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But, if all we get is this one night, I’m going to make the most of it. He flew all the way here for one little gallery showing. That’s huge, right?Just enjoy it, Beth.
I’m not sure if Ezra overheard or perhaps already talked to him about how long he’s here for, but he suggests that Cal go ahead and take me home. He’ll close up and meet us there.
Cal does most of the talking on the way home. I’m too filled with a mix of anticipation and apprehension to do more than make small talk. I try to cover my nerves by asking about the places he’s been and the photos he’s shared with us. Every moment I spend with him makes me fall a little deeper in love, and I can’t help but overthink whether I should be protecting my heart or not.
I can’t help but smile warmly when he mentions visitingIreland next, since he’ll be close by. He’s looking forward to seeing his mom.
“She really wants to meet you,” he says.
My eyebrows shoot up. “You told her about me?”
“Of course, I did. Why wouldn’t I have told her about you?”
“Did you mention Ezra, too, or…” I trail off, not wanting to make him uncomfortable about what he does or does not choose to share with his mother.
He laughs a little. “I did. She loves Ezra, of course. I’m not sure that she knows what to think about it. I have a feeling she’d disapprove if it were anyone else other than him, but she’s trying to keep an open mind.”
“That had to have been an interesting conversation.”
“It was indeed,” he says, his booming laughter filling up the car as we pull into Ezra’s driveway. His laughter calms my nerves a little. I missed that laugh.
“I’ve missed you so much,” I tell him, unbuckling my seatbelt so I can lean over to kiss him.
The kiss starts out gentle, but quickly becomes heated. Before I know it, the windows are completely fogged. We’re both breathing heavily, staring at each other until it feels like the tension will snap.
Cal rushes around to the passenger door to open it for me, holding out his hand to help me out.
“Pretending to be a gentleman again, are we?” I say with a grin.
“Just to throw you off,” he jokes back.
Before we get the door open, Cal gets a text. He checks it while he unlocks the door, barking out a laugh as we walk through the threshold. I’m just about to remove my heels when he stops me.
“Ezra is on his way and has requested you keep those on. And whatever pretty things you’re hiding under that dress,” he quirks an eyebrow and looks over my body suggestively.
“Well, tell him to hurry home then, because I was really looking forward to taking these off,” I say, walking ahead of him with a little extra swing in my hips.
My cockiness is short-lived, though. Cal runs up behind me and throws me over his shoulder. I scream in surprise, laughing as he barrels straight to the kitchen, setting me on the island.
“What are we doing?” I say, still laughing.
“Well, I don’t know about you, but I am famished. I thought I’d have a little snack before Ezra gets home for the main course.” As he talks, he reaches behind me to unzip my dress. I unbuckle the belt around my waist and cast it aside so he can pull the dress down around my waist.
He captures my lips in a scorching kiss, and I moan into his mouth. His tongue sends delicious shivers down my spine, and I squirm as he moves his lips down my neck, collarbone, and across the tops of my breast. I lift my hips so he can pull the dress over my thighs and down my legs, leaving me in nothing but my thigh-high stockings, heels, and lace bodysuit, which is more decorative than the shapewear I always used to wear.
“Mmmm,” he moans. “Now I understand.”
Cal massages my thighs, pushing open my legs as he pulls out a barstool and settles between my legs, which makes me giggle.
“What? I told you I was going to have a snack.”
My giggles are cut short when he starts trailing kisses up the inside of my thigh, deftly unhooking the clasp of the bodysuit on his way up. I’m reminded of the first night we met, and to drive those memories home, Cal takes a deep breath and sighs out, “Gods, you smell so good.”
Leaning back on the granite island, my legs widen as he drags his tongue slowly through my aching pussy. He moans and does it again, then moves his tongue down to thrust it inside me. My hips rock against him, fucking myself on his tongue.
Replacing his tongue with a thick finger, he sucks my clit directly into his mouth, sucking hard until I cry out and grind against his face as the orgasm washes over me. He doesn’t stop, though.
“I think we can do better than that, bláth fiáin. Flood my mouth, baby, I’ve been so parched without you.”
