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She sat up with her back against the headboard. “Of course. I understand. I’m just nervous.”
He walked back to her. “I don’t want to think about anything or anyone but you. I want to forget lots of things and explore a lot of new things with you.” Leaning over her, his gaze explored her face. “Beautiful, sexy, amazing Callie.”
While they shared slow and drawn-out kisses, she thought back to the first one in the movie theatre, when she’d made first moves. She wanted that feeling again.
He backed away to unbutton his shirt. Her eyes watched each button pop through the fabric, and her heart clipped along a little faster. He opened the shirt to reveal the tiniest trail of blond hair right above his waistband of his dark jeans. The shirt fell to the floor behind him.
She reached out and glided over the ridges of his abs and skimmed right along the top of his pants, warm skin under her fingers. “You’re gorgeous, Liam.”
When she moved to make room for him, the bedding slipped down, and her upper body was exposed. She grabbed for the sheet, yanking to cover herself, but his big hand softly grabbed hers.
“I want to see you.” He leaned over her, boxing her in with his arms, creating long dunes of muscles as they tensed.
“You saw me yesterday.”
“I want to see, taste, and feel you over and over again.”
She tried to reconcile the words in her head. The lights were on. He looked her in the eye. This man wanted to see all of her. The knowledge released her soul like the petals of a young flower opening in a spring rain.
She let the bedding slip down, exposing her to his worshipping. Any excess baggage she’d carried fell away with the bedding.
“Fuck.” His pants tented impressively and quickly.
“Is that an invitation or an exclamation?” she teased, running her fingers down his pants front, tracing an outline over his cock.
“Both.”
Liam slowly moved farther onto the bed. His mouth started at her neck, and he worked down her body. Her nipples strained, and she writhed until he had no choice but to wrap his lips around the peaked flesh and give her the attention she wanted and deserved.
“Liam,” she panted his name as her body heated low and deep. The warmth seared through her body.
While he continued his torturous attention, she reached out, and her nimble fingers flicked the button on his pants. Lowering the zipper, she slipped her hand in.
Commando … yes.
“I ran out of underwear.” He lifted his head and flicked his eyebrows. Pushing from the bed, he stood and let the pants drop to the floor.
Callie couldn’t help but stare. He was worth staring. She caught his gaze and how it never strayed from her body once.
“No man’s ever looked at me like that.” The words slipped from her mouth before she realized they were what she was thinking.
“Then they were idiots.”
Maybe they were. Or maybe she was. She wasn’t a timid mouse. She was a raging lioness, ready to pounce. The confidence she flaunted in the cockpit was the real her. But in relationships, she avoided taking the initiative. Hiding behind loose clothing and tight hair buns as a smokescreen, like Meg had said. She buried her needs below miles of fears and apprehension that getting close to a man might mean losing her strength, but with the right guy, it only meant gaining so much more. If she could put a seven-ton vehicle down during a storm, she could create her own tempest of life.
“Liam, I want you to go down on me, again.”
He didn’t hesitate, moving in a flash under the sheets and between her legs. His lips and tongue caressed across the softness. There wasn’t a nerve in her body not on fire. She fisted the sheet under her in her hands as he concentrated his energy on the one place. The man knew how to please a woman. The rage of the storm rose up in her, but she wasn’t drowning in fear of being exposed to him. She was riding on the upsurge of a connection she never wanted to end when the wave finally crashed over her body.
She called out his name, and he slowed his attention. The eye of the storm was on her, and in seconds, so was he.
His body covered her. His cock pressed into her stomach, and she heated quickly again. “Whatever you want, my goddess.”
Like Hera?
Callie represented women, big, small, young, old, confident, and awkward. She found herself wanting more of almost everything in life, and definitely more of this man. Her radar for men had always been kind of wonky. But this time, it was dead on.
Callie wrapped her arms around him, pulled him close and rolled until she was on top. Control. She wasn’t letting it go.
