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He felt me up through my shirt, first one breast and then the other, but it wasn’t enough. If I was going to be bold tonight, I would show this man exactly what I wanted. I took his hand and guided it to the hem of my shirt, wanting to feel Callum’s hand on me without the boundary of fabric. He obliged, running his hand up my stomach and then up to my bra. I gasped as his finger dipped down to circle my nipple, giving me exactly what I wanted.
I could feel warmth pooling between my legs as I pressed myself against him. His fingers on my nipples made me lightheaded, almost unable to keep up my passionate kissing. Shocks of pleasure were like lightning bolts all the way down to my toes. With a quick move, Callum slid an arm around my back and lifted me to lay me flat on my back on the couch.
“I really like this look,” Callum said again as he stared down at me, his voice breathless and deep. With conviction, he dropped down to take my mouth in his own. He had one knee between my legs, and I couldn’t help squeezing against him as he kissed me.
His hand was once more at the hem of my shirt, but this time I sat up and flipped it over my head. Then I slid my hands beneath Callum’s tight T-shirt, and in one swift move, it was off and cast to the floor. God, it felt good to put my hands on his smooth, broad chest. I pulled him down to me, wanting to feel his skin against my own.
I could feel Callum’s length straining beneath his jeans as I pressed my thigh into him. I was desperate to feel more. His mouth dipped down to my breast as his hand pulled aside my bra, and I felt his tongue press warm and hard against my nipple. I cried out at this contact, a spark of heat running straight from my breast to the place between my legs. I saw his eyes flick up to mine, a devilish grin on his face as he saw how much pleasure he was bringing me. In response, I reached up to release my bra to the floor, inviting Callum to have access.
As he played, I kissed his neck and even let my teeth nip at his jawline and his ear. From the gentle growls I heard, I could only imagine he was enjoying it. His hand snaked down my stomach, and I heard a soft pop as he expertly undid the button of my jeans. Callum lowered the zipper and then played his fingers around the top of my underwear.
“Callum,” I gasped, desperate for his touch. I knew how eager I was for him.
“Tell me what you need,” he growled into my ear.
“Please …” Darcy asked. “Please touch me.”
He slid his fingers down and quickly dipped into my wetness, surprising me with the speed of it. I was soaked for him, and Callum drew his finger up and down as I gasped. His head was tucked into my neck as he focused on pleasuring me. He increased his speed and brought his mouth back to my breasts, licking and sucking as his fingers began a rhythm that threatened to undo me.
“Keep going,” I cried, feeling tension build between my legs. I held onto Callum’s back as his fingers circled that most sensitive spot, driving me higher into pleasure. I closed my eyes and felt my body tense. His tongue circled my nipple as his fingers circled below, and I was soon crying out, exploding over the top of desire.
“Good girl,” Callum growled, and I could feel his smile against my chest. I couldn’t move. Pleasure was coursing through me, and I wanted to ride it. But there was more to explore, and after a moment I turned my eyes back to Callum, asking a silent question. He stood up from the couch, and I saw his dark eyes staring at me as he leaned back down and brought his hands to the waistband of my jeans. With a strong pull, he peeled the tight jeans off me, leaving me naked in front of him.
I delighted in the possessive look Callum gave as his eyes scanned my naked body. I allowed myself the same boldness as I watched Callum undo his belt and drop his jeans to the ground, sliding jeans and briefs in one go. My breath caught in my throat as I saw the hard length of him, eager and ready. He put a hand out to me and I eagerly took hold.
With decisive strength, he pulled me to standing, and then dragged my body to press against his own. I shivered as I felt every inch of him and felt his erection pressing between us. I expected him to be rough, but Callum kissed me sweetly, cupping my cheeks with both hands to draw my face closer to him.
“I want you,” he whispered. Callum’s kiss became more insistent, and he spun us so he could walk me backward to the other side of the room. I walked blindly, claiming his lips as we moved, until my ass bumped into the countertop. Callum’s hands slid down to my waist, and I let him lift me a few inches until I was resting on top of it. I gasped as I saw Callum’s hand between his legs. I couldn’t look away as he guided himself toward me. He stared at me, eyes locked, as he found my opening and rested there.
“Tell me what you need,” Callum said again. I was too desperate to have any sense of shame.
“Take me, please,” I said, ready to beg if I had to. Luckily, Callum did not make me wait. He thrust forward and entered me, pushing my back into the cold mirror behind me. I cried out as I felt the full length of him stretching inside me. As he began to move, Callum dipped his mouth down to kiss me. I brought my hands to his triceps, holding myself in place as Callum began to thrust faster, sliding my body across the countertop.
“Oh, Callum,” I cried out. I wrapped my legs around his upper thighs to hold tighter, giving him better purchase. I felt the strong muscles of his legs as he worked himself in and out of me.
“God, Darcy,” he said. “You drive me crazy.”
His rhythm increased, and I threw my head back against the mirror and simply tried to hold on, feeling pleasure course through my core as Callum took what he wanted.
“Darcy,” Callum said again, and there was desperation in his voice as he let the primal part of him take control, losing himself in the sensations. With a groan I felt Callum pull out of me, and then another cry as he rested his forehead against my chest, gasping for breath. He stayed like this, recovering, and I brought my hands to his back. I caressed the back of his neck as we came down from our high together.
“You’re wonderful,” he said, turning his face up to me. He put a hand on my cheek and kissed me gently. I was surprised by the tenderness of it. And I was suddenly unsure about standing here, kissing Callum. Something about that affectionate gesture burst me out of the spell, and I felt a sudden unease in my stomach as I took in the reality of what had just happened.
With a shaky breath, I dropped my feet to the floor. As Callum stepped away, I stood up.
You’re just like one of his groupies, I told myself. I wasn’t sure I liked the title. I was suddenly aware of how much more experience Callum likely had with these sorts of casual flings than I did.
“I should go,” I said, gathering my clothes from the ground to get dressed.
“Don’t,” he said, a lightness to his voice. “At least stay for another glass of horrible scotch.”
“I have to be up early tomorrow,” I said, glancing briefly at him. He seemed in no hurry to put his clothes on, and I felt my body flush all over again at the sight of him. I scrambled to gather my things and glanced at myself in the mirror. I was glad to see my eyeliner wasn’t running and my hair wasn’t too much of a mess.
“Will I see you tomorrow?”
I was kneeling to zip up my boot. I couldn’t look at him. He was clearly saying what he thought I wanted to hear, a script he followed after all his casual flings. I wouldn’t be part of the game or performance or whatever else he was playing.
“I know this was a one-time thing,” I announced, standing and putting a hand on the door handle. I wouldn’t let him think I was some naive girl expecting things from him. “You have a whole life on the road, and you’re not about to settle down. So, it’s alright. We don’t have to pretend this was anything more than it was.”
