23. Callie
Callie
He stretched his arms out along the back of the couch and stared up at me. “I’m yours, Cupcake. Use me however you want.”
Oh, god, there was something about seeing a man as big and tough as Cole offering himself up like he was that just made me a little feral. I told myself I wasn’t doing anything wrong as I ran my hands up his chest and over his shoulders. The muscles flexed under my palms. “W-what I want?”
The couch creaking brought my attention to how hard Cole was gripping the couch.
My hand shook as I slid it down his shoulder and arm to slowly uncurl his.
I brought his hand to my thigh and pressed it down hard so he knew what I wanted.
His big hand easily gripped the top of my thigh with his thumb dipping to my inner thigh.
The grip was hard enough to bruise and I wanted it to.
I took his other hand and pulled it to my chest while holding his gaze.
The muscles in his neck were tense and his face looked strained but he let me do whatever I had in mind.
His jaw muscles worked when I pressed his hand to the center of my chest. I could tell I was playing with fire but I wasn’t thinking about consequences right then.
I was in a trance over Cole and my body had more control than my brain.
“Callie.” There was a warning in the way he said my name.
I had his hand clutched to my body and we both knew it would be so easy for me to move it to either side of my body so he could cup my breasts.
Each time I blinked I could see him at the riverbank that night, his hands and mouth full of my breasts.
I’d had his teeth marks all over my flesh for days as a constant reminder of how much he’d loved my boobs.
“Cole.” I slowly leaned forward and pressed my lips to his cheek.
I hovered for a beat and then kissed the spot just below.
I moved my hands to his neck and held him as I breathed against his warm skin between kisses.
With our faces so close, the butterflies in my stomach went crazy.
The potential for finally getting what I wanted was too great.
I moved my mouth slowly but steadily closer to his until I brushed the corner of his lips.
I moved to the other side of his face and did the same, tasting him with the briefest of touches from my tongue.
His chest rumbled with a groan and he moved both hands to my ass to squeeze it hard.
A moan slipped out before I could stop it but once that sound hung in the air between us, Cole quit pretending that he wasn’t always in control.
He tilted his head back enough to lock eyes with me. “Kiss me.”
I slid my hands into his hair and let out a whimper before doing as I was told.
I pressed my lips to his and he didn’t disappoint.
He pulled back a fraction of an inch and his eyes fluttered open like he’d just been given the most delicious dessert.
Our breath tangled in that hair-thin space between us, his tinged with the beer he’d had earlier and mint.
In the beat of a second I felt like we’d shared hours hovering that closely.
“Fuck.” That was Cole’s proclamation before slamming his lips over mine. The force of his kiss surprised me but I felt that same desperation. I met him with just as much neediness.
Sliding my hands into his hair, I gripped whatever I could. I only realized I was tugging his ears when he sank his teeth into my bottom lip and growled.
“Those are attached, baby.” His breathless growl kept me from laughing; he was too hot like that, more animal than man.
His hands moved to my hips and he dragged me back and forth against his erection until we froze with our mouths open against each other’s.
The feeling was too good, too strong to do anything other than let it happen.
Like my shirt was on fire, I jerked back and forcefully ripped it over my head and then did the same to Cole’s.
His hands were on my breasts instantly, kneading them and plucking my hard nipples through my thin bra.
Without his hands guiding my hips I took over.
I gripped his shoulder and let my head fall back as I rode him. “Neck, Cole.”
His hands slowed as he seemed to come back into his control.
He sat up and wrapped his arms around me so one hand was gripping the back of my neck.
It only took seconds for him to get his mouth on my throat but it was still too long.
He was rough with his beard and teeth against my sensitive skin and it was just what I needed.
By the time he brought his lips back to mine I was sliding my hips back and forth in his lap fast enough that I knew the denim of his jeans would leave me sore the next day.
He tugged my hair and the roughness ripped a moan from me that felt like a scream in the quiet house.
I froze just as he pinned me to his chest and held me still.
“As much as I love that sound and as much as it’s haunted my dreams every night lately, I don’t think you want to wake up the boys, baby. ”
The boys. I all but threw myself away from him and into my pile of laundry. Things fell down over my head but I just flicked them away and stared at Cole like we’d just committed murder together.
He sighed and scrubbed his hands up and down his face. “Callie. Don’t look at me like that, sweetheart.”
I stumbled getting up but I didn’t let it slow me down in getting my shirt and yanking it back on.
The boys. Our sons were just down the hallway.
The hallway that I only owned because I had a job that I’d lose if I got caught being involved with a parent.
Reality crashed over me much harder than my pile of clothes.
“Callie.”
I sucked in a sharp breath and backed away. “I’m sorry. I… I shouldn’t have done that.”
“Woman, you’re killing me.” He moved to stand up but hesitated when I held out my hands. “What do you want me to do, Callie? What would make you feel better?”
“I think I need to just go to bed. Um. You can stay on the couch if you’d like. So Noah doesn’t wake up without you in the morning. I’ll just clear off the clothes and grab you a blanket and pillow.” I tried to grab the clothes but he gripped my shoulders and held me steady.
“Leave the clothes. Just toss me a pillow and I’ll be good.” He inhaled deeply and leaned down to kiss the top of my head. “It’s okay, Callie. You don’t need to worry. I’ll do whatever you want.”
I grabbed his arms and held on for a second before rushing away. “I’ll just get you that pillow.”