And that’s out of the question. But I want to play.
My shame was lost somewhere ten minutes back. I stare openly at her naked body, her panties pushed aside. She is so fucking delicious that I feel like I am about to come in my shorts.
Her gaze on me is shy but burning with need, her hands cupping my neck like she is afraid to let me go.
I bring my hand to her pussy and run my finger along her intimate flesh, barely touching her. I can hear her tiny gasps, but I don’t look up. I am fucking hypnotized. It’s like a peep show. The lime fabric of her panties is like a curtain pulled aside that opens the view of her sex. I spread her pussy lips and run my fingers up her slit.
Callie is soaking wet. Holy hell is she an ocean. She gasps louder this time, and I raise my gaze to meet hers—I want to see her enjoy it.
She is flushed. Her rosy lips are parted. Her chest rises and falls in heavy breathing. And I can’t help it. I dive in to meet her lips with mine, and my fingers sink deeper into her flesh.
She cries out.
“You like this, baby girl?” I murmur against her lips.
Fuck. I might like this more than she does.
Not hearing the answer, I stop.
“Tell me you like it, and I will go on.”
It’s only a matter of seconds that she gasps “yes” into my mouth.
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CALLIE
Oh my God.Oh my God. Oh my God.
My mind reels with shock and desire and excitement as Kai touches me down there, and I want to whimper but try to hold myself together. Barely. Because his touch sends a shiver through my body. I’ve fantasized about it in my screwed-up dreams back in the day. I’ve wanted to kiss him for as long as I remember.
Right now, I don’t want him to stop.
He might be looking for a lay.
But I don’t care.
I want this.
This room.
This time alone with him.
It’s for the best when we don’t talk. We don’t say harsh things. We don’t bring up the past. This moment of us kissing is like a bridge between when I met him and couldn’t forget his dark burning gaze ever since and now when his hand is cupping my pussy and saying those filthy words that make my mind spin.
“Callie, tell me it’s okay,” he whispers.
“Yes,” I whisper back, catching his mouth in a kiss again, pushing myself into his hand, and right now, I don’t care how pathetic and desperate I look.
I want Kai Droga.
Always have.
When he pulls my bikini bottom down my hips, I wiggle to help get rid of them.
And now I am naked.
He hooks his hand behind my thigh and lifts my leg, wrapping it around him, opening me up. Then kisses me deeply, and his fingers are down there again, between my legs.