Page 6 of Hell Hath No Fury
I don’t get to finish because he hits a spot inside me, making me come, hard and fast, just like he promised. It would be embarrassing how easy he got me off if he wasn’t right there behind me. He pressed me against the door, his face buried in the crook of my neck as he emptied inside me, and all I could do was hold on.
We stay just like that, body to body, our breathing ragged. I’m grateful that he’s holding me because otherwise, I’d be on my knees.
Hayden pulls back enough so he can see me. He smooths a strand of hair behind my ear. “I’ve missed you,” he says, his lips brushing against my forehead, just where my scar begins.
“Missed you more.”
Still, inside me, he pulls me closer to him as he slowly walks us toward the bedroom.
“We should probably pick up our stuff. If Eric comes home…”
“He isn’t coming home tonight,” Hayden says as he opens the door to his room.
Flicking on the bedside lamp, he lays me down on the bed. I’m so spent, I don’t have it in me to protest him manhandling me like this.
He settles between my legs, and I watch him. If I thought he was ripped in college, it’s nothing compared to how he looks now. His body is his temple, each muscle well defined from hours spent in the gym. I place my hand against his chest, slowly sliding my fingers down his abs to his…
“Nope,” Hayden’s fingers wrap around my wrist, stopping me from reaching him.
“Nope?”
He can’t be serious, can he?
Amusement twinkles in his irises. “Nope.”
* * *
Hayden
I place my knee on the mattress as I settle between her spread legs. Tingles run down my body as naked skin meets naked skin. I kiss the side of her jaw, and I run my hands over the sides of her body, watching her eyes darken in need. Light and shadow play over her body, her chest rising and falling rapidly.
It feels surreal. I just had her, but I’m ready to do it all over again. I’mplanningto do it all over again. It’s like no matter how many times I’ve kissed her, how many times we have sex, I can never have enough.
“What did you say earlier, again?” I ask, my fingers sliding up her flat stomach, cupping her breasts.
“Hmm…”
“Tell me, Callie,” I urge, tweaking those pink nipples between my thumb and forefinger. “What did you say?”
“That you’re a bossy asshole?”
I gently nip at the crook of her neck. “Before.”
“I can’t think with your mouth on me.”
“Try harder.” She tries to reach for me, but I grab her wrists, pinning them over her head.
“That you can do whatever you want with me?” she breathes.
“Good, now keep those hands up so I can see them and spread those pretty thighs.”
Callie lets out a shaky breath but does as I ask. I watch her body spread over our bed, drinking her in. My cock throbs painfully, already hard, but I ignore the need to bury myself in her. There will be time for that later.
“You’re so damn beautiful,” I whisper, slowly working my way down her body. I pepper the kisses over the exposed skin,the goosebumps appearing in my wake as I make my way down. I lift one breast, sucking the pebbled nipple in my mouth.
“Hayden,” Callie moans, her back arching off the mattress, her fingers digging into my hair.
Letting the nipple pop out of my mouth, I growl: “On the mattress.”
