His gaze glides over my face. “I didn’t think I’d ever come home again,” he says quietly. “Or that when I did, so much time would’ve passed that grudges wouldn’t mean a thing. A lot of time did pass. But those grudges still have meaning. Dad didn’t even live to see retirement age, and here I am.” He dips his head until our foreheads touch. “And there’s you. Unexpected.”
“And you don’t want that?—”
He shushes me with a kiss. “I want you, rosy.” Another kiss, and then he runs his thumb over my lower lip. “I like being with you. I like waking up with you. Ilovewatching you come.”
Everything he’s saying is exactly what I want to hear. Yet there’s an emptiness inside me that wantsmore. The orgasms fill the well, but before long, it’s run dry again.
But I don’t say that. I want a reprieve from wanting more, and he can give it to me. He’s the only one who can fill me up, however temporary.
“I like when you lose control.”
I love it when a ragged groan rips from his chest because of me. I love it when his body shudders into my hold, and for a few seconds, I have the power. He’s mine to command, and he’s doing exactly what I want.
“You’re the only one who can drive me out of my mind.” He trails his fingers down my chest. “You’re doing it now.”
My chest rises and falls faster. “We can’t. Not here.”
“Why not?”
I look around but can’t see much around his broad shoulders. “The windows.” The sun’s sinking, but it’s not dark out yet.
“No one’s here, the lights are off, and the cameras only film outside.”
Thanks to the angle and the recessed door, someone would have to get right up to the tall windows and look directly at us to see anything.
His fingers are at my waistband. Desire curls through my bloodstream, filling me with a need only he can satisfy. I lick my lips when he undoes the clasp of my jeans and his warm hand brushes against my lower abdomen. Yes, this is just what I need to get out of my head.
“We can do a lot without condoms.”
His arrogant lips curl into a lazy grin. He releases my jeans. “I didn’t just order cat supplies.”
“You bought condoms?” A new level of anticipation surges inside me, pushing outward until I’m not sure if I’m excited or scared. What this man can do with his tongue and his fingershas flipped my world around and turned me into a multi-orgasm fiend.
“I have plenty now.” He drags my jeans down past my ass then crouches down, his head at crotch level. “And so many fucking ways to use them.”
Oh my god.This is happening. I need to squeeze my legs together to ease the pounding between my thighs. I’m embarrassed to find out how wet I am, and that he can see it.
He slips one shoe off, then the other. My jeans go next. I inhale a shuddering breath. My nerves are mixing with arousal, and a tremor races through me. I’m bare from the waist down, and his hot breath wafts over my belly.
“You can be nice and loud in here, Meredith.” He lifts my leg to his shoulder.
“I can’t believe we’re doing th?—”
He licks through my seam right to my clit.
“Calder!” The leg bearing my weight quivers, but he doesn’t stop. He’s a starved man, and I let loose. Finally, I can be loud, and I’m not missing this chance.
His big hands are bracing my thighs open. The door shakes as I buck against him. I don’t know what to do with my hands, moving them from his hair to flattening on the door and back to his scalp.
My orgasm builds like a storm cloud inside me, growing and expanding. Soon, I’m going to shatter.
“Yes.Yes, Calder.”
“Give it all to me, rosy.” He stops to kiss the sensitive flesh of my inner thigh. “I want every last scream. Every last moan. Every single drop of your release is mine.” He returns to my clit, his hot tongue making tight circles. He pushes a finger inside me, thrusting slowly. A contrast to what his wicked mouth is doing.
The door rattles on its hinges. I can’t hold myself still, and I don’t want to. “Oh my god.”
“That’s it. Let it build, good and strong.” He lazily pumps in and out of me. Without the clit stimulation, I’m held at the precipice, not quite able to push over, but immensely enjoying the pause. He sweeps the calloused pad of his thumb over my nub, and my hips jerk.
