She moaned when he cupped her breasts through her shirt.
“Fuck, I love your little noises,” he said through gritted teeth, and she knew he was holding back.
If she told him to, he would have had her fully naked and writhing underneath him in seconds. And she would have loved it. But he was still new. This was still so new. She wanted to enjoy it.
When his lips started to suck on that spot where her neck met her jaw, the rest of the world went silent. In her head, she knew there were other people on the other side of his door and throughout the house. The house was now packed. It didn’t matter. Nothing mattered more than what he was doing to her right then. Nothing mattered more than the feel of his lips, and his tongue, and his teeth.
His hands were like fire, leaving a burning sensation in their wake. Going up and down her thighs and then, with each pass upward, ever so slowly pushing away her shirt.
He was a drug.
Plain and simple.
This man and everything he was…he was her drug.
He stalled before pushing her shirt up the rest of the way.
“Is this okay?” he asked.
She swallowed, not sure how to tell him.
“Yes. I’ll…I’ll let you know when it’s too much.” And with that, her shirt found its way onto his floor and her bra followed soon after.
“God, you’re so beautiful,” he said as his eyes raked down her body following the trails his hands had already taken. “You can’t imagine the things I want to do to you right now.”
Her body turned to jello in his hands. Her brain wasn’t working other than to reach up and pull him back down to her. He was so good at this. She could get lost in him and never look back.
He leaned back once more and looked at her with a wicked grin. “I want to kiss every single freckle on your body.”
Sam burst out laughing.
“We might be here for a while then.”
He licked his lips. “I’m okay with that.”
In a moment of pure bravery, probably fueled by the copious amount of alcohol she had previously consumed and the drug that was Callum currently racing through her veins, she tugged on the hem of his shirt and lifted it over his head.
Seconds later, his mouth was on her neck and then her breast and then her stomach. He was alternating between soft kisses and gentle sucking. She let out a whimper as his teeth took each nipple, but the noise soon turned to a relief-filled moan as he used his tongue to soothe the ache.
Then he laid down a gentle assault on her left hip bone before trailing his lips over to the right. She thought she might combust right then and there. Her body was warm—far too warm—and that previous fluttering sensation at her core that she had managed to ignore had now turned into a violent, persistent throb that begged for attention.
Her hands fisted into his hair and she could feel the smile he
placed against her skin. When his hand reached between her legs and lightly pressed in, she involuntarily bucked up against him and all but screamed out.
“You are so responsive,” he murmured against her, licking the skin directly above her pant line. “I can’t wait to see what you do when it’s my tongue and my cock here instead.” He pressed in again and this time the moan she let out filled the room.
He reached up and popped open the button on her pants. And that small noise was what finally brought her back down and into reality.
“Callum, wait.”
He immediately stopped and brought himself back up to face her.
“Not yet. I…I just need–”
“You don’t have to explain, Sam. We can stop anytime you want.”
Was that what she wanted?No, most definitely not.