On Loverose Lane (Return to Dublin Street #1)

29. Beth

CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE

BETH

C allan needed a minute to get himself together. He assured me there were no wet patches on my dress, but I was too flustered and dazed to return to the party. We found a side exit and disappeared without saying a word to the host.

I no longer cared if that upset Sheera. Look at the lengths I’d had to go to, to put off her son without ruining my shot at landing her as a client, and he still accosted me at this party. Moreover, she’d looked at me like I was the problem.

Callan clutched my hand tightly as we strode to his Defender. He helped me up into my seat and when his hand lingered on my leg, we shared a heated look of promise. Maybe this was madness to indulge in a no-strings-attached affair with someone I used to have real feelings for … but I couldn’t lie to myself. The way he’d made me feel and forget everything but him and the pleasure he wrung from my body was addictive.

As he rounded the car, I wasn’t so lost to lust that I didn’t forget to glance over the Jimmy Choo clutch he’d dropped when he was kissing me. To my dismay, there was a small dent on the bottom and two Swarovski crystals were missing. I must have groaned out loud because Callan asked what was wrong. I told him.

“I’ll pay for it.”

“What?”

“I dropped it. I’ll pay for it.”

“It’s a three-thousand-pound clutch, Captain.”

“That I dropped.”

“You’re not paying for it,” I replied stubbornly. “I have savings. I’ll pay for it.”

“We’ll see,” he murmured.

I glowered at him, but the longer I stared, the more my anticipation built. He was so bloody handsome. “You just got me off at a launch party.”

Callan grinned, shooting me a wicked glance, before turning his attention back to the road. “I did.”

“You’re kind of filthy.”

“You kind of love it.”

I kind of did. But we had to be smart about this. “One night,” I said. “That’s it.”

His hands clenched around the steering wheel and he countered, “Three months.”

I gaped. “No way.”

“Scared?”

“You are such a child.”

“Three months, princess. Just sex.”

“One month.”

“Two.”

“Six weeks.”

Callan sighed. “Fine. Six weeks.”

“Maybe we should see how the sex goes first before we negotiate a time period,” I said dryly.

“Fine. After we’ve had mind-blowing sex, we’ll verbally confirm six weeks. Does that work for you, Ms. All Business? Christ, I’ve had shorter negotiations over my Caley United contract.”

I laughed. “That works for me.”

We didn’t touch as we walked from his vehicle to the apartment building. I followed Callan to the lift and we got on together. My stomach was a riot of butterflies as he hit the button for his floor and the lift ascended. I felt like I was holding my breath, waiting for Callan to jump me. He didn’t.

As the lift doors opened, he gestured for me to leave first and I did, my heels clacking on the concrete floor. Then I followed him toward his door near the top of the stairwell.

Nerves and insecurities buzzed in my brain because he was suddenly acting distant, even though I felt like I might combust. As we stepped inside and he closed the door behind us, I was about to ask him if he’d changed his mind already when he spun me around. Callan’s features were taut with want as he practically ripped the clutch out of my hand and placed it on his sideboard.

And then he bent and literally flung me over his shoulder.

“Callan!” I cried, gripping onto him as I bounced awkwardly and uncomfortably atop him.

“Duck.”

I let out a squawk but did as I was told as he marched us into his bedroom. He threw me on his bed like a bloody Neanderthal returning to his cave with a female he’d stalked. I brushed my hair off my face and gaped at him in anger, ignoring the thrill of arousal tingling between my legs. “Caveman!”

Callan’s hot gaze roamed over me as he unbuttoned his waistcoat with fast, jerky movements. “Just wanted to make sure you didn’t have time to overthink it.”

I huffed because maybe he knew me better than I thought.

He shrugged off his jacket, throwing the expensive garment on the floor; his waistcoat followed. As he worked on his shirt, I pushed up onto my elbows. “I wanted to do that.”

“Next time.” He ripped off his shirt, revealing a body so perfect, I found myself gawking like a schoolgirl.

Callan not only had a six-pack and tight pecs, but he had that sharp V-cut in his obliques that was difficult to achieve without some serious working out. Every inch of him was hard and sculpted. I’d never slept with anyone who looked after his body quite like this. It was … impressive.

I was so busy staring, it took me a second to realize he was shucking off his suit trousers, followed by his underwear.

As soon as he peeled his boxer briefs down, his cock rose to greet me. My mouth went dry. He was bigger than average, not the longest I’d seen, but definitely the girthiest. And he was throbbing and veiny and straining toward his taut abs.

Wet flooded between my legs and I shifted on the bed. “My turn.”

Callan shook his head. “Stay there.”

“Why?”

He bent down and removed his wallet from his pocket. Eyes on me, he pulled out a condom and tore off the wrapper with his teeth. As he casually rolled it on his erection, he answered gruffly, “I’m fucking you in that dress first. Then we’ll get you naked.”

“W-why?”

“Because from the moment you opened your door, I wanted to press you up against the wall, push your knickers to the side, and shove my cock in you.” His voice was hoarse now as he put a knee to the bed.

“Captain …”

His eyes flashed as he caressed his hand up my leg and moved over me. My elbows gave out and I lay flat on my back, my breathing shallow as he braced himself.

