We ended up on the tanning ledge, lying on our sides. “You’re so beautiful,” Callan said, dipping his head to kiss my shoulder.
I hid my face in the crook of his neck. “Stop,” I said.
“Why? You don’t think that you are?” I shrugged, and he shifted so that I had to look at him. “Seriously? Do you not know that you’re the most beautiful woman in the world?”
I whined and tried to hide again, but he wouldn’t allow it. “It’s not like I’m completely unaware of what I look like,” I said. “I just... don’t see me the way you do, I suppose.”
He grinned. “Well, I would imagine not. You’d never leave yourself alone if you did.” He ran his hand down my body, outlining my curves. He kissed me, long and deep and searching. “Come on,” he said. “I don’t want to accidentally drown you.” We stood, and I shivered, but I knew that Callan would warm me up in no time at all.
I had a set of metal-framed lounge chairs by the patio door, and we lay down on one, tangling together. His hard body felt intoxicating against mine. We kissed, and he rolled me beneath him, covering me. “You taste like salt,” he murmured, and I giggled.
“We probably shouldn’t have jumped into the pool first,” I said.
Callan shook his head. “You could roll in a muddy field, and I’d still want you.”
Sweet talker, I thought and cupped his face. “I really, really hope that’s not true,” I said. “If thateverwere to happen, have some patience. Let me shower first.”
He nuzzled his face into the crook of my neck before dipping lower to kiss my breasts. “I don’t think patience is possible when it comes to wanting you,” he said. He sucked one of my nipples into his mouth, and I gasped softly. “There’s something I want to do. Can I try?”
I nodded. “I trust you.”With my life, I added in my head. It seemed too heavy to say at the moment, but it was true, nevertheless.
He grinned, and his eyes practically twinkled with joy. “Turn over for me?”
I turned over onto my stomach and pillowed my head on my arms. Callan slid one hand across my shoulders, bracing me, and then the other hand went between my thighs. I jerked when he touched me, but his arm held me still. “Callan?”
“Shh,” he murmured and pressed a finger into my pussy. “You’re so wet already, Princess,” he crooned, and I knew he was right.
“I’m always wet,” I murmured as pleasure pooled in my belly the more that he played with me. “Always around you.”
Callan groaned, and I felt his lips on the back of my shoulder. His hand moved harder and faster, and I cried out as the slowly building pleasure leapt into high gear. I wanted to move back against his hand, get more and less of the pressure that he was building within me, but he had me pinned so that all I could do wastakewhat he was giving me. “Callan!” I moaned.
“Let it build, baby,” Callan said as he thrust his fingers over that spot inside me, over and over, and I couldn’t do much more than writhe and grow as taut as a bowstring.
“I need...” I panted. “Please!”
Callan didn’t slow down for a second. “In a second,” he said in a voice thick with want, “you’re going to come.” I moaned pitifully at that, my stomach quivering with that need to let go. “Then, I’m going to fuck you until you come again.”
I nodded, desperate, and my whole body thrummed with pleasure. Callan's thumb came up and pressed between my ass cheeks, against my back entrance, and the building tension finally snapped free. There was a mightygushfrom between my thighs, and I nearly screamed as pleasure roared through me. I could hear Callan saying something, probably filthy, but I couldn’t hear him beyond the rushing in my ears.
The arm that Callan had over my shoulders disappeared, and then, he pulled me up to my hands and knees and thrust into me. To be so suddenly full made me come again. My inner muscles contracted around him. “I’ve barely begun, Princess,” Callan said in teasing admonishment. He bracketed my hips with his hands and began to drive into me.
It wasn’t a fast pace, but it was steady and solid, and it was doing all the right things. “You fit me like a fucking glove, Adrianne,” Callan said. “Like you were made for my cock. I could fuck you all day long, just keep making you come until you couldn’t live without my dick inside you.”
I moaned through Callan’s dirty talk and moved back to meet his thrusts, addicted to the electricity spiking up my spine and down through my fingers. “Callan, please!” I cried, needing just a little bit more of a push.
He reached around and circled my clit with the pad of his finger, and that sent me spiraling over the edge. “That’s it,” he cooed. “That’s it, Princess.” He kept circling my clit, and when I came again, it was a sharper feeling. Pleasure, but jagged around the edges. Pleasure edging on too much. It was that last orgasm that dragged Callan over the edge too, and he groaned as his hips stuttered against mine.
Callan slowly slid out of me, and we lowered onto the lounge. He curled around my back. My head was pillowed on his bicep, and for a few moments, it was just us breathing together, his chest to my back. “I think I needed that,” Callan said after a while.
I chuckled. “It was good, wasn’t it?”
I heard him laugh a little. “Yes, but that’s not what I meant,” he said. “I think I needed a few moments of you to myself,” he explained. “I’m usually really not this bad with jealousy, I swear, but something about Ryan rubs me the wrong way.”
I turned so that I could face him. This big man with his startling eyes and body full of tattoos was insecure? It didn’t seem possible. I reached up and fussed with his hair. “You havenothingto worry about when it comes to Ryan Jacobs,” I said. “He comes up short when it comes to you and Foster and Ethan.”
Callan smiled. “I know,” he said, “but it felt good to remind myself.”
“Well, anytime you need a reminder,” I said with a wink and leaned up to kiss him.