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“I've thought about you every night.”
He groans. “Don't say that.”
“Why not?”
“Because it makes me want to strip every single piece of clothing off your body.”
I look up at him, unsmiling. “And that's wrong, because...”
He blinks twice, as if he's trying to work me out. “Because.” His voice is strangled, disappearing into nothing as his mouth crashes to mine again.
I fall back against the wall, the cool bricks scratching me through my clothes as he digs his fingers into my waist. They burrow beneath my shirt as he kisses me frantically. He's hard, and I grind a little, enough to feel him gasp into my mouth.
I hitch a leg around his hip. He grabs my calf, fingers tracing a line of fire past my knee and inside my thigh, before he thrusts against my core.
The next moment he lifts me higher, until both my legs are wrapped around his waist. He takes my weight in his hands, the added height letting him press exactly where I want him.
Callum runs his lips down my exposed neck, nipping and kissing his way to the dip at the base of my throat. The sensation spears straight through me, forcing a moan from my lips as he pins me to the wall.
I feel a strange mixture of vulnerability and safety. He drops his head onto my shoulder,
nose pressed into my throat. I feel his breath on me, hot and harsh, and it brings goose bumps out on my skin. Then he's kissing me again, more gently than before, his lips tender and soft. It makes me ache from the inside out, my body pulsing with need.
Slowly, he pulls my legs from his hips, lowering me to the ground. His fingers are still stroking my thighs.
“I should take you home,” he whispers, kissing the sensitive spot between my throat and my ear.
“Yes,” I murmur breathlessly.
“To my home.”
“Yes.”
17
“This is me,” Callum says between kisses. He slides a key into the lock. The front door is as smart as the rest of the house—as the street—perfectly painted in a glossy black.
“Nice.” I nip at his bottom lip. He pulls me against him until I feel him harden through his trousers. My breath hitches with desire.
“Mmhmm.” The door opens, and we half-tumble inside. My heels click against the polished hardwood floor, and for a moment I wonder if I should take them off. But I'm so short in my bare feet that I'll end up with my face in his chest and I'm not ready for that. Yet.
Callum hooks his hands beneath my jacket, sliding it off my shoulders. It falls to the floor in a pool of black fabric, and I step over it as he pushes me along the hallway. His fingers brush my bare shoulders, rough and demanding against my sensitive skin. Then he scoops the hair away from my neck, holding it in his fist, and presses his lips against my throat.
I might moan. A lot. He's finding sensitive spots I didn’t realise existed, laying claim to them one by one. Every kiss is a brand on my skin, staking his ownership, and the sensation is overwhelming.
“So fucking beautiful.” His mouth reaches my shoulder. “Every inch of you.”
I swallow hard as his lips brush down to my clavicle. He reaches behind me, fingers finding my zip and tugging. That's when nervousness overtakes me, as I realise we're really doing this thing. That I'm going to get naked in front of my ex-boss.
My spine stiffens as soon as I think about it. He's going to see everything; the way my right hip curves much more than my left, the way my shoulder is off-centre, making me lopsided. His hands freeze halfway down my back.
“Are you okay?”
Blood pools beneath my cheeks. I nod, but say nothing. He cups the back of my head, his voice as soft as his eyes.
“Do you want to stop? You only have to say the word...”
Disappointment floods through my veins. “Do you want to stop?”
