Chapter 28
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Callie’s pulse pounded in her ears as Seth’s mouth met hers. She wanted this, and it scared her too. Not because she was scared of sex, but because she felt way more than she should be feeling. Everything with Seth was amplified beyond what it should be for the amount of time they’d known each other.
She thought of a book she’d read a few years ago. The main point she’d always had trouble with was how two people who knew nothing about each other fell in love instantly and irrevocably, indulged in four stolen days together, and then never saw each other again because they’d had to choose not to wreck the lives of those around them.
It wasn’t the affair she found unbelievable. It was the utter conviction this was the person meant for them that happened so instantaneously and lasted until the day they died.
She didn’t think she felt that conviction about Seth, but she felt something more than she’d ever felt before.
He broke the kiss and reached into the shower to turn on the water. He’d left the bathroom door open, and Luna walked inside, took one look at them both, and went to lay in the hallway as if she knew what was about to happen didn’t involve her but she needed to be close by regardless.
“You showering with those clothes on or what?” Seth asked as he toed off his boots and ripped his shirt over his head. “Or do you need my help?”
He was large in the space. Imposing. But oh my stars, that chest. She’d seen his bare chest before, but she’d never been able to stare the way she was now. His muscles were defined, rippling beneath his skin whenever he made the slightest movement.
“I’ve got it,” she said, unsnapping her jeans and pushing them down her hips while he did the same.
Callie’s breath caught in her throat. He wore boxer briefs. Dear heaven. They were gray, fitted, and they strained against the outline of his cock. Big, beautiful, almost spilling from the fabric. Her mouth went dry, and she suddenly found herself unable to speak.
“Come here,” he whispered, twining his fingers with hers and tugging her toward him. “Last chance to change your mind, Callie.”
But his fingers stroked the skin of her belly, slid under the waistband of her panties, teasing at the edge. He hadn’t even touched the sensitive bits and she was ready to melt.
“Not going to,” she gasped as his other hand roamed around to squeeze her ass cheek. “More. Please.”
“You got it, babe.”
Seth unsnapped her bra and slipped it from her arms, dropping it on the counter. Then he pushed her panties down her body and made her turn to face the mirror. Even their reflection turned her on. He was big behind her, dark, and she practically glowed with light and heat. Her lips were parted, her nipples hard peaks. Her pussy ached with the need to be touched by someone other than herself.
She was no stranger to getting herself off, but it wasn’t the same thing as having a gorgeous, unbelievably beautiful man do it for her.
With her.
Because this was a participation sport. Seth cupped her breasts with both hands, then tweaked and played with her nipples while pushing his boxer-clad cock against her ass.
Callie couldn’t stop the little gasps and breathy moans that squeaked from her throat as he pinched and pulled her sensitive flesh. A moment later his mouth dropped to her shoulder, his tongue licking across her skin to her neck. Shudders of delight rolled through her. She shifted her legs, the wetness between them dripping onto her inner thighs. It ought to be embarrassing, and yet she was completely turned on by it.
“What do you like, Callie?” he asked, his voice a rumble against her ear. Then he nibbled her earlobe and her body turned to putty.
“That. All of it.”
“What else?”
She watched his hand glide down her body, his fingers parting her before disappearing in the seam. Callie groaned as Seth swore.
“Fuck, you’re wet.”
“Sorry,” she gasped.
“Are you kidding me?” He stroked her clit and her back arched as her body begged for more. “It’s fucking perfect. I could slide inside you right now and you’d take every inch. But this would end much too fast because I wouldn’t be able to stop myself. I’d fuck you until we both came and then be pissed I didn’t take my time.”
“Do it then. We’ve got time for more.”
“You’re bad for my control, babe.”
He stroked her a little faster now and she leaned forward, hands on the counter, widening her legs so he could reach her better. His other hand skimmed down her spine until he was squeezing her ass.
And then he was gone, and she was gasping for air, disappointment welling inside her. It didn’t last long because he took her hand and led her to the shower and opened the door for her. Then he shucked his briefs and stepped into the enclosure with her.
Callie let her gaze drop over his body, her heart hammering against her ribs like a trapped butterfly. He grinned at her. “Love a walk-in shower big enough for two.”
