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She glanced up at him.
‘Oh, no.’ Callum grinned. ‘Your turn.’ He removed her hand from his waistband and raised her arms above her head, holding her wrists together while he kissed her hard on the mouth. He trailed his fingers down her forearms, down her triceps, grazed the sensitive flesh of her underarm, brushed the swell of her breasts and down her rib cage to where her singlet rested against her stomach.
He pulled away from the kiss and smiled at her as he grasped the hem of her shirt and whisked it up and completely off in seconds.
‘Hailey,’ Callum breathed, looking his fill, still manacling her wrists above her head.
He brought her arms down slowly, watching her breasts, fascinated by their fullness and the dusky pink of their upturned nipples. He placed her hands, palms down, on the counter behind her, his fingers interlinked with hers, holding them there, making her chest thrust slightly.
‘Oh, my.’ Callum breathed out again and lowered his head, first kissing one rapidly puckering nipple and then the other.
‘Callum.’
He smiled against her chest as he heard the squeak of frustration and she squirmed a little on the bench. He glanced up at her from his position. ‘Shh.’ Then he turned his attention to a very enticing nipple and opened his mouth over it.
He groaned in satisfaction as she cried out and arched her back. He released her hands and immediately felt them in his hair, caressing it, urging his head closer. He obliged, switching sides, sweeping his arm behind her, bringing her closer, higher, further into his mouth.
Hailey squirmed, wanting to touch all of him, wanting to have him touch all of her. She kicked her feet against the cupboard doors in frustration.
Callum broke away, drunk with lust, his breath harsh with desire. ‘Let’s get horizontal,’ he suggested, sweeping her forward, lifting her bottom off the bench, gratified when her legs tightened around his hips, rubbing intimately against him. She clung to his neck and he almost fell over when she kissed him, squashing her breasts against him, distracting him from his goal, ruining his sense of direction.
They got as far as the nearest kitchen wall before he stopped, pushed her hard against it and returned her kiss. How they made it to her room, he’d never know. Between several wall stops, half-grunted directions and a hand finding its way below his waistband, it was amazing he didn’t injure both of them.
They collapsed on her bed. They didn’t notice the television still flickering or the multitude of hard, pointy objects barely covered by the thrown-back duvet. They were down and then they were naked, hastily discarding the rest of their clothes, and then they were all over each other. Exploring, touching, learning each other’s bodies, discovering their rhythm.
Hailey was no longer earthbound. There was just Callum and herself in a bubble, floating somewhere in space, no need for earthly restrictions. Sensations swirled around her like psychedelic starbursts. Energy and heat and light danced along her nerve endings and fizzed like champagne in her veins.
From the feel of his mouth on her flesh to the eroticism of his hair grazing her stomach to the way he fitted inside her like he was the key that had been made especially for her—it was perfect in every way. There was none of the awkwardness typical of first times. No shyness. No reserve. Just two people finding an ancient rhythm composed especially for them.
When the crescendo came it surpassed all her expectations. He called her name and they rose and fell together, holding each other tight, riding the ripples, spinning and spinning.
Spinning as one. Floating as one. Landing as one—gently, gently, locked together in blissful lassitude. Callum shifted, pulled her into him, spooning her, kissing her neck, whispering sweet nothings as sleep claimed them both.
Callum’s last thought was momentous. I’m not falling. I’ve fallen. His arm tightened around her as he felt sleep tug him further under.
He was in love with Hailey Winters.
CHAPTER NINE
CALLUM woke about five the next morning in exactly the same position, the top of Hailey’s head tucked under his chin. The first creep of dawn was pushing itself through the gap where the curtains didn’t quite meet and his arm had fallen asleep.
Neither of them had moved. Hailey’s neck was close and he nuzzled it, inhaling her aroma, dropping a kiss there as he slowly retrieved his arm. She murmured and rolled on her stomach, the sheet slipping to reveal the blemish-free olive perfection of her back and the cheeky rise of her bottom.
He clenched and unclenched his fist, grimacing as the blood returned and a thousand hot pins needled his skin. He ignored them, determined nothing could ruin the sight before him as he allowed his gaze to linger on Hailey’s naked form.
