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“Oh, is that the most important thing?” I asked, smirking at him. “To win the fight?”
“Of course. You can’t fight over a woman and lose.”
I blushed at Callum’s open admission that he was fighting for me. I knew I should reject the idea, but it made me feel warm and appreciated in a way I hadn’t felt in a long time. I looked back at Callum, comfortable in the silence between us. I felt deliciously full and relaxed from the wine in front of us. The rain outside was a gentle sound that lulled me into calm, and Callum was looking at me with those warm brown eyes that made me feel seen.
“It’s still coming down out there,” I said, looking over to the window. “Maybe you should stay until it calms down a bit.”
He seemed surprised by the words, but he quickly recovered.
“Makes sense,” he said, playing along. “Better to be safe.”
We cleaned up the food, finding moments of gentle touches between us as we passed containers of food into the fridge and dropped plates into the sink. I filled our wine glasses and guided Callum to the living room, the only other room on the first floor. My body felt tense with anticipation, wound up by the brush of his hand on my own and the closeness of his body behind me as we navigated the small kitchen. I knew Callum felt it too. He was looking at me with unbridled hunger, though I could tell he was waiting for my move.
I settled onto the couch, pulling my legs up to sit cross-legged where I could face him on the other side. My body felt warm and flushed, and I slid off the sweatshirt I wore. He settled across from me, watching me discard this top layer as he took a long sip from his wine glass. He placed the glass on the coffee table and turned back to me with a smirk.
“I didn’t think I would be here tonight,” he said. The honesty in his words surprised me, and I felt a flush of heat that went straight to my core. Those curls were still damp across his forehead, falling around his eyes, and I looked again at the red and purple bruise that surrounded his left eye. I knew I shouldn’t condone his fighting, but I had never had someone fight for me like that, and I had to admit it stirred something inside of me.
“Does it hurt?” I asked. I let my hand wander up to his cheek, gently running a finger along his temple. I was careful not to touch the bruised skin of his eye.
“It does,” he said, his voice low as his eyes searched my face. “Does it look bad?”
“I don’t want you to hurt,” I said, letting my finger run along the stubble around his chin. “But you look badass.”
He let out a single laugh, and I could tell he enjoyed this. His eyes got darker. He lifted a hand up and suddenly his hand was on my breast, causing me to gasp as his fingers started to explore.
“So that’s why you invited me over,” he laughed. I couldn’t take it any longer. His fingers pressed against the fabric of my T-shirt, sending a promise of things to come, and I wanted more. I leaned forward to put my hands on his thighs and pressed my mouth against his.
14
CALLUM
Her hands pressed into my thighs, dangerously close to the arousal that was already growing between my legs. Her mouth was warm, and I tasted wine on her tongue as she pressed against me, eager for more. My palm was on her breast, but the fabric of her T-shirt and bra wasn’t giving me the access I needed.
Darcy seemed desperate for me, her mouth hard against mine, and I was shocked by how eager she seemed, how ready. Not that I should be surprised. We had spent the whole meal stealing glances at each other, both silently wondering what the night would bring. There was something so sexy about her dressed in sweatpants and a T-shirt, as if I had a glimpse of the true Darcy, not the professional facade she put on at the office.
And now she was across from me, practically begging me to give her more. And I wasn’t about to disappoint her.
“Come upstairs,” she said, and I felt my length press harder against my jeans.
“After you,” I said. She stood up, and I instantly missed those hands on my thighs. But then I saw her heading for the stairs, and I followed close behind. I couldn’t keep myself from reaching out to cup her butt through those sweatpants as she walked a few steps ahead of me. And I was delighted when she looked over her shoulder and smiled at me, clearly enjoying my attention.
Her room was small and neat, like the rest of the house, and it was only a few steps before we tumbled to the bed, Darcy pulling me on top of her. I found her mouth and pressed my hips against her, straining against my jeans. I wanted to feel more of her, and I stood up to pull those sweatpants off her, leaving her in her T-shirt and underwear—an adorable sight. She looked at me with anticipation as I brought my hands to my belt and slowly undid it. Suddenly she was off the bed, her hands at my waist, pushing my own hands away. She undid the button of my jeans and the zipper, her eyes on mine.
Then she pushed down my jeans, leaving me in my briefs just as I had done with her. I stepped out of the pants and felt Darcy’s hand at the bulge of my underwear, gently rubbing. I pushed her back toward the bed where we fell back again, my mouth on hers even as I pressed my hardness between her legs. Only thin layers of fabric stood between us, and I groaned as I felt how ready she was for me. Her hands moved up the back of my arms as I crushed my mouth into hers, pressing my tongue into her mouth. She yanked at my shirt, and I pulled it over my head and threw it to the floor.
“Roll over,” Darcy whispered, and I couldn’t obey fast enough, flipping over to my back. I thought she would straddle me, but instead she kissed down my chest, and suddenly her mouth was lower, kissing down toward my length.
“God, yes,” I groaned, looking down at her as I felt tightness build low in my stomach. She bit her bottom lip, a slight moment of hesitation, but then her fingers ran along the waistband of my shorts, and she freed me. There was a mischievous expression on her face as she took in what stood tall in front of her. A second later her tongue was warm and soft against me, and I groaned again, trying to keep myself still. I was rewarded with the warmth of her lips enveloping me, and I felt waves of pleasure as she pressed me deeper into her mouth.
It was all I could do not to push myself further into her. But I wanted Darcy to set the pace, and I forced myself to sit still while she began a gentle rhythm. I watched as she moved up and down, nearly holding my breath as she got deeper with each pass. Her tongue worked against me even as her lips squeezed tighter, and suddenly her hand was there too. I bit the inside of my mouth to keep from calling out as new sensations threatened to undo me.
“That’s amazing,” I said to her, and she picked up her pace. My eyes closed in the pleasure of it all, but then I felt a shock of pain as I squeezed my bruised eye too tightly. I must have jumped, because Darcy pulled away, a question in her eyes.
“Are you alright?” she asked. I was fixated on those pink and shiny lips, wanting them back where they had come from. But I didn’t like that confusion in her eyes. And besides, I needed to feel more of her.
“Come here,” I said. I pulled her arm to bring her face back up to my own and kissed her long and deep. My erection pressed against her stomach, and I brought my hand up beneath her shirt to finally push aside her bra and feel the hard nub of her nipple. She moaned into my mouth, and I felt her hand reach down to wrap around me. I circled her nipple with my finger, remembering how much she enjoyed it the last time we did this.
“Don’t stop,” Darcy begged, and I moved my hand to her other breast. My hips were pressing up, eager for more, and I felt Darcy rubbing herself against me. I watched small waves of pleasure pass through her as she teased herself with my length. She sat up on her knees, giving herself some distance, and then pulled her shirt over her head. I was delighted when she reached around to undo her bra. I couldn’t keep myself from sitting up to meet her and wrapping my lips around her waiting breast.
