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She whimpers, shaking her head.
I thrust my tongue inside her, fucking her with it, in and out, slow. Her hips lift in time with my tongue and she pants out hard, harsh, moany breaths.
“I can make you come like this, Callie,” I tell her quietly, never taking my mouth from her perfect flesh. “Do you want me to make you come, baby?”
A high-pitched purr comes from the back of her throat.
I open my mouth and suck at her lips, dragging my tongue inside, licking every fucking inch of her like I own this pussy—like I own her. And some dark, possessive part of me wants to hear her say I do.
“Tell me you’re mine.”
I slip two fingers inside her, pumping and groaning at how hot and wet and perfectly snug she is.
“I’m yours, Garrett,” She moans softly. “Oh God . . . I’m yours.”
I lift Callie’s leg higher, adding a third pumping finger and grazing her swollen, rigid little clit with my teeth.
“Always?” My voice is demanding, harsh.
Slowly, Callie opens her eyes and gazes down at me.
“Always,” she whispers, touching my cheek, my jaw. “I’ve always been yours.”
And I smile against her skin. “Good answer.”
Then I give her what she needs, what we both want—I suck and feast on her, fucking her with my fingers and rubbing firm, constant circles on her clit with my tongue. She comes so hard, clamping down around me, her head against the wall, back arching, her mouth open, gasping silently.
When it’s over, I kiss her thigh, her hip and stomach, reverently. I stand up and kiss her pouty mouth. She laughs against my lips, sounding a little silly, a lot satisfied.
The kiss deepens and she makes that purring sound in the back of her throat that drives me crazy. We turn together, like we’re dancing, and fall on the mattress, nipping at each other, laughing because it feels so good.
Callie rises up on her knees, tugging my sweatpants down my legs. My cock springs up, thick and so ready.
“Your turn.” She wiggles her eyebrows.
She crawls over me, ass in the air—so I smack it. Callie giggles, dips her head and licks her way up my dick like it’s her favorite flavor Popsicle. She sucks at the head and pumps me with her hand—making my vision go fucking white behind my eyelids. She takes me in her mouth, nudging the back of her throat, and bobs her pretty head up and down—sloppy and sucking and so god damn good.
Nope . . . nope . . . too good.
I pull her up, under her arms, bringing her face up to mine.
“I don’t want to come in your mouth tonight.” I kiss her harshly. “I want to fuck you, baby.” I kiss her again, lashing with my tongue. “Can I fuck you, Callie?” I want to pound into her, ride her pussy until she forgets her name and only knows mine. “Will you let me fuck you, baby?”
She moans, breathing hard.
And then she smiles.
“Well . . . since you asked so nicely.”
I roll her under me. Her legs are spread and her sweet lips glisten with how much she wants me. And my cock is right there at her opening, ready to push and slide into all that slick tightness.
But I stop. Because my dick is bare . . . and we really need a condom. And because I wasn’t exactly thinking with the brain above my shoulders, I left my wallet in the Jeep.
“God damn it,” I growl. “Do you have condoms?”
She shakes her head.
Going outside half-naked in the icy rain is going to be hard on my hard-on. But, in the end . . . worth it.
“I left my wallet in the Jeep.” I press my lips to her forehead. “I’ll be right back.”
I go to move, but Callie holds my wrist.
“Or . . . or we could not use anything.”
I freeze. Because this is a big deal for us. We were here before, a thousand years ago, when we were young and stupid and invincible. It didn’t end well.
“Callie?”
“I’m on the pill, Garrett.” Her eyes are big and vulnerable. It makes me shake with the need to protect her, from everything and for always. “And I trust you.”
And suddenly, what was playful and dirty . . . becomes something different. Something more and meaningful, and loaded with more emotions than I can name.
Everything I feel for her is right there on my face. How much I want this, how I would die before I ever did anything to hurt her, how I need to know that she means it.
“Are you sure, Cal?”
“I want to . . .” she whispers, taking my hand and bringing it to her breast. “I want to be close to you like that again. Feel you . . . just you and me.”
