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Before long he had her other sundress strap pulled down, and both of her breasts were pushed up over the bodice. She felt sexy and beautiful in his arms, too aroused to even be shying away. Wyatt took his time, licking and savoring her. One big arm locked around her waist, holding her to him, and Callie whimpered as she arched back, needing everything from this man.
He shifted with her in his arms, laying Callie on the sofa, his big body coming down atop hers. Wyatt supported his weight on one arm and cupped the back of her head as he kept kissing her, one hand sliding up her thigh.
“Callie,” he breathed.
“Don’t stop. Please.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it,” he assured her. He squeezed her thigh gently and explored higher, pushing her sundress up with his movement. She shivered as his calloused fingers trailed up her inner thigh, and then his thumb was moving over her sheer panties, working her clit through the material. She was already soaked for him, and as Wyatt nipped at her neck, she heard him growl in approval. Thick fingers tugged the material aside, and then Wyatt’s thumb was moving up her seam. He easily found her clit again, circling the swollen bud as he captured her gasps with his mouth.
Callie felt warmth washing over her, shocked at how quickly Wyatt was building her up. It was like the man already knew her body intimately, sensing exactly what she needed. Callie felt the pressure building, and as Wyatt’s big body held her down, she cried out. “You’re so wet for me,” he murmured, his voice thick. “So hot and ready. God, I love touching you.”
His fingers slid through her arousal, and she was gasping beneath him, shocked by the needy sounds she was making. Wyatt’s lips moved to her breasts, still bare and exposed above her dress. He stared at her for a moment, his eyes heated, then nipped at one, following with swipes of his tongue. The scruff of his jaw moved over her sensitive skin, the competing sensations driving her wild. Wyatt sucked one nipple into his mouth again, taking his time to enjoy her. The hand in her panties shifted, two thick fingers penetrating her core. Callie moaned long and low, her body stretching deliciously around him. She felt full—so full. Wyatt curled his fingers just so, pumping them in and out, and he looked up from her breasts to watch her face. Their eyes locked, and she felt torn open—vulnerable and helpless and at his complete mercy.
“You’re going to come for me, Callie. Come apart on my fingers. Let go.” He pumped his fingers faster as her own hands rose above her head, fists clenched, looking for anything to ground her. His thumb continued to circle her clit, steadily bringing her higher. His other hand shifted, and Wyatt gripped one of her wrists, pinning it against the sofa. She let out a long wail, and then Callie exploded, crying out Wyatt’s name as her pussy spasmed around him.
Wyatt slowed the movement of his fingers but didn’t pull free. Her sex pulsed as she gasped beneath him, the aftershocks of her orgasm still rocking her existence. He kissed her again, capturing her tiny whimpers, then nuzzled against her face, soothing her.
“Hell, sweetheart,” he murmured a minute later, lazily smiling down at her. Wyatt looked pretty damn pleased with himself. He slid his hand from her sex, lifting it to his mouth to suck off her juices. Callie flushed as he chuckled. “You’re sweet as honey. I can’t wait to taste all of you one day, to make you come from my mouth and tongue.”
Callie glanced down at his pants, noticing his erection still strained against them. Wyatt shifted above her and kissed her gently. “That was for you, sweetheart. Another time we’ll worry about me.”
“But—”
“No buts. I was happy to give you that, but I’m not going to jump you the first time I get back from an op. The first time we make love isn’t going to be on your sofa, and it isn’t going to be rushed.”
“I’ve got a bedroom,” she teased.
Wyatt licked his lips. “I know. And it kills me to tell you no, but let’s take our time, yeah?” His gaze fell to her bare chest, and she knew she was probably turning red. “You’re gorgeous. So damn beautiful. I love that you let me do that for you.” Wyatt reached down, helping her to right her dress. He kissed her again, softer, and Callie wrapped her arms around his big shoulders, holding him close.
“I missed you,” she said.
“I missed you,” he countered. “At least you were still in sunny Hawaii among friends. I was in hellish waters with only the guys to keep me company.”
“And everything went okay?” she asked. Callie had seen the news. The hostages on the ship had been freed yesterday. “It went okay,” she confirmed before he answered. “Are you able to stay for a while? That’s why you came over, right?”
“It was a perfectly executed mission,” he said, kissing his way back to her neck. “And I’ll be perfectly happy to spend the rest of the day—and night—with you.”
CALLIE SMILED AS WYATT pulled her close later that evening. They’d had an early dinner, but she could tell he was exhausted. Now that the adrenaline rush from his mission and their reunion was over, it was clear he just needed to sleep.
“You’re really tired,” she said as she relaxed against him. Her hand landed on his chest as she curled up beside him, and Wyatt brushed his lips over the top of her head.
“The mission was quick but brutal,” Wyatt admitted. “I can’t share the details of what we were doing, but hell. The men we were dealing with had a death wish. They were never getting off that boat.”
Callie stiffened, frowning, as a memory flickered through her mind.
“What’s wrong?” he asked.
“I just remembered something from the cockpit. When you said they weren’t getting off the boat, it reminded me that one of the hijackers said, ‘She’ll never get off this airplane.’ Then afterwards....” She trailed off. “That’s it. I feel like there’s more, but I don’t remember what happened next.”
“It’ll come back,” Wyatt assured her.
Callie clenched her jaw, frustrated. “Yeah. Maybe.”
Wyatt wasn’t able to stop his yawn, and as he apologized, she once again softened against him. “Let’s go to bed. You’re exhausted, and even though it’s early, I want to curl up next to you.”
“It’s okay if I stay,” he confirmed.
“More than okay. I missed you and want you here.”
