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“Do you approve?” he asks. It appears my answer really matters to him. I find myself fighting tears. How have I grown this attached? I need to quit questioning it. It happened, and I need to accept it.
“I do.”
His smile grows as pride and excitement bounce in his eyes. “I wanted to create your vision, something that would truly benefit this town, that would bring jobs and beauty here without taking anything away.” His passion for this project shines through in his eyes and tone. I feel his sincerity. This resort will be more than just another business for him; it will be a labor of love.
“I was a jerk about all of this when you first came. You could’ve done whatever you wanted. It means a lot that you value my words so much and my love for this place,” I tell him. I turn his way, giving him all of my attention.
“We’re all jerks when we’re passionate about something. We can do this together. I want you to be involved in this... as a paid employee. Your time matters,” he tells me.
I give him a sly smile. “I’m not on the clock right now,” I tell him. “Take me home. I missed you.”
His smile grows. He pulls me in close and kisses me with so much hunger I become a puddle in his arms. We kiss beneath the stars for long, hot moments, before he finally loads me into his vehicle. It’s time to go home, and I’ll show him just how thankful I am to be a part of his life.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Sasha
We rush to get back to my place, both of us needing to be closer. I’m not sure how we make it inside the house, but somehow we do. He presses me against the door and ravages my mouth until we both can’t breathe. We move into the bedroom still kissing until he hits the bed. I push him back, then smile at his shocked face.
I climb on top of him, his hard thighs beneath me as I lean down and rub my sensitive breasts against him. I ache all over. I gaze down at him, his mouth only inches from mine.
“You’re breathtaking,” he whispers, making my heart flutter.
I gaze at him for long moments, missing being this close to him. He finally lets out a moan before he wraps a hand tightly around me and pulls me tighter against him, bringing our lips back together and kissing me hard.
I can taste wine on his lips and want to keep drinking. I’ve never desired someone as much as him, never wanted to be this greedy. I want it all and so much more. He slips his tongue inside the hollow of my mouth, retreating for only seconds before plunging back in again and again. He pulls back slightly then takes my bottom lip between his teeth and gently bites down, making me moan. He pulls away and trails kisses along my jaw.
My breath is taken from me again when he flips me off of him, then swipes his tongue along my neck before sucking my tingling skin, making me shudder with absolute need. His fingers slide up my shirt as he caresses my stomach and then up below my breasts, and I ache even more.
He presses his lower half against me, and I feel his thickness. I press upward, wanting our clothes to be gone. He kisses his way to my neck before taking my lips again, our tongues dancing together as we press into each other. I can barely catch my breath.
Finally he breaks away and throws off my shirt and bra, dancing his fingers over my breasts without touching me where I want his touch the most. I’m on fire and only he can quench the flames. When I’m about to scream, he finally cups my breasts and rolls my nipples between his fingers, applying just the right amount of pressure to make me cry out again. He pulls back and devours me with his eyes before lowering his head and swiping his tongue across the center of my throat. I throw back my neck and arch. He moves down, licks my breasts, then circles my nipples.
“More,” I demand. I feel his smile before he takes my hardened peak into his mouth and sucks hard while his teeth scrape against my sensitive flesh. He sucks and nibbles until I’m a mass of nerves. More. I need so much more. It’s been too long.
He continues ravishing my breasts while he presses himself against my covered core. I want our clothes gone, want him buried deep inside of me. I push against him, demanding he give me what we both need.
He brings his lips back to mine for a brief moment before he rises, then finally strips the rest of our clothes away. Finally! I look over his beautiful body before he covers me again. This man is pure perfection.
He slides his hand down the length of my body, whispering his fingers over my breasts, taking his time teasing my nipples, then moves down and skates them over my trembling stomach until he finally reaches the place I need his touch the most. He opens my thighs wider, then immediately dips his fingers into my wet heat while his thumb brushes over my clit, as I cry out.
“Take me, Callan, please,” I beg him. “No more foreplay.” I love the teasing, but it’s been too long. I want all of him sunk deep within me.
His eyes burn as he looks up at me, and I know I’ve pushed him over the edge. He pulls from my hot body then positions himself over me, the head of his large erection resting at my entrance. I push up again, needing us to be one. He takes my hip in his hand and pushes forward, parting my folds and slipping inside inch by beautiful inch. Finally! We’re one.
I wrap my legs around him and he doesn’t pause before pulling out and slamming back in. His eyes go dark as he begins pumping. I meet him thrust for thrust as our cries and groans fill the air around us.
He bends down and captures my lips, our bodies entwined in every way. He pushes faster, harder, and I demand more. I hold on tight as he loves me the way he should every single day for the rest of our lives.
I let go with another hard thrust, wrench my lips from his, and let out a scream as an orgasm overtakes me, my body clenching, my soul soaring. He pumps faster then lets out his own cry as I feel his heat release inside me. I hold on tight as we shake together, utter satisfaction filling us both.
It takes long moments to come down from our high after he collapses against me. I rub the length of his back, his weight a perfect comfort. I love how his chest feels against mine, love how intimate this moment is. I’m in love with him and I never want to let him go.
He shifts and I grumble, but he only chuckles before pulling me close, his hand on my back, my head on his chest as I listen to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.
“I’ll never be gone that long again,” he assures me, making my heart swell even more. I’m not sure he can keep his promise, but for the moment it’s a wonderful ending to a perfect night. I snuggle in closer.
I close my eyes and hold on with all I have. I don’t tell him I love him, but I show him in every possible way I can. He owns me now, and my fear is evaporating. This is too right to feel anything other than absolute pleasure. I hope it lasts a lifetime, but I’ll take even one more moment over nothing at all.
