was hers. She had come through hell, and he was her reward, her light at the end of the tunnel.

And damn, she could watch him strip forever.

Pushing open the door to her bedroom, she sat down on her bed and tossed her shoes across the room. Her eyes ate him up as his hands reached for the snap of his jeans.

Ratchet started to come into the room too, but Everett took him by the collar and pushed him out gently, shutting the door behind him. “Sorry, Ratch, but we don’t need an audience.”

Callie’s giggles died as his hands returned to his jeans, the zipper shattering the quiet of the room with a loud rrrrft.

For weeks they had touched and kissed, but as Everett pushed his jeans to his ankles and stepped out of them, Callie realized that there was no way she would be able to turn back from this. Not that she wanted to, but this was the first step toward letting her walls down.

She wasn’t sure exactly when she’d fallen completely in love with him. Maybe it was when he’d shown up the day after her freak-out and opened his arms to her so easily. Or perhaps it was that first day when he’d replaced her newspaper, just to be a nice guy. But maybe it was that very first Have a nice day, Callie Jay that had done the trick. Whatever the trigger had been, it didn’t matter. She was in deep, and she was perfectly happy right where she was.

His hard cock stretched the cotton of his boxer briefs, and she held her hand out toward him. When he moved closer, she grabbed the top of his briefs and pushed them down, her hands skimming up his hips, one palm touching nothing but smooth skin while the other met the bumps and ridges of his scars. She kissed and then licked the skin above where his cock bobbed, his salty, musky scent driving her wild.

Everett’s fingers tangled in her hair as she pushed his underwear all the way to the floor. Callie cupped the sack of his balls, rolling them in her hands as she kissed his tip, licking away the drop of moisture gathered there.

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