Page 93 of Bad For Me (Rock Canyon, Idaho 5)

“Fuck.” Everett groaned as she sucked him into her mouth, her tongue laving at him. It was everything she’d imagined that night on the phone with him. Suddenly, Callie wanted to make him happy, to make him crazy with need.

She wanted him to need her the way she needed him.

Everett’s hips jerked, sending his cock deeper into her mouth, and she ran her tongue under the head as she pulled back, circling the tip. “Stop, Callie, please,” Everett panted.

She paused, and he released her hair, pressing her back on the bed. “My turn.”

He knelt between her legs, his fingers curving under the waistband of her pants and underwear before pulling them both down and out of the way. Everett pressed his mouth against her pelvis just as his finger slipped inside and arched up. She rose off the bed with a cry when he pressed and swirled in a fast circle inside her. Electric shocks of pleasure shot out from her wet center and down the muscles of her legs, leaving her quivering.

As her hands touched the back of his head, his lips moved down, his tongue pushing between her legs. He licked her clit in short, frenzied motions, the combination of his fingers and tongue bringing on the rush of orgasm before she was prepared.

Unable to hold back any long, she screamed with release.

After a second or two, Everett lifted her back onto the bed before following her down.

“Wait.”

She got up and went over to the window. With the room encased in moonlight, she could still see him clearly, and although she wanted nothing between them, she knew she wasn’t ready to have him looking at her. At her scars.

After closing the curtains and plunging them into darkness, she crawled back onto the bed. Then Callie took a deep breath and, before she could talk herself out of it, pulled her shirt up and over her head.

Condom. She felt across for her nightstand drawer. Once she found the knob, she fished around inside, and finally took out a square foil package.

“Whatever you’re thinking, no, I don’t usually bring guys back here.” Without waiting for him to deny it, she pushed him onto his back and climbed over him. “That doesn’t mean a girl shouldn’t be prepared.”

“I had one in my wallet.”

Holding the condom between her lips, she took his hands and placed them over her breasts. He squeezed her lightly, and she moaned, arching to press them into his hands. The rough skin of his palms wreaked havoc on her sensitive nipples, and it was glorious.

Ripping open the condom with her teeth, she slipped it over his hard-on. When he was completely sheathed, she lifted up to position his cock at her entrance.

“I’m glad you have an extra condom. I’m sure we’ll need it.”

Everett laughed until she pressed her hips down and closed her eyes as he slipped inside, stretching her muscles. His hands cradled her breasts, smoothing his thumbs over her nipples and sending frissons of heat down her spine.

When he was fully inside her, a slow smile spread across her lips. Callie was in bed with a man she loved, completely naked. No barriers. No walls.

“Are you ready for me?”

EVERETT COULDN’T SEE Callie moving above him, but he could feel every part of her. From the warm, wet delight of her channel to the hand on his chest and the other resting behind her on his thigh, he was caught up in the rhythm of her body dancing with his.

Her hips rolled and lifted over him, twisting in a seductive circle that brought him deep inside her. His hands rested on her hips, pressing her down as he thrust up beneath her.

When she’d closed the drapes, he’d had no idea she was going to take off her shirt, but once she’d placed his hands over her bare breasts he’d known it was a gesture of trust. She’d told him herself—she never took her shirt off during sex, yet she’d done just that with him. It didn’t matter that she wasn’t yet ready for him to see her; he’d felt her.

And she was amazing—soft, warm, and his.

But there was no way he could last forever, not with the way those little sounds of hers were driving him wild. She’d asked if he was ready for her, and he’d thought he was but that had been the shy and sweet Callie.

The woman above him was a siren, and he was completely under her spell.

As her breathing because rushed and uneven, he felt her muscles squeezing his cock, telling him she was getting close. God, he wished he could see her fully naked and riding him, her breast glowing in the moonlight, but he knew it was just a matter of time.

Her hips jerked, and she cried out, but he kept her moving, his hands rocking her hips in a steady, brisk pace, helping her ride out the orgasm until she fell forward onto his chest and sighed. “Mmmm.”

Still hard inside her and throbbing for release, Everett pressed his mouth into her hair. “Callie?”

“Yeah?”

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