He stood back up and claimed my mouth again. This kiss wasn’t soft and exploratory. It was aggressive, all tongue and teeth, and he pressed me into the counter, putting as much of his body against mine as he could get. He was hard against my stomach, and I ground myself against him, frustrated that he was so clothed while I was mostly naked.
“I’m feeling a little vulnerable here,” I said against his mouth. My fingers found the buttons on his shirt. “Take this off?”
Together, we undid the buttons, and I pushed his shirt down his shoulders. I couldn’t stop staring at his chest. He was covered in tattoos. An eagle wrapped around his bicep. There was script flowing around his ribs, and the tattoo that I saw back in Ethan’s office, the one that just peeked from the collar of his shirt, was the beginning of a dragon that swooped down across his chest.
Intermixed in the tattoos were scars. I reached out and touched the pale, jagged edge of one that slashed across his abs. I looked back into his eyes and then leaned down and put my mouth against that same scar.
A choked sound came from his throat, and then he was lifting me onto the counter, pushing me onto my back. “Lie back, Princess,” he said and dropped to his knees.Princess. I should be offended, but something about the way he said it made me ache.
He wrapped his hands around my thighs and tugged me to the edge of the counter so that he could snug his shoulders between my legs. His lips danced over my skin, starting at my knee and then up my thigh, and each tiny, teasing touch sent shivers directly to my source.
He practically purred as he buried his face against me. “I can see how wet you are,” he murmured as if he were telling me a secret. “You’ve been so turned on since Merc’s office, haven’t you?”
His finger brushed over my panties, against the dampness there, and he chuckled when I squeaked. That finger pulled my panties to the side, exposing my pussy to his gaze. “I'll take care of you.”
I held my breath, but after a beat... nothing happened. I propped myself up on my elbow. “Callan?”
“Shh. Let me take care of you," he repeated.
I sat up further. “What are you do—” Callan buried his face against me. He sucked my clit into his mouth, and pleasure flared up my spine.
He used the point of his tongue on my clit, circling and toying with it, chuckling darkly when I called out his name to the ceiling. He reached up and hooked fingers into the sides of my panties and pulled them down my legs. “You should always be naked,” he told me.
A laugh bubbled from my throat, even as I squirmed under his touch. “I’m pretty sure I’d get arrested,” I said.
Callantsk-ed. “Shame,” he breathed. He spread me with his fingers, opening me up, and groaned at the sight. “Your pussy is so fucking pretty.” His finger slipped inside me. My thighs tried to clamp shut, but he held me open with his shoulders. “Hold still,” he said. “I want to see.”
I was hot all over. Encounters like this in the past were usually short, and mostly, disappointing. Even past boyfriends hadn’t made me feel this way. Every touch drove me higher and higher, and it made me wonder whether I could come just from this.
Just from his teasing touches and wrecked voice.
He crooked his finger and pressed against a spot that made stars burst in front of my eyes. I bucked into the touch, trying to get him to touch it again. “There,” I begged. “Right there!”
He pressed a little harder into that spot and circled my clit with his thumb at the same time, and I cried out.
“Like that, Princess?” he asked, setting a rhythm that made my stomach go tight. “You like me playing with your pussy like this?”
“Yes!” It came out a sob and a plea. He stood and kissed me, and I looped my arms around his neck, keeping him close as I rode his fingers. “I want...” I panted.
“What do you want?”
“To come with you inside me,” I gasped out, even as I spiraled toward the edge of orgasm.
He grinned wolfishly. “After I make you come like this first.” Callan kept that steady, heady rhythm, and from one breath to the next, my back arched as pleasure broke over me. My muscles clenched around his fingers, and Callan kept right on until I was squirming away, overstimulated.
Callan eased away from me, and he bent down and pressed a soft kiss to the corner of my mouth. I sat up, wrapping him between my arms and legs and keeping him close. The hard line of his cock pressed against where I was wet, and I wriggled against him helplessly. “Adrianne,” he groaned.
I reached between us for the button on his jeans. I popped the button and lowered the zip to find him hot and hard, curving gently toward his navel. I started pushing his pants down his hips, but he stopped me with his hands.
His face was twisted into a pained expression, like he remembered something that he didn’t want to. “I don’t have any condoms, and as much as I want to be inside you, it’s not a risk we can take.”
I grinned and raised my left arm. There was a small lump under the skin of my upper arm. “Implant,” I said.
“Oh, thankfuck,” Callan groaned. He pushed his pants down and angled himself so that the crown of his cock was pressed against my opening. Our eyes met, and he pushed inside me, not stopping until he had gone as far as my body would allow. My breath caught in my throat, and I clung to his shoulders.
Callan stopped, his muscles locked in place.That’s not going to work, I thought. “Please,” I breathed, wriggling against him, trying to entice him to move. “Please, fuck me.”
He grabbed my hips to still my tentative movements. “I’m trying not to explode,” he grunted, voice thick. He reached down between us and circled my clit with his thumb again, and I moaned, tipping my head back. His lips found my throat, and then he began to move, driving his hips against mine.