Page 116 of Keepsakes and Kismet

I reach up, and he peels off my tank top, gently tossing it to the ground. Placing a hand on either side of my hips, he spins me around to face him and tugs on the waistline of my boyshorts. “These too. Unless you want them to get wet.”

The hunger in his eyes matches my own as I yank them down. I’m completely bare to Callum, my nipples pressing against his chest.

Even though he’s still in his boxers, he backs me up into the shower anyway, both of us getting wet underneath the hot spray. I drag my stare down his body, appreciating the way the soaked fabric hangs off his hard cock.

Callum’s heavy-lidded eyes pierce mine. “What do you think, Pey? A little harder this time? You can always say ‘stop’ if it’s too much.”

The gruff tone of voice tells me that he might already know my answer. I don’t want gentle right now. I just want him.

“Harder,” I echo.

I palm his cock through his drenched boxers at the same time he reaches for my pussy, cupping it with his whole hand and squeezing.

“More,” I say breathlessly, trying to pull down the elastic of his boxers.

“Not yet.” Callum cradles the back of my head and nudges me against the shower wall. The water sprays down my side, keeping me warm. “Be good, hm? C’mon. Where’s my good girl?”

I roll my hips against him. “Callum…”

He grins. “There she is, moaning my name.”

Callum drops to his knees and lifts my leg to the corner seat of the shower. With one foot on the floor and the other one on the ledge, I’m spread and exposed. He licks over my hair, pausing at the top of my clit.

“You’re so pretty,” he murmurs, “but you already know that, huh?”

“I like to hear you say it,” I manage between shallow breaths. “I like it when you tell me.”

He hums, slipping one, two fingers inside me. “The prettiest. Everywhere. Let me show you how pretty you are.”

Callum flattens his tongue against me, eating me out with abandon. Finger-fucking me the whole time, stroking just the right spot, nuzzling me with his nose. The sounds he makes—sloppy, loud sucking—are so erotic that my body reacts with a frantic sense of urgency. There’s no room for self-consciousness as I grind on his face, trying to seek relief. I’m already close. It’s happening so fast.

My hands find his hair, and I tug on the ends. “Oh my God, I…”

He groans in response, the noise muffled by the weight of my skin. And when he looks up from between my thighs, his tongue buried in me, I’m at the mercy of my pleasure sweeping over my body. My mouth opens on a moan of his name, and water droplets fall on my lower lip, dripping down my chin.

Callum studies me closely from his knees, licking me until my thighs stop shaking.

I reach down and tilt his forehead back. “Okay, okay.”

He laps up my arousal from the edges of his mouth as he stands. Pressing his thumb against my lower lip, he asks, “How pretty do you feel right now, Pey?”

I’m still coming down from my high, and when he talks to me like that… He knows what it does to me.

“I… I…”

Callum replaces his thumb with his lips, giving me a soft kiss. “Say it, honey.”

I loll my head against the shower wall. “I feel so pretty.”

A boyish grin appears on his face. “Good. Turn around for me?”

I face the wall, and he adjusts the spray so it runs down my back. Callum’s hands move across my wet skin, pushing my hair over one shoulder.

The slap of wet fabric hitting the floor echoes in the shower, and I squirm in anticipation, knowing he’s naked behind me. His cock slides in between my thighs, and I nearly lose my balance.

“Can I come inside you?” Callum strangles out.

“Yes. I’m on birth control. I’ve never… with anyone else. Please.”