“Callan,” I moan, and he moves to the other breast, giving it the same amount of blissful attention. He spends a long time on my flesh and my lips tingle, wanting to kiss him, to taste him on my tongue.
His head lifts and he shifts. My hand slides from his boxers as he settles himself on top of me. His big palm smooths my hair back from my forehead and intense blue eyes lock on mine.
“Do you know what we’re doing here, Gemma?” he asks, his gaze roaming my face, worry mingling with arousal.
“I think we do,” I say, to put him at ease. “Two friends just being there for each other. It’s nothing more than that.”
“I don’t have any more to give,” he says. “I don’t want to hurt you or let you think there could be more.”
My heart squeezes for all this man has lost. “I love how honest you are, Callan.” I put my hand on his cheek, and his warmth wraps around me like a favorite blanket. “I want to be with you tonight. Like this. It just feels right, don’t you think?”
“Yeah, but I shouldn’t…” A pained look rips across his face as he briefly looks away. “I shouldn’t want. I don’t des—”
His words fall off, so I say, “I’m afraid to be with anyone.”
“You’re not afraid of me, though.”
“No, never, but it’s okay, Callan. We don’t have to.”
There’s hunger back in his eyes when they lift to mine. “I want to be with you, and it does feel right, Gemma.”
“We’re just giving each other what we need tonight. No tomorrows.” I part my lips in invitation as he nods.
“I’m going to kiss you now. Do you think you’d like that?” he asks, his playfulness back.
I slide my hands around his head. “No,” I say, and he stills. “I think I’d love that.” His low moan reverberates around us as he closes his mouth over mine. His lips are soft, gentle at first, a slow introduction to let me get used to the feel. I moan and slide my tongue into his mouth to find his and a deep growl rips from his throat. My heart speeds up. I like that I can do that to him, that he chose me to trust, just like I chose him.
He kisses me with hunger, passion, a man starved of a woman’s touch for so long, and it makes me want to give him everything he’s lacking. I widen my legs, my knees up in the air as his hard cock presses against my center.
“I like everything about this,” I murmur when he breaks the kiss. He presses hot, open mouthed kisses to my cheek, sliding lower to bury his face in the hollow of my neck. I might not have seen this man in a while, but the intimacy between us, the honesty and trust is unlike anything I’ve ever before experienced. How is it possible that I feel so close to this man, so fast?
I’m not sure, but I’m going to revel in it, let it fill the hole in my soul, until past hurts are just that…hurts from the past. He slides down my body, his teeth nipping at the lace on my underwear.
“I’m a little disappointed,” he says, and my heart stops beating, until I catch the smirk on his face.
“Oh?”
“I love you in these sexy little panties, but I was hoping to see my clothes on you.”
“You were?”
“Yeah, I don’t know why? Strange, huh?” he says and slips a finger into the band, running his big rough finger back and forth, back and forth, and I almost cry out, yell at him to touch my clit like that, but I don’t want to rush things. I want to take tonight slow, and savor the sweetness in each moment.
“If you like I could get up and get dressed for you.” I pretend to move and his growl stops me. I stifle a chuckle.
“Now let’s not go crazy,” he teases.
“You’ll be happy to know I’m not disappointed.”
“Glad to hear it.”
“I have no desire to see you in my clothes.”
His laughter vibrates me, and I sink deeper into the mattress as it strokes my body. I honestly don’t ever remember laughing during sex, ever drawing it out with fun, sexy banter. A girl could get used to this kind of sex.
“I promise you won’t have to worry about that. Not that there is anything wrong with it, but it’s just not my thing.”
“You’re saying I won’t find you in my panties, then,” I tease.
“Well, I don’t know if I’d go so far as to say that.” A thrill goes through me as he dips his fingers into my panties. He parts me with his fingers and lightly strokes my clit. I moan.
“I like your version of being in my panties better,” I say.
“Glad you like it.” He runs his finger along the length of me. “I like it too.”
“Yeah,” is all I manage to get out as my thoughts trail off, unable to focus on anything but the pleasure in his touch.
“Want to know what I’d like more?”
“Yes,” I say and lift my head to see him. His eyes are completely focused on my panties. “Tell me. No, wait?”
“Wait?”
“Don’t tell me, show me.”
He exhales. “I was hoping you’d say that.” He nips at my panties again, dragging them lower on my hips, just enough to expose my damp sex. “You are so damn wet for me,” he says.
“Please touch me,” I say, and shock myself. I’m not a girl to open up and ask for things during sex, but with Callan, it’s different. This safe space he’s created for me has allowed me to relax.
“I’m going to touch you, Gemma. I’m going to do whatever you want me to do.”
“I like that. Here’s the thing, though. There’s something
