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Every word out of her mouth had her heart beating faster, the fabric of the life she’d thought she knew being torn apart right in front of her.
“Hey,” Callum said, and she looked at him. “Right now, all we know is that your birth certificate doesn’t match any hospital records. We’ll ask your parents about it, and we’ll figure this out.”
That required entirely too much patience. She wanted it sorted outnow. A sister…a living, breathing sister. Someone she’d possibly shared a womb with. God, what had happened? Why hadn’t she grown up with her?
As if seeing her slow derailment, he cupped her cheek. “Trust me to help you through this.”
She did. She trusted this man with her life, and she was so grateful for him.
Her gaze slid down to his lips, and her belly did a little somersault. Suddenly, all she wanted was something she knew was real—him.
Reaching out, she closed the laptop, lowered it to the coffee table, and climbed onto his lap.
Callum sucked in a sharp breath. “Fiona—”
She kissed him, slipped her tongue between his lips, and let it dance with his. His fingers dug into the flesh on her hips as she ground her core against his hard length. It created an instant inferno in her belly, a storm of need and desire for this man.
Gently, she grazed her fingers down his hard chest until she met the top of his sleep pants. She was just reaching inside when his fingers wrapped around her wrists, halting her.
“Fiona, I don’t know if that’s a good idea right now.”
She slid her tongue over his bottom lip, then whispered against his mouth, “I need to feel you.”
There was a small pause as she continued to taste him. Nipped and teased. Then he released her wrist, and she slid her fingers inside his pants and briefs and wrapped her fingers around him. An instant growl tore from his chest, and she let that spur on her own need.
She tugged him out and slid her fingers and palm over his hardness, touching every inch of him, reveling in every groan and ripple from his chest.
“Jesus, Fi. You’re killing me.”
A strong, warm hand smoothed up her thigh before slipping between her legs. He slid his fingers inside her panties and grazed her clit. Sparks shot through her belly. Her back arched, and she bit back a moan.
“So damn sensitive,” he growled.
He touched her again, sliding over her, alternating between firm caresses and circular motions that created waves of sweet tension. Her back bowed again, and he tugged her toward his mouth, wrapped his lips around her nipple through her shirt.
She cried out—a long, anguished cry. He continued to work her clit and play with her nipple, until she couldn’t take it any longer. She inched up so his cock sat at her entrance. His fingers gripped her panties, and with one tug, he tore them from her body. Then, slowly, she sank onto him. Her walls stretched, and she had to remind herself to breathe. To allow the air to flow in and out of her lungs.
Once he was seated all the way inside her, she leaned forward and captured his lips once more. “You undo me, Callum Thomas.”
The second the words were out, she started to move, rising and falling in even thrusts, allowing him to fill her so completely she felt empty on every rise.
She grabbed his shoulder, trying to anchor herself as he latched onto her hips. He lifted her higher, bringing her down harder. It was different from any time before. More desperate. More intimate. And she loved every second, needing it to be exactly what it was in this moment.
When her shirt was tugged up, air hit her breasts, which bounced with her thrusts. Again, he latched onto her nipple, and every muscle clenched with pleasure. She screamed his name, her voice getting caught on the word. Her body was in turmoil, her blood pumping so fast it roared between her ears.
He released one nipple and moved to the other, while his hand returned to her clit. It was too much, her body was in overdrive. She tried to draw out the moment, to continue to thrust so she didn’t lose him, but all too soon her walls convulsed, and she broke around him.
“Fuck, I love that sound.”
His hand returned to her hip, and he kept lifting her up and thrusting her back down until he growled again, finally coming apart.
CHAPTER23
The tension rolled off Fiona in waves. They were almost at her parents’ house, and her unease had only intensified throughout the drive. Callum reached over and took her hand in his.
“Are you okay?”
She took a moment to answer. “I’m just scared I’m going to learn something today that’s going to change everything.”
