Page 125 of Shattered

“But don’t do it just for me. I want you to be comfortable around me.”

“You make me more comfortable than anyone else ever has.”

He ran his fingers through her hair.

“Can I kiss you?” he whispered against her temple.

“You don’t have to ask that. The answer will always be yes.”

He smirked at her response and brushed his lips against hers.

It was much slower than the previous night. He took his time teasing her, then commented that she deserved it due to the fact that he had barely been able to focus most of the night knowing exactly what she was hiding underneath her skin-tight black dress.

When said dress was finally pulled over her head and he found the small little ties covering her nipples, he let out a slew of curses in a few different languages, then added with a wide eyed

grin, “This feels like the best treasure hunt of my life.”

Sam laughed.

He slowly pulled one of the ribbons, letting the fabric fall away from her breast, then he tugged free the bow on the other cup as well. He leaned back to admire the view.

“I like this.”

“I have three of them. Black, red, and white,” Sam said with a smile.

“Where are the red and white ones?”

“In Kristin’s bag. I’m saving them for another day.”

He licked his lips and growled, “Woman, you are going to be the death of me.”

Sam burst out in a fit of laughter. “Maybe I should wear them under my work uniform.”

Callum groaned out loud and buried his face between her breasts.

But then he tilted his head and bit her nipple. She sucked in a deep breath, which quickly turned into a moan as she felt his fingers slip down to where that missing strip of fabric should have been.

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He only took her once that night, but it didn’t matter. Sam had no sense of time or space, or truthfully anything other than what it felt like when he filled her; when he stretched her; when he made her whimper, and cry, and scream out his name.

When it was over, Callum spent a few minutes kissing the skin of her back and watching as the sheen-covered canvas filled with goosebumps.

She had no idea what time it was—that small alarm clock that had been sitting on the bedside table had been knocked to the ground at some point—but she was surprised how wide awake she felt.

“Can I ask you a question?” Callum whispered as he pulled her body close to his.

Sam’s response was a nod and a giggle.

“How have you been able to avoid sex for so long?”

She turned back to face him.

“I don’t know. There were a lot of factors that probably played into that.”

“Okay.”

She was glad he didn’t feel the need to pry any further.

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