″Okay.” I take a deep breath, close my eyes briefly, and turn around to snake my hands around his neck. My breasts push against his chest as I play with his hair.
His eyes are trained on my face, and I’m not sure how he restrains from gazing along the rest of my body, because mine are everywhere. On his beautiful, muscular shoulders that are marked with lines of ink.
His arms, his mouth, and if our bodies weren’t pressed together, I’d be fixated on the hard cock shoved against my stomach.
″I’m going to sit on the bench.” I force out the words and my voice cracks, the anticipation of Callum seeing my body on full display heating my core. I let go of him, stepping back until the backs of my legs hit the marble bench. His gaze darts to my chest as I sit.
One foot planted on the shower floor, I pull the other up, resting my heel on the bench, and my knees fall open.
″You’re beautiful,” he says, stepping forward so he is standing over me.
I drop my gaze to his long, thick erection and I gasp when his hand wraps around the shaft.
My hand falls between my thighs, and the other finds my breast, squeezing and massaging as I take in this hardened man, stroking himself as he watches me. I slip a finger between the folds of my pussy, immediately soaked with my arousal.
I’ve never been so fucking wet in my life, and it’s not coming from the running showerhead.
I slip my fingers inside my center until I find the rigid bumps along my inner walls, and I smirk. I’ll have to thank Saoirse for loading my phone with book porn and helping me to figure out exactly what a G-spot is in just a few days.
The tips of my fingers stroke it just perfectly, sending pleasure coursing through my body. Cal’s hand fists his cock, pumping faster with each heavy breath I take.
The urge to lick him pulls through, and I reach over, grabbing his hand. “I want to taste you when you come,” I say. I’m not sure where the courage to admit this came from, but I’m proud of myself.
He steps forward, the tip of his cock mere inches from my mouth. I open wide, sticking my tongue out while still fingering and rubbing my clit. His fist pumps faster, the veins in his dick darkening.
His cum spills out, hitting my mouth and cheeks, pushing me over the edge as I moan out my release. I collapse back against the wall and the water sprays over us.
″Oh, fuck, baby girl. That was the hottest masturbation session I ever had.”
″Same.” I giggle.
He drops to his knees, eye level with me, and wraps his hand around my jaw. “You’re so fucking amazing, and I am so proud of you.”
Callum’s fingers dig into my skin as he pulls my face toward his, kissing me with a passion that lights me up inside. He doesn’t even care that his cum is in my mouth and all over my face.
I could kiss him forever—it’s intoxicating, and he tastes like dirty sins.
“Let’s get you cleaned up and into bed, love,” he says, using his thumb and the spray of the water to clean my face in soft caresses.
I smile as he turns off the water. Callum helps me out of the shower, wrapping his towel around his waist, then pats me dry. My hair didn’t get too wet, so it doesn’t take him long.
When he’s done, I kiss him again. His hands wrap around my waist, pulling me into him, and he starts to walk backward. We stumble a bit, our hands roaming each other’s bodies as we head into my bedroom, our tongues still colliding in a pool of desperation.
This feeling? The feeling of wanting the person who wants me? Well, it’s like all the broken pieces to my paper heart have been taped back together again.
Chapter twenty-two
Mybedisextremelycomfortable. It’s a King with a soft but firm mattress and cotton sheets so soft that they feel like butter. If I weren’t such a busy man, I would stay in my bed well past noon, wrapped in the fabric.
My bed is the only place I can get more than five hours of uninterrupted sleep.
So, imagine my surprise when I open my eyes in Haley’s bed after an amazing nine hours of sleep.
Her naked tits press against my side as she sleeps peacefully. I stroke her back until she begins to wake. Her eyelids flutter open and she looks up at me, smiling.
″Good morning,” she murmurs, her lips brushing against the hair on my chest.
″Hullo.”