She steps closer, so our bodies are almost touching. “Let’s not waste anymore.”
She lifts a leg to wrap around me at the same time that I lift her. As my cock sinks deep inside her and our souls connect, I finally breathe again. The last eight months I’ve been sucking air, but I haven’t been breathing.
I can’t ever let her go again.
“Luke, your phone is ringing.” Callie’s voice drags me from my sleep.
Disoriented, I look at her. “What time is it?”
She smiles lazily and stretches. “I see the sex has taken it out of you. Has it been awhile?”
Regaining my senses and awareness of time, I press a kiss to her lips before answering her. “It’s been as long for me as it has for you.”
Her eyes widen a little, and she smiles before gripping my neck and pulling my mouth back to hers. “I love you.”
Three little words fall out of her mouth.
Three words I have wanted to hear for so long.
“I love you, too.”
We watch each other in silence for so long that the phone stops ringing and then starts up again.
“You should get that,” she says softly.
I reach for it. “Mum, is that you?”
“Luke, where are you? We’ve been calling both yours and Callie’s phones for the last ten minutes, and neither of you are answering. Personally, I am hoping this means you’re together and otherwise engaged.”
“Are you at the hotel now?”
“Yes, we’ve just finished checking in. Sean’s excited to see Callie. And you, of course. Can you meet us downstairs?”
“I’ll be there in five.”
“You still didn’t answer me.”
I hold the phone out to Callie who I know is dying to say hello to my mother. She rips it out of my hands. “Estelle! You’re here!”
Silence while she listens to Mum.
And then her eyes find mine, and she smiles as she says, “Yes, Estelle, I know how your son feels about me. He just told me. After we had sex.”
I shake my head at her, and she grins before poking her tongue at me. I leave the bed to use the bathroom, and when I return, she’s sitting, watching me.
Pulling a shirt over my head, I mutter, “It’s no wonder you and my mother get on so well. You both like to share highly inappropriate information with each other.”
She laughs and unfolds her legs so she can leave the bed and come to me. Pressing her naked body hard against mine and looping her arms around my neck, she says, “It’s best to just give her the information she’s looking for because then she has no reason to keep hounding. I swear you men need a course in how to communicate woman-style.”
I grip her ass. “No, what we need are women who know when to open their mouths and when to keep them shut.”
“And now you’re just trying to rile me up because you know that kind of thinking pisses me off.”
I grin and squeeze her ass. “Yeah, maybe. You’re hot when you get all ranty at me.”
She quirks a brow. “You know when else I’m hot?”
“When?”