Chapter 28
twenty-eight
brEE
We’re heading back to my place now, and I can finally let out the sigh that’s been waiting to escape for hours.
I let my mind wander a bit, and of course it lands on