He hooked an arm around her waist and dragged her against him, their bodies meeting beneath the spray. He shifted them so their heads weren’t underwater and kissed her. Callie had to stand on tiptoe to wrap her arms around his neck as she kissed him back with all the passion beating in her soul.
His tongue against hers was magic. Hot, sweet magic. They kissed until she ached so bad it hurt, until his dick pressing against her abdomen felt like a brand.
“Fuck,” he said, dragging his mouth from hers. “Condoms.”
She turned his chin from the direction of the door and made him look at her. “I have an IUD. I’ve had one since college. This one was changed a couple of years ago. I haven’t had sex since I left college, so you do the math.”
That last part was embarrassing, but it was the truth and he needed to know it. It was also crazy that she was basically initiating a conversation about having unprotected sex with a man she’d known for four days.
His gaze dropped down her body. “Baby, that’s a waste. You’re so fucking pretty.”
She couldn’t help but grin. “Thank you. But you realize a woman doesn’t need to be pretty to have sex, right? She just needs to be horny and have a willing partner.”
“Yeah, but I have to think she’s pretty or we’re not getting lift off.”
Callie snorted. “How can you make me laugh at a time like this? I’m confessing that I’m a lonely, practically virginal girl here and you’re concentrating on the wrong thing.”
He bent to lick a nipple and she gasped, clutching his shoulders for support. When he finished with her nipple, he licked his way up her throat and kissed her.
“Believe me, I know what the right thing is. And I wanted you to laugh because you’re embarrassed it’s been so long for you. You shouldn’t be. It’s up to you when you have sex and who you have it with. If you didn’t find a guy you wanted in all that time, I’m not judging you.” He let his gaze drop down her body, back up again. “Turns me on knowing you’ve chosen me after all this time. Okay, now me. I’ve had a handful of partners over the past year, and I always wear a condom. Always. But I want to be bare inside you. Not gonna lie about that. If you’re offering, I’m accepting.”
Oh God.
“I’m offering.”
His smile was beautiful. Heart stopping. “I’m gonna make you feel good, Callie. Promise you that.”
She believed him.
He reached for the shampoo and poured some in his hand. Then he made her turn around so he could wash her hair, massaging her scalp in a way that made her moan at how good it felt. “Rinse.”
She did so as he got the conditioner. Then he applied it to the ends the way she showed him and got a squirt of body wash. That’s when the torture began.
He soaped her body thoroughly, slowly, rubbing her breasts rhythmically, pinching and pulling her nipples until she was a quivering mass of nerves. He soaped the rest of her, careful not to use too much in places where it could itch and sting. She rinsed everything off, including the conditioner, while he dashed the soap across his body much too fast for her liking.
“Slow down and let me.”
“Nope, not this time.” He finished in record time, then took both her hands in his and turned her to the wall, lifting her arms over her head and pressing her into the tile. “I’m too hard and too eager to let you start rubbing my body. I’d embarrass myself if you tried. A man likes to have staying power when he’s trying to impress a woman for the first time.”
“I’m already impressed. Nothing you could do would ruin this for me.”
He let go of her hands and she dropped them to his shoulders. “Uh-uh, Callie. Hands over your head.”
She did as he said, shivering with anticipation. Then he dropped his mouth to hers and dominated the kiss, asking for more and more as his hands roamed her body. He pushed her breasts together and bent to lick and suck her nipples.
“Seth,” she said, his name a broken moan.
“I know. I feel it too.” He let go of her breasts and gripped her hips. “Up, Callie.”
She put her arms around his neck and lifted her legs to wrap around him as he hefted her against the tile.
“I wanted to take it slow, but I can’t.”
“I don’t want you to,” she whispered fiercely.
His fingers skimmed against her clit, and she bowed her back, trying to get closer to him. His cock was at her entrance, and she’d never wanted anything so desperately in her life as she wanted him in that minute.
“God, you’re wet.” He slipped inside her and she wrapped her legs tighter around him, wanting more than he was currently giving. She knew he did it out of consideration for her, but she was ready. She couldn’t get any wetter, any more turned on.
“It’s okay, Seth. Fuck me. I need you to fuck me now.”
He swore and pushed all the way inside her. Callie cried out and he stilled. “Did I hurt you?”
“No, you dork. It feels… oh God… a- mazing.”