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“Finally.When?”
“As soon as you can make it happen.”
“I have been known to be a miracle worker,” he said, reading what I’d written.
“I’ll pay whatever it takes.”
“I’ll have it taken care of.”
“You’ll call me?”
Before he could answer, Calla returned to the table.
“Andrew said there’s something amiss with your gas line. He’s looking at it now, but I don’t know how much longer it’ll take. Do you want to pick her up in the morning?” Alfred asked.
“We have a full day tomorrow. In case you’ve forgotten, it’s Christmas.” I winked. “Just let me know when it’s ready, and I’ll make arrangements to come and get it.”
Alfred nodded and left the table.
“I don’t want to stick my nose in where it doesn’t belong, but should you tell him you don’t expect Andrew, whoever he is, to work on Christmas Eve?” Calla asked.
“I got the message across. Now, dessert or home?”
“Dessert at home”
“I like the way you think, sweetheart.”
We studied the menu and chose the chocolate torte with raspberry sauce and crème brûlée. When he delivered the boxes to our table, Alfred informed us there was a car waiting outside to take us to my house.
We rode in silence, the air thick between us. Calla’s hand on my thigh slowly, painfully, moved closer to the place my rigid cock would have peeked out from the hem of my shorts if it weren’t for my boxer briefs.
The way she squeezed her thighs together made it obvious she suffered from the same agonizing desire I did. Yet, as much as I wanted her, needed her, I appreciated that we’d waited what felt like an eternity, but was only a few days. Had we allowed desire to fuel our intimacy the night we’d spent at Raspoutine, what would happen between us tonight would not feel as right. Now that we’d confessed our love to each other, we could express the emotion with our bodies as much as our words.
When the driver pulled up to the front door of the house, Calla exited the vehicle before I had time to come around and get her door. We met at the top of the steps, and I punched in the code I’d reprogrammed the day I returned from Canada Lake—22552.
She wasn’t looking when we’d arrived earlier, but this time, she noticed. Her eyes met mine, and we stood immobile, not crossing the threshold as eagerly as we’d raced to the door.
“Spider—”
I leaned forward and kissed her. Our tongues danced the same way our bodies had at the Christmas party. I held her nape with one hand and covered her breast with the other, pinching her hardened nipple between two fingers. “Inside. Now, Calla.”
If she hadn’t turned from my arms and done as I demanded, I would’ve stripped her naked and taken her on the landing; that was how much I wanted her.
Once inside, I led her over to the staircase, lifted her in my arms, and carried her up to the hallway leading to my bedroom. Tomorrow or the day after that or the next one, we’d make love all over my house, in every room, on the stairs, out by the pool—everywhere. Tonight, I needed her in my bed, where I’d spent sleepless nights fantasizing about what was about to become reality.
I set her on the end of the bed and pulled the T-shirt she wore over her head, then reached around and unclasped her bra. “I need you naked, baby.” She rested on the bed, and I pulled her shorts and panties over her ass and down her legs. There’d be time for the slow tease of stripping each other bare later. Now, I needed her fast and hard. No preamble.
She scooted up the bed so her head rested on the pillows and opened her legs. I put both hands on the crease between her legs and her pussy and spread her folds with my thumbs. As much as I wanted to taste her, feel her flood my tongue with her essence, I couldn’t wait.
“Please, Spider,” she said, her eyes boring into mine.
“Tell me what you want, Calla. Do you want my mouth?”
She shook her head. “I need you inside me.”
“This?” I winked and ground my erection against her liquid heat. “You have to wait a little bit longer.”
“Why?” she whined.
