I liked the names quite a bit. To me, though, they indicated some form of affection deeper than just lust.
I looked at Calvin again. What was I expecting from him? Passionate, mind-blowing sex? Yes. Absolutely, 100 percent, God please, yes. But my gut told me I wanted more. My heart told me I wanted more. My brain told me I was insane for even thinking it.
Dump Neil for Calvin.
Oh boy. Jumping out of a long-term relationship and immediately into a new one was a bad idea. Assuming Calvin even wanted a relationship. It was even more of a bad idea to get tangled up with the cop who’s investigating you—sort of. Was this a conflict of interest? Calvin didn’t seem to think so. At least, not conflict enough for sex.
I had no less than a million thoughts bouncing around in my head as breakfast was finished and cleared away. I went to the bathroom, grabbed a painkiller from the medicine cabinet, and downed it with cold tap water. When I exited, Calvin was standing in the front room, staring out the window that overlooked the street below.
“How’re you feeling?” he asked, glancing up.
“A lot better,” I replied. “Thanks for breakfast.”
“Of course. Thank you for letting me cook.”
I slowly stepped up to his side, glancing up at him. “So.”
“So?” he repeated.
“I’m ready to jump you, but I guess I’m nervous over whether I read the signs right.” I laughed.
Calvin turned fully to me and smiled. He reached out, cupped my face with his big hands, and kissed my mouth. He pressed his tongue against my lips, and I opened up to it, groaning when the touch sent electricity down my spine.
“Are you sure you’re up for this?” he whispered against my mouth.
“Yeah.”
“Promise to tell me if you need to stop?”
“I promise,” I answered.
I wrapped my arms around his neck, and he walked us back toward the bedroom door. Calvin’s hand was under my shirt and pinching a nipple while I yanked his tie loose. A trail of clothes soon led into the dim room.
“Is your head okay?” Calvin asked again.
“Okay,” I confirmed breathlessly.
“Can I fuck you?” Calvin asked quietly between kisses.
What a goddamn gentleman. “Yes,” I begged. “I need you inside me.”
Once I was naked, Calvin helped me down onto the bed and finished tugging off his unbuckled trousers. His massive cock jumped to attention as it was freed, and I was both thrilled and intimidated. Definitely bigger and thicker than Neil. Fully naked himself, Calvin climbed onto the bed and leaned over me, his muscled frame pushing me down into the mattress.
He was so hot, so unbelievably sexy.
Calvin kissed me and briefly rolled his hips against mine. A shudder went through my body as our erections touched and rubbed. “Yeah, you like that, baby?” he whispered.
“Yes! Cal, please.”
“Please what?” he murmured before kissing gently along my neck.
“Please fuck me!”
He bit my chest, and I bucked up against him. “I will,” he promised. Calvin reached down to stroke me slowly, teasingly. “I’m going to shove every inch of myself into that perfect ass of yours. You want that?”
My mind was trying to stay afloat during a hurricane. Yes, I wanted that! All of it, every little bit of Calvin I wanted inside me. I wanted him to stretch me and fill me in ways I never had been. I wanted him to keep talking, to keep saying all of these dirty things to me because I found it to be an incredible turn-on that I had always been embarrassed to ask for.
Calvin was either psychic or a gifted sex partner.
