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And it felt like home.
CHAPTER25
Cal had never felt so damnfree. So full of promise and hope. He’d also never felt so damn horny. He walked through the front door of Millie’s house, and before he was able to set her down, she was ripping at his clothes.
She tore at his jacket and jeans, while he helped her out of her shirt and undies. He had her naked in record time, and damned if it wasn’t a sight to see. Her hair was long and wild, the auburn tresses cascading across her shoulders like a silken river. Her breasts, pale white with the rosiest nipples he’d ever seen, beckoned, and he backed her up against the wall, one hand holding both of hers prisoner while he licked and suckled and used his tongue to drive her crazy.
“Jesus, Cal, I’m going to explode before you get a chance to get to the good stuff.”
“That so?” He grinned down at her and slid his hand between her legs. She was ready for him, but he had other plans. “Spread them,” he commanded gruffly, then nipped at her shoulder as she complied. He kept his hand there, his fingers kneading and rubbing the sensitive nub between the folds, while his mouth forged a path from her mouth, down her collarbone and chest, down her stomach, until he sank to his knees and gripped her hips.
“Good Lord,” she rasped, her hips thrusting in agitation.
“Sweetheart, the good Lord has nothing to do with this.” He pillowed soft kisses across her lower belly, smiling when she swore and tried to offer herself up to him. She was impatient, his little minx.
Cal took his time. He kissed every inch of her except the one spot she needed him to kiss the most. By the time he inhaled her scent and took her into his mouth, she began to jerk and moan, and the thing that kept her standing was his arm on her hip. He fed from her. He licked and sucked and used his tongue the way a devil would, and it didn’t take long for Millie to break apart. Her orgasm was loud the way he liked it. It was wet and furious. Her hands sank into his hair, and he smiled, happy to satisfy his lady.
“That felt so good,” she said softly. “I thought I might die.”
“There’s still time,” he quipped. Cal grabbed her up into his arms and kissed her as he walked to her bedroom. The cat jabbed at him with a paw, and he shut the door, his only thought to prolong their pleasure as long as he could.
Millie rolled over, offering up her butt like a treat at a banquet, and he positioned himself behind her, cupping her breasts as she leaned back into him.
“I love you, Millie Sue Jenkins,” he growled before sinking fully into her softness. “I’m never letting you go.”
They found their rhythm, one only their bodies knew, and as he rocked into her, Cal whispered feverish words of love, spoken in a melody for his lady. They came together, and he held her until she stopped shaking, and then he laid her back, unwilling to leave her warmth. He gave her one last kiss.
“Did you die?” he asked.
“Almost,” she replied, lazily. “We might have to try again.”
“We’ve got all the time we need.”
* * *
Dawn was breakingwhen he woke up. Millie was asleep on her side, her lips bruised from his, her neck sporting his mark. Her hair was pillowed around her, a tangled mess he’d been more than happy to play with. The curve of her cheek, the way her neck hollowed, the mole beneath her right ear… All these things were burned into memory, and Lord knows he’d thought of them many times over the last few years. But he was here now. With her. And damned if he was letting her go again.
Cal stood back and watched her, wondering if he’d ever felt this kind of peace before. Then his gaze settled on Mr. Higgins, who glared at him from the nightstand beside the bed. The cat had howled at the bedroom door until they’d had no choice but to let him in. Cal had wanted to toss him out into the snow. They’d been friends once, but now…
“We’re going to have a problem, you and I.” The cat meowed and jumped onto the bed, immediately curling into the pillow Cal had just vacated. He leaned close. “Don’t make her choose, pal. I think I got this one in the bag.”
He pulled on his boxers and padded into the kitchen. He made a pot of coffee and, after rummaging through the fridge, made a mess of scrambled eggs and cut up some fruit. The eggs he kept covered, to keep in the heat, and he had toast at the ready. Cal crossed into the living room and picked up the old Martin that sat in the corner. He perched on the edge of the sofa and strummed a few chords.
“Still sounds good.” He looked up at her soft voice, his heart pounding at the sight of her in his T-shirt and nothing else. She moved toward him and sat at his feet, her chin resting on her knees as she looked up at him. “Do you remember when you gave it to me?”
He nodded. “It was the night I asked you to be my girlfriend.”
He played a few more chords and then set down the guitar. He sensed that something was off.
“We’re good, right?” he asked, sliding onto the spot beside her. Cal leaned back against the sofa and turned his head so that her eyes were level with his.
“I think so.” Her voice was soft. Halting. Concerned, he reached for her.
“Tell me what’s bothering you.” Her bottom lip quivered, and alarm shot through him.
“I don’t think I can tell you. But I can show you. It’s something you need to know. I don’t want any more secrets. I don’t want anything left unsaid between us.”
“This sounds serious.” He didn’t like this sudden turn.
