I roll her onto her back and stare down at her beautiful face.
I sense that unspoken words are sitting on her tongue, but I get it. I get that the idiot that lives in that building on the Upper West Side broke her in a sense, and she’s piecing herself back together in the way she needs to.
I kiss her mouth before I trail my lips down her chest until they settle over her right nipple. I know her body. I know that my mouth on that sweet swollen bud will draw her hips up.
I know that when I lick up the seam between her legs, she’ll shudder before she quietly begs me to suck on her clit.
I lower myself, tasting a path down her body until my face is between her thighs. “This first. Then I want to be inside of you.”
“Don’t be gentle tonight,” she whispers, fingers threading through my hair. “I want to feel you everywhere.”
I attack her core with relish, licking, nipping, sucking, biting, and finally sliding a finger into her tight channel.
She bucks against me, chanting my name in a hymn that will lull me to sleep when she leaves me tonight.
* * *
“Our date is tonight,”Calliope reminds me as we wait on the sidewalk for Jurgen to arrive.
She left me early this morning again to get ready for the day.
By the time my alarm rang, she was gone, so I got up, showered, had a coffee, and forged a plan for the day.
It’ll be a busy one, but the reward of having dinner with her will be the end goal I’ll focus on.
I give her a once over, admiring the cut of the emerald green dress she’s wearing. On her feet are black heels with little bows at the back of the ankle.
In addition to looking completely professional, she’s sexy as hell.
That’s not an easy combination to pull off, but she does it each and every day.
“Should I lose the suit after work?” I smooth a palm over one of the lapels of my dark blue suit jacket. “Are we dining at a formal or casual place?”
Her gaze slides over me, taking time to admire everything. “Casual.”
“So, no suit?”
“Depends on how you define casual.” She looks down at her dress. “I’m wearing this.”
“That’s not casual,” I point out while glancing at the approaching traffic to see if I spot Jurgen. “Those tight ripped jeans you wear are casual. Those T-shirts that cling to your body are casual.”
She takes a step forward while giving her hips a wiggle. “This clings.”
“Damn right it does.”
A smile blooms on her mouth. “Wear whatever feels comfortable for you. I’ll keep this on because it’s a special dress. I wear it on special occasions.”
“This is sounding less casual by the second, Champ.”
With a mischievous grin, she shrugs. “It’s casual. I consider my treating you to dinner as a special occasion. I promise you’ll have a good time.”
The black SUV pulling in next to the curb is all too familiar. I raise a hand in greeting to my driver. “Every moment I’m fortunate enough to spend with you is a good time. I’m really looking forward to tonight, Calliope.”
“I am too,” she says. “I think it will be a night to remember.”
Chapter Forty-Two
Callie