I scoffed.
“But the hand towels were folded to look like swans.”
“Okay, that’s kind of nice,” I admitted.
Calvin laughed and leaned in to kiss my mouth. “I know you grabbed the condoms,” he whispered against my lips. “Let’s go in the bedroom and I’ll make you scream my name.”
I shivered at the invitation.
Ihadthought to grab Calvin’s condoms—but I’d also thrown toothbrushes and shaving cream in the bag, so maybe it was more of an instinctive thing.
I slid my arms around Calvin’s neck, kissing him back. “How about you scream mine?”
Calvin sat up on his knees, tugging me forward. “That sounds perfect,” he murmured.
We both got to our feet, and I pushed Calvin backward while yanking his tie free. “You should probably use this on me someday,” I said, twisting the fabric briefly around my wrists.
“You’re so fucking hot.” Calvin grabbed me by the back of the head and kissed me hard.
“O-Ouch! Split lip!”
“Sorry.” He kissed the side of my mouth in an apology.
I dropped Calvin’s tie and made quick work of his button-down shirt. I shoved it from his shoulders and tossed it behind me. I ran my palms firmly along his chest while looking down. Calvin was straining against his trousers, and I loved that he was this excited and turned on for what we were going to do.
“Get naked and lay on the bed,” I ordered.
Calvin growled playfully in response, leaned down, and kissed and bit my neck instead.
My dick was painfully hard, aching for attention. I briefly succumbed to his ministrations, my own breathing hitching and a moan escaping my lips. “N-No,” I finally said. “Play fair. Pants off and be waiting for me.” I pushed Calvin into the bedroom.
I turned and sprinted across the living room, then grabbed the bag I’d tossed on the couch. My shoulder and ass still hurt from where I’d been shoved into the wall and avoided nearly being run over, but those were poor excuses to miss out on sex with a gorgeous man in a bed so big, one side would have to send me a postcard readingWish you were here! I made a mess, tossing clothes and toiletries aside, before snatching the lube and cursing until I found a condom.
Ready to go, I dropped the bag, ran to the bedroom, and skidded to a stop at the sight of Calvin sprawled out across the comforter. He had one arm resting behind his head, his free hand lazily stroking his huge cock. Damn… Calvin should have needed a permit to walk around with that thing locked and loaded.
“You like this?” he asked.
“Is that a trick question?” I stepped forward, then set the items down beside Calvin’s leg before I yanked my sweater and shirt off, dropping them to the floor.
Calvin gave an appreciative murmur as he watched. “Come on, sweetie. Show me the cock that’s going to fuck me senseless.”
“My skills aren’t exactly up to par,” I warned, shucking my jeans off. I climbed onto the bed once I was naked and moved up toward Calvin. “It’s been, like… three years.”
“You’ll be fine,” he said, reaching out to pull me closer.
I straddled Calvin’s lap, rocking lazily against him as we kissed. We’d both memorized each other’s bodies, had learned the strength and speed and motion needed to bring each other to the brink of blinding, scorching-hot bliss. Calvin’s hands pressed firmly along my shoulder blades, roamed down the links of my spine, and smoothed over my ass. I leaned down to give the beautiful freckles over his neck and chest plenty of kisses. I dragged my tongue over the hollow of his throat, and Calvin’s breath caught.
“Good?” I whispered.
“It’s always good with you. How do you want me?”
“Always naked, at my every beck and call.”
“I think Quinn may protest the sight of my balls and ass every day.”
I wiggled my eyebrows. “Pretty freckled ass.”
He kneaded my own in response. “Don’t make me beg.”
