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“Awkward?” I forced a laugh that came out more of a disgusted grunt.
“Red, I didn’t want to make assumptions. I mean, maybe you’re so pissed off at me that you don’t want to share my bed.” He looked out the floor-to-ceiling window and massaged his nape.
I cocked my head. “Why would I be mad at you? Seems like this is all my fault.”
He jerked his gaze to me. “Fuck that nonsense. Neither of us are to blame here. Shit happened. We’ll deal.”
“Then what changed? I’m blameless, you’re guiltless. Why would you even begin to imagine I wouldn’t want to sleep, or do more, right next to you?”
He strode to my side. “Nothing has changed. I want you in my bed. Hell, I want you in my bed for the next fifty years.” He grabbed my hips and tugged me close. “If you want in my bed, that’s where you’ll be.” He lowered his head and captured my lips in a fiery, seeking kiss.
Without relinquishing my mouth, he backed me toward the bed, nudged me until my butt hit the mattress. He dropped to his knees, wedged his hips between my thighs, and his tongue stroked into my mouth, exploring the depths like a spelunker. Then he pressed my shoulders until my back landed on the pillowy softness. Finally ending the bone-melting kiss, he pulled my hips forward, until my ass was on the very edge. He grabbed one calf, then the other and propped my heels on his shoulders. Hands trailing from my collar bone, down my breasts where he paused to squeeze the swells and thumb my hard nipples. Desire sparked through me with a delicious hum that I released as a soft, needy moan. I covered his hands with mine, encouraging him to linger. The pump and release of his hands caused a rush of sensation between my thighs, and my panties dampened. God, I was so ready. For the release of the tension that had been like a vise, and for Callan’s sexual energy.
His hands slipped away, leaving mine in place and my hips rocked as he nimbly unbuttoned my jeans. I lifted my pelvis as he tugged the denim down, then off my body.
When he blew softly on my bare, heated flesh, I shivered. “Oh my God.”
“Like that, huh?” He blew again.
Then stroked his fingers through my wet folds, exposing me to his gaze.
I propped up on my elbows and watched him stare intently, reverently even, at my pussy. He licked his lips and all I could think about was he better lick me with that much intensity. He thumbed my clit and my thighs clenched, my hips rocked up, seeking more contact.
His gaze heated as he watched one finger disappear into my body. When he tucked a second finger in and pumped them both, I moaned, flopped fully onto my back and dug my heels hard into his shoulders.
“Jesus, you look sweet,” he whispered. He kept his fingers moving in a seductive rhythm, then laved his tongue on my clit. His other hand tucked under my bottom, lifting my hips closer to his mouth. “Taste so sweet, too.”
My legs were shaking and my body shuddered with each pass of his tongue on sensitive folds. He closed his lips on the bundle of nerves and I straight-up groaned with need.
The tide rose within me, taking over every synapse and muscle. Callan controlled my body with just his lips and tongue and fingers, moving in sync to push me closer to the edge.
When my release claimed me, flaring brighter than fireworks on the Fourth of July, I groaned with each pulse of my body on his fingers, each gush of my juices on his tongue.
He moved his hand from under my behind and rested it on my belly, then nestled his head there too. I threaded my fingers through his hair, stroked his scalp softly, and drifted through the floaty glow my orgasm had sparked.
After a moment of aimless drifting, I lifted on one elbow, and shifted my hand to his jaw. I nudged him to look at me. The smile on his face was damn near incandescent. His fingers slipped from inside me and then disappeared right into his mouth. He closed his eyes as he licked them.
“Callan.” His name was a prayer on my lips.
He pushed upward until he was kneeling between my legs, his upper body resting on mine. “Catie.”
I tucked my fingers into his waistband, trying to work my way between our bodies, planning to give as good, or better, as I got.
His lips curved against mine. “Later, Red. I think I heard a car drive up a bit ago. Hard to tell with all the moaning and pleading being done.”
Heat rushed to my face. “Oh God! Do you think James heard?”
He chuckled as he lifted off me. “Good chance folks in Memphis heard. Kind of proud of myself.”
He looked proud. Chest all puffed up, a pussy-eating grin on his face, a long, firm ridge straining the zipper of his jeans.
I teased, “Pretty sure I’m going to make you scream louder. Now come on. Drop your pants and get your dick in my mouth.”
Callan’s hips jerked and he took a stutter step toward me. Regret flashed through his eyes. He palmed the bulge in his jeans and shook his head. “Later,” he repeated. “When we don’t have company. There’s a bathroom through there, if you want to clean up, although I was pretty thorough licking the plate clean, so to speak.”
I groaned, but this time not with sexual need. My jeans smacked me in the chest as Callan kneeled on the bed and cupped a hand between my thighs. He dropped a kiss on my neck, then pulled away.
“I’m moving your stuff to my room, now that we’ve settled that.” He lifted away from the bed and me. Grabbing my duffle, he turned and strode across the room.
