“God, yes,” she breathes.
I kiss her hard as my pace increases. Soon, we’re both frantically rocking against each other. I slip my hand to her thigh and help her to wrap her legs higher around my hips, her heels pressing into my lower back as I drive harder and harder into her sweet pussy.
“I’m…oh…God…I’m—”
“Come for me, Zoe. I need you to give it all to me. Don’t hold back,” I growl, feeling her walls pulse around my cock. She begins to tremble harder in my arms. When she cries out my name, it proves too much for me.
“Callan!”
I fall over the edge, as jet after jet of my hot cum pours into her eager body. I relentlessly drive into her, pumping over and over, capturing her moans in my mouth as she milks me dry.
Only when I’m sure she’s taken all she can handle do I slowly stop moving. Even then, I leave my cock deep inside her, unwilling to leave her body. I kiss her softly and drag my lips along her jawline to her forehead as she looks at me through heavy, lidded eyes.
When I pull out, I’m rewarded with her moan of disappointment. I go into the bathroom, grab a soft washcloth, and hold it under warm water in the sink. When I walk out, Zoe’s red hair is lying against the white sheets in glorious waves. Her eyes are shut, her body exposed for my eyes only. She’s the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.
Her eyes open as I carefully clean her up. “You need to stop looking at me like that, Callan.”
“How was I looking at you?” I murmur.
“Like you’re ready to take me all over again.”
“Maybe I am.”
“That’s what I’m worried about.”
“Are you telling me you didn’t like what we did?” I throw the cloth down and wait for her to answer. I wasn’t lying. I’m still hard, needing to be inside her again.
“No, I think I like it too much,” she admits shyly. I settle in beside her, holding her close.
“You gave me your innocence, Zoe.”
“I was hoping we were just going to slide past this awkward conversation.”
“Sweetheart, you’re safe with me. Your gift is something I will cherish forever.”
Her hand comes up to cup the side of my face and we kiss. I’m not sure she understands the promises the kiss we share holds…
But I do.
Chapter20
Zoe
Standing over the stove,I move the spatula under the eggs to flip them one last time just to be sure they are cooked through. The sizzle of food and the smell of them cooking has my stomach rumbling. Feeling so comfortable in Callan’s kitchen should scare me, but after last night, it doesn’t. I feel…happy and secure.
I woke up early like usual. I didn’t want to wake Callan, so I made my way downstairs to make a small breakfast for us. I figure he will be even hungrier than I am. We definitely burned off dinner a few times over last night. My body is achy and sore in all the right places. I’m acutely aware of Callan’s shirt covering my body. It swishes against my thighs as I move around, working to fill two plates with the food.
I look up when I hear feet padding down the stairs. I see Callan, sleepy eyed with mussed hair, making his way toward me. I frown, realizing he looks annoyed. Without even a hello, he pulls me into his arms.
“Why aren’t you upstairs in my bed where you belong?” he growls. His voice is filled with a sleepy timbre that makes my nipples instantly harden. He’s always beautiful, but with his hair mussed and wearing nothing but pajama bottoms, he’s deadly.
“Good morning to you, too,” I laugh before it’s cut off by his intense kiss. He deepens it while pushing me back against the counter. A moan leaves me, and he swallows the sound as he devours my mouth. I can do nothing but take what he gives me, mindless to function and reacting only to the feeling that Callan evokes. When he finally pulls back, I inhale, the air burning my lungs—starving for oxygen. I put my hand on his chest in case he pushes in for another one.
“Now it’s a good morning,” he grumbles. “I was looking forward to waking up with you in my bed with me.” He still looks annoyed, and I lean up on my toes to bite playfully at his lip.
“I’ve got to go to work today. My internal alarm clock went off,” I explain, pushing his plate towards him.
“Call in sick. I need more time with you,” he growls, glancing appreciatively at his breakfast before pulling me back into his arms.