But something gnawed at me, and even though I knew I shouldn’t say it, that I should enjoy myself, I blurted out, “Could I be anyone right now? Is this only convenient sex with a body you find attractive?”

His hand paused on my inner thigh as he searched my face, suddenly alert. “Beth … this might only be a casual thing … but I assure you I want you .” Callan swallowed hard. “I’m under contract at Caley United, and that contract would be voided if someone had caught me doing what I did to you tonight in public. I’ve never jeopardized my career like that … but I couldn’t help myself. I needed to touch you.” He bent his head, brushing his lips over mine as I trembled at his confession. “And I’ve never been so hard that I’m in fucking pain. Not since I was a teen.” He laughed softly, kissing along my jaw. “But I’m so hard for you, Beth Carmichael. God, I want you .”

Insecurities obliterated, I whispered, “Okay … you can have me.”

Callan’s triumphant response was to kiss me until I was a writhing, hot, needy mess in his arms. My fingers scraped across his scalp as he rocked over me. I tried to widen my legs, but my stupid dress restricted movement. “Callan,” I broke the kiss on a plea. “Dress.”

His answer was to shove the fabric up to my hips. He’d really meant it when he said he wanted me to keep it on.

Our eyes met and held as Callan slipped his fingers into the band of my thong and then he peeled it down my legs. He moved with it and the fabric got caught in my heels. Callan’s eyes flashed as he threw the thong over his shoulder. “The shoes stay on. All night, preferably.”

I let out a huff of aroused laughter as cool air tingled between my legs.

Callan kneeled at my feet, eyes dragging over me. “Spread,” he commanded.

My belly trembled at his demand, and there was freedom in giving in. Power too. Because as I bent my knees and widened my legs, I saw Callan shudder with need. He stroked his cock, making sure the condom was still in place as his chest heaved.

“Beth, fuck …” He moved to kneel between my legs, his hands coasting up the back of my thighs. His expression hardened, his grip tightened, and suddenly my hips were jerked upward.

I let out a gasp of excitement as he lifted my lower body off the bed. Eyes on me, he guided his cock to my entrance. My inner thighs shook, and my fingers curled into his duvet as the heat of him prodded me. Then he was pushing in, teeth gritted.

“Callan,” I whimpered. “Yes … yes.”

He gripped my hips again and thrust all the way in.

I let out a guttural cry because his overwhelming thickness, the angle … I could feel him everywhere. “Oh my god.”

“I know,” Callan huffed, squeezing his eyes closed for a second. “You feel amazing. Bloody hell, you feel perfect.”

My grip on his duvet tightened as his eyes opened. He looked down at where his body entered mine, and pleasure suffused his expression. Callan pulled slowly out and drove back in.

I couldn’t arch my hips, I couldn’t meet his thrusts, and there was something so exciting and thrilling about being held captive in his strong grip while he fucked me.

I was loud.

Every push into me elicited a cry as he hit that spot inside that caused the pleasure to increase in startling increments, and every thick drag out felt incredible. My cries grew louder than the next, my fingernails catching the fabric of the bedding.

“That’s it,” Callan growled as he pounded into me, my body shifting up the bed with the force of his powerful drives. “Reach it, princess. Take it.”

“Callan!” The tension inside of me spiraled. I’d never been so consumed by it before. Usually I overthought everything in bed, but there was nothing but the sensation of him overwhelming me, like there was so much of him in me, it was tearing me apart in the best way.

“I need you to come, princess,” he begged hoarsely.

“I-I’m—ahh!” I gasped. “N-nearly th-there!”

“I knew you’d be like this,” Callan said breathlessly. “Wet and hot and tight and fucking perfect!” His grip on my hips became bruising. “Come, Beth. Please. Come around me. Let me feel you squeeze my cock.”

His filthy plea was my undoing.

The tension built to the breaking point and my whole body tensed for what felt like seconds before I exploded. My hoarse cry filled his bedroom as my inner muscles throbbed around him in release and with such force, I could feel him being pushed out and pulled back in.

“Fuck!” Callan’s expression slackened, eyes wide. Then his hips juddered against mine as he groaned, long and deep. His cock pulsed inside me as I contracted around him in the blissful aftershocks of climax.

He collapsed over me, his breath puffing against my ear as he trembled and shuddered. I put my arms around him, my hands smoothing over his back. He was damp with perspiration, and he smelled of aftershave, sweat, and sex.

Dazed, I stared up at the ceiling, soothing Callan through his orgasm as my inner muscles still twitched around him.

Never in my life had I come that hard.

I didn’t think it was possible.

Callan eventually lifted his head to stare at me. I could see he was a little dazed too.

“That was …”

He swallowed, nodding, as he twitched inside me. “That was … fuck … the way you come, fuck … fuck me, we are doing that again.”

I grinned, feeling smug for two reasons.

One, sex could be utterly bloody phenomenal after all!

Two, sex with me had clearly blown Callan’s hair back. “Maybe I can even take off my dress this time, Captain.”

Callan let out a bark of laughter, the sound vibrating against my lips as he kissed me.