Page 55 of Callum
The second Fiona’s lips met Callum’s, she forgot about Kasey and every word that was spoken in that bathroom. She forgot that someone had broken into her home, had akeyto her home, and allowed herself to get lost in him.
She slid her fingers through his hair, his locks surprisingly soft. Her lips separated and when he slipped his tongue inside, she couldn’t breathe. Her lungs refused to cooperate.
A moan sounded from somewhere deep inside her, and the second it reached air, Callum growled and lifted her. Immediately, she wrapped her legs around him, her dress scrunching around her waist. God, being pressed against him, having his warmth blanket her, it was like nothing else. Whenever this man held her, whenever the hard ridges of his body pressed against her soft ones, he felt strong and powerful and just a bit like home.
Their tongues melded together as they tasted each other. There was the sound of steps below her as he moved, the brush of air across her shoulders. She didn’t have to open her eyes to know they were in her bedroom.
She reached for the base of her dress and tugged it over her body. All she wore under it was panties, no bra, and the second Callum’s gaze lowered to her chest, his eyes darkened to the shade of a starless night sky.
“You’re so beautiful, Fi.” She didn’t have time to respond before his head lowered and he took one of her pebbled nipples between his lips.
It was instant fire. An immediate eruption of desire and need.
She latched onto his shoulders and threw her head back, feeling every flick of his tongue against her peak. Every swirl and suck. It was torture but it was also heaven. An intoxicating annihilation of the world around her. Her nails dug into his flesh. Too soon, it wasn’t enough. She ground her hips against him.
“Callum…” Her whisper was more of a plea. A desperate call for more of him.
He released her nipple with a pop and lay her on the soft mattress. Then she watched as he unbuttoned his shirt, so devastatingly slowly that she wanted to squirm. Every inch of bronzed skin that came into view had more heat pooling between her thighs. He was the most beautiful man she’d ever laid eyes on. It was like someone had crafted him with so much attention to detail that no other person could compare.
When the shirt was gone, he moved on to his slacks, first undoing the button, then the zipper.
The beats of her heart stumbled over each other as her nerves grew to an almost violent vibration in her chest.
He toed off his shoes as he pushed his pants down, his eyes never leaving hers. Then he stood in front of her, in only briefs, looking so damn gorgeous it nearly scared her. He hadn’t been in the plans she’d carefully crafted for herself when she’d moved here. In fact, he was about as far from them as possible. But here and now, he felt so right.
His knee hit the bed beside her, dipping the mattress. Then he lifted one of her heels and unbuckled it before dropping the shoe to the floor. He did the same to the other, and it, too, hit the carpet with a thud. Then he crawled up her body, every inch aligning them together. On his way, he pressed a kiss to her belly, then to a small oval birthmark on her rib cage.
“What’s going on in that pretty head of yours?” he asked, once he hovered over her.
She cupped his cheek, debating whether to give the truth or a pretty lie. “I didn’t see you coming.”
“Am I a good surprise?”
The corners of her lips tugged up. “The best.”
Then she kissed him again, a slow exploration, while lifting one leg and sliding it behind him, urging him closer. He lowered against her, only their underwear separating them. It made her want to arch. To push into him and feel more.
His hand lowered to her breast, and he cupped her, his thumb running over her nipple. She groaned and writhed, impatient. With two hands, she latched onto his wrist and tugged it down her body, guiding it inside her panties. At the first swipe of his finger down her slit, she bowed up. He did it again, and this time a strangled cry cut through the air.
His mouth lowered to her throat and sucked. “Those sounds destroy me, Fi.”
Then, with a single finger, he entered her and began to thrust in a rhythm so deep and steady, her entire body moved with him. Her hips rose to meet his hand, her breasts bouncing at the action.
“Yes.” She threw her head back and scrunched her eyes, lost in the pressure building inside her. Unable to move or see or breathe.
His thumb worked her clit, his finger continuing its torment while his mouth never left her neck. He nipped and sucked. Pleasure flashed through her from every place he touched.
Then, almost desperately, she slid her hand from his wrist to his briefs and inside to find his cock. It was long and hard, and it pulsed in her hold, making heat flare up her arm.
Callum stilled and growled, but never removed his finger from inside her. She explored his velvety length, the muscles in his chest bunching and flexing against her breasts at her movements. On every slide of her palm, he grew and thickened. His groans became louder as she became more daring, learning what he liked. What made the muscles in his body harden and his breath shorten.
When a primal growl rippled from his chest, he lifted his head and crashed his lips to hers.
“Tell me you want this,” he demanded between desperate kisses.
“I want this,” she breathed. She couldn’t think of a single thing she wanted more in this moment.
He rolled to the side and she let out a strangled cry that was supposed to be a complaint. He lifted his slacks and pulled out his wallet. When she saw the foil in his fingers, her pulse picked up. Then he pushed his briefs down and her breath caught.
