Page 153 of Rival Hero

“Creeper,” I tease.

But then… isn’t that the pot calling the kettle black?

“If it’s creepy to watch you come down from an orgasm high, then I guess I’m one of those old-fashioned dolls with the eyeballs that follow you as you move around the room.”

The climax rush battling with how damn lovable he is makes it physically impossible to hold back my giggles.

“I could watch you all night and day,” he adds before his face pinches tight. “Wait. That sounded horrible. I’m not a stalker. I mean, silently watching someone for hours is acceptable in movies or those dark romance books my sister reads, but in real life, it’s restraining order material.”

Full-on laughing, I reach for him. “Get up here, my sexy stalker.”

He moves up my body, stopping to kiss my hips on the way, one and then the other. As he passes my breasts, he pauses over them. His mouth parts, and his tongue pokes out like it’s straining for my nipples. His vision trails across every freckle and mark.

“Mia?”

I twirl my fingers through his soft brown hair. “What?”

“Baby, I want to motorboat the hell out of your breasts. Are we at the motorboat stage yet? At what point is that acceptable?”

His face shifts to pained longing when my boobs start jiggling with my unrestrained laughter. He stares at me, wearing those adorable puppy dog eyes.

I’m powerless to resist him.

Feigning annoyance, I wave my hands across my chest. “I was going to say a proper date was needed first, but go ahead. I owe you one trip around the lake in your motorboat after that orgasm.”

“And I was going to say you don’t owe me anything, but Ineedto do this, so I happily accept your offer.”

He pounces, diving into my cleavage and wobbling his head back and forth while blowing raspberries. All the while, my already boisterous laugh kicks up a few decibels, mingling with his own guffaws.

How long has it been since I’ve laughed like this?

When he stops, having thoroughly ravished my cleavage in the most adorable Cal way ever, he finishes climbing up me and captures my lips, cutting off our laughter.

He tastes like me, and it’s erotic as hell.

The mood shifts again. The fervent way he devours my mouth quickly diverts us from playful and frisky to lust-filled passion.

The way we effortlessly oscillate between flirty, funny, and lustful gives me an unmatched high. It’s the same effervescence I saw in him the night we met. A spark and a glimpse of light that draws me toward him.

I’m enraptured.

I ease my hands under the waistband of his boxers and rub his ass. “Take these off, stud.”

He pulls away and stands to remove them. I nibble my lip while he works them over his tapered hips, exposing the deepVof his defined abs. He’s got more of those drool-worthy bulging veins caressing his hips, heading to his cock.

Definitely have a vein kink.

Then again, maybe it’s just a Klein kink.

My thirsty gaze drinks in the expanse of his chest and all the ink adorning him like art. My vision lands on the angel wings over his heart and how they bleed into the shoulder and upper arm sleeve— blacks, blues, and reds all coming together as if they were born from his skin.

As his cock springs free, memories of him pressing me against the wall and slamming into my mouth careen into my consciousness.

Before that encounter, I’d never have guessed I’d enjoy being used and degraded. Hell, I surrendered my airway to his whims, literally putting my life in his hands. I knew having a bossy lover was hot, but I’d never experienced anything to that level.

The experience with Cal was purifying and cathartic.

It’s been agony living with all my guilt from hurting him, especially the more I got to know him. So I did want him to cleanse me with a punishment.

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