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I trail a finger over her pink cheek. “I understand.”
She sits down on the leather couch across from the granite fireplace. “Wow. This might be the most comfortable piece of furniture I’ve ever sat on.”
I plunk down beside her. “It kind of absorbs your body.”
“Mmm.” She closes her eyes. “I could totally fall asleep here.”
Asleep? I’m nowhere near done with her. But if it’s sleep she wants…
“If you’re tired, we can go to bed. This couch is awesome, but the bed is better.”
“Donny…”
“Hmm?”
“How many women have you brought here?”
Crap. She really wants to go there? “Why is that important?”
“It’s not. I’m just curious.”
I could lie to her and tell her she’s the first. Or I could also lie to her and say I don’t remember. Truth is, I do remember.
“Six,” I say. “Including you.”
Her eyes go into circles. “Six?”
“Including you,” I repeat.
She says nothing.
“Does that surprise you?”
“Well…yeah. It surprises me that you know the actual number. And it kind of sucks that I’m the sixth. Even the fifth would be better.”
“But it’s better than the seventh.” I smile, hoping she’ll giggle.
She doesn’t.
“Callie, I haven’t lived as a monk.”
“I know that.”
“Then why’d you ask?”
She sighs. “Hell if I know.”
“I respect you too much to lie to you. So I won’t lie to you when I tell you that you mean something to me.”
“Oh?”
“Yeah. I’m feeling something different for you. It’s a… I’m not sure I can put it into words. All I can tell you is it’s not my MO to fuck a woman without taking care of her first.”
“So I bring out the selfishness in you?”
I drop my mouth open but then notice the dancing in her eyes. She’s teasing me.
“I suppose you’re right. I’ve been ridiculously selfish. And it’s not because I don’t want to give you pleasure. I’ve dreamed about sliding my lips over every inch of your body, Callie. About burying my face between those long legs and licking you until you scream. Of sucking and biting your nipples. Of…” I squirm, adjusting the crotch of my pants.
“Why haven’t you?”
“Oh, I will. It’s been my intention all along. But then I get near you. And all I can think about is being inside you. It’s… It’s like you’re a drug or something, and I need a fix.”
Even I don’t believe the words that just tumbled out of my mouth.
That doesn’t make them any less true.
“Really?” she says. “You want me that much?”
“Fuck yes.” I trail a finger over her jawline, down her silky neck. “I want you that much.”
“Well, then.” She smiles, covering my hand with hers and bringing my finger to her lips. “Take me.”
Chapter Thirty
Callie
“You don’t know what you’re asking,” he says.
“I know very well what I’m asking. Take me hard and fast, like you have before.”
“Callie, I want—”
“We’ll get there,” I say. “Right now, I want you as you are. As you want me.”
“Okay,” he says, “but we’re going to be naked this time.”
I smile. “Then take off your clothes, sailor.” I lift my dress over my head and toss it on the chair next to the couch.
My thong is somewhere over by the door in shreds, so I’m naked, my nipples jutting out like pencil erasers.
Donny’s eyes go wide.
Nice.
Very nice.
“I’ve shown you mine,” I say. “Now you show me yours.”
He yanks off his jacket quickly and tosses it on top of my dress. Then his shirt. He rips it in two, and buttons go flying.
I squeal and then let out a giggle.
But not for long.
My gaze lands on his incredible chest and abs. Hairless and smooth, rippled and hard.
Oh. My. God.
“Like what you see?” he teases.
“Do you?” I taunt back.
Where is this coming from? I’m not a natural flirt, and though I know my body is nice, it’s not stacked like my sisters’.
Donny Steel is bringing out the siren in me.
And you know what?
It’s fun.
“I love what I see, Callie. You’re fucking beautiful. Perfect, even.”
“Ditto on that.” I eye his crotch. “Keep going.”
He kicks off his shoes—Donny is a Steel who actually doesn’t wear cowboy boots—and unbuckles his belt. Down go his pants and boxer briefs…
And out springs his huge cock.
I can’t help myself. I gape at it. Already I know it’s big. It’s been inside me twice. But actually seeing it. Ogling it… In the flesh…
It’s magnificent.
Slightly darker than the rest of him, it’s straight with a perfectly formed head. Two veins swirl over the top, intertwining like the marbling in a fine cut of beef.
He’s a fine cut of beef all right.
Wow.
Fucking wow.
His pants and underwear join the rest of the clothes on the chair.
Then I giggle.
His eyes widen.
“The socks, Don.”
His chiseled cheeks pink a bit as he looks down at his black socks. “What? This look doesn’t turn you on?”
I giggle again. Because I’m so turned on. He can screw me wearing the socks, for all I care. I won’t balk at it.
