He didn’t speak; he just lifted his arm. Brianne moved closer to him, rolling onto her side with great effort, and he wrapped his arm around her. She opened her mouth to say something, but she couldn’t find her voice, and she gave up trying. They lay together, wrapped up in each other, a tangle of sweaty limbs, getting their breaths back.
Brianne’s whole body felt like warm, delicious jelly, and lying in Callin’s arms, listening to his heartbeat pounding in his chest, she felt safer than she had ever felt in her life.
When Brianne finally felt she had come back to herself and that she could move again, maybe even speak again, she pulled her head back and looked up at Callin. She could see he was almost asleep. His blinks were long and slow. He smiled down at her, a sleepy smile, and then he leaned forward and rubbed his lips across hers before settling back down with his head on the arm of the couch, pulling her more tightly against him.
She realized then that she had no words to describe what had just happened between them, but she also realized that it didn’t matter. She didn’t need words. They had connected on another level entirely during their lovemaking session, and their bodies had done all of their talking for them.
She let herself relax again, snuggling closer to Callin, and when she felt his arm getting heavy on her and heard his breathing becoming slower and deeper, she told herself she was just going to lie here for another five minutes and then she would go.
The five minutes passed, and she told herself just another five minutes and then she would definitely go. She knew she should go. Arriving on the set tomorrow with Callin would just be rubbing Valerie’s nose in their relationship, and while Callin was confident he could handle Valerie, Brianne didn’t want her work life to become too unbearable—she had to spend a lot of hours there every day and she would prefer them to run smoothly. The trouble was, though, putting all logic aside, Brianne didn’t want to leave. She wanted to stay here in Callin’s arms for the night. Maybe forever.
When her own eyes started to close, she lost all of her resolve and she let them close, slipping into sleep beside Callin.
10
Callin woke up slowly, his head instantly engulfed with the memory of Brianne and the amazing sex they had had. She had come so many times he had lost count and he was almost certain that at one point, she had actually blacked out from the pleasure, something he had previously thought was a myth. He could understand how it had happened, though. His senses had been so overwhelmed with pleasure at several points last night that his vision had become blurry and he had been sure he was going to black out himself.
He smiled at the memory of Brianne’s hot, tight little pussy wrapped around him, of her clit, wet and slippery and pulsing beneath his touch. He remembered how her mouth had felt on his lips, on his cock. And he couldn’t help but think of how her hands had roamed over his whole body. He could feel his cock getting hard again now just thinking about last night. He already craved her touch once more.
He finally opened his eyes. It was still dark and he started to close his eyes again, but then he reached out for Brianne and realized she was no longer beside him. Her movement must have been what woke him up.
He sat up, his eyes adjusting to the dark. He realized he wasn’t in bed; he was on the couch. That explained why he was chilly and why his neck felt a little stiff. He massaged his neck with one hand as he looked around for Brianne. She was nowhere in sight and his heart sank when he saw her clothes were gone from the ground in front of the couch. Defeated, he lay back down, but he thought sleep would evade him now.
Brianne must be having second thoughts about us, he thought to himself. Why else would she have sneaked away in the middle of the night like this?
His heart swelled, relief flooding him when he heard the toilet flushing. She hadn’t left. She was just using the bathroom. She’d put her clothes on, though. Maybe it was later than he thought. He checked his watch. It was almost four—another hour or so until they had to be up to get ready for work.
Callin heard Brianne’s footsteps heading toward the living room and he sat up again. He reached out and flicked on the lamp beside the couch, blinking a few times as his eyes adjusted to the light. Brianne came into the room and he was assaulted once more by how good she looked. Her make-up was all but gone—a black smudge beneath each eye was pretty much all that was left of it. Her hair was still a tad mussed up from last night and she looked tired. But to Callin, Brianne had never looked more beautiful. He smiled at her as she walked toward him and she returned his smile. That was a good sign.
“Sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you,” she said.
“So you were going to slip out without even telling me?” Callin said.
He kept his tone light although the thought of her flitting away without so much as a “see you later” bothered him on so many levels.
“I was going
