Chapter 26
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
CALLA
It’s the day I’ve been dreading. The day Ash and I say goodbye for a while.
I grab my phone and then lay on my side to take a photo of him sleeping. He looks so peaceful, so happy with the path he’s about to take and so he should. He’s worked hard to get to this point. I just wish I was in a position to go with him. I’m dreading today; dreading it.
His eyes flicker open, and he takes a deep breath through his nose, stretching out his body. “What time is it?” he asks, turning on his side to face me too.
“Just after 7am.”
“Were you just taking a picture of me?”
“Maybe,” I giggle, placing my phone back on the side cabinet.
He smiles, his hand reaching for my body which is already sliding closer to his.
His fingers run over my bare shoulder, and I close my eyes, savouring the moment.
Ash shifts closer, our bodies flush against the other, skin against skin.
I’m glad I took a photo of him sleeping.
It’s for those times I’m alone and missing him.
I don’t know if it will help or not, but I’m already thinking of ways to get through the next few months.
His hand glides down my arm, causing a shiver of excitement through me. “Are you cold?” he asks, misreading my body language.
I shake my head a little, a smile forming on my lips.
I cup his jawline, closing my eyes while enjoying his skin against mine.
His strong arm curls around me, bringing me closer still; as if we’re not as close as we can get already.
Our eyes lock, his mouth reaches mine, and the soft kiss of his lips bring my emotions to the fore.
I have to hold them inside. This isn’t a time to get upset and I don’t want Ash’s lasting memories of me to be sad ones.
We continue to kiss, soft and slow. Ash is taking his time. He presses his lips to my mouth, down my neck and over the curve of my shoulder. Working his way down, his lips find the curve of my breast. It’s as if he’s trying to cover me with kisses, marking every part with a little piece of him.
I run my fingers through his short, blonde strands, pulling a little as my fingers leave to follow a trail down his neck and surround either side of his face. I bring him back to me then kiss him and make sure he knows I’m always his. I want him to see it in my eyes.
A moment passes between us, a look I can’t describe.
It’s filled with everything we want to say, but the words won’t come.
Instead, Ash shows me with his mouth to mine, but this time, his lips are urgent, needy and intense.
In response, I take everything he gives; I can’t get enough.
Ash rolls me onto my back, looking down on me.
I ache for him beyond anything I can control.
Our touches quicken, our mouths explore, and finally, he settles between my legs.
My body is tired from our earlier lovemaking, but it doesn’t stop me wanting more of him. He is an addiction I can never cure.
Our bodies entwine together, slow, hot and heavy. His hard length is against my thigh, his breath warm against my neck. “I want you Cal.” His low tone breathes out, making me shudder in anticipation and arch my lower body up to his. It’s my way of begging him to take me.
Each brush of our bodies ignites a spark to my skin, the heat between us crackles and burns.
Slowly he edges inside me; quickly filling me to the brim.
“I love you, Cal, always remember.” He buries his head into the crook of my neck.
I can’t get enough of him, my body repeatedly arching to get my fill.
I strive to reach the climax, which is now imminent, so wind my legs around his back, bringing him closer still.
“Fuck,” Ash growls as the balls of my feet fold against his lower back, pushing him deeper inside.
The moment is happening, my nerves are at a point of heightened sensitivity, and when Ash growls “Fuck Cal, fuck,” once again, we both come undone.
The fire between us in those final thrusts is no less dampened by our soaked bodies.
Once we still, Ash doesn’t stop there, his mouth takes mine over and over.
“I don’t want this to stop,” he whispers.
“I know,” I say between his kisses. “Me too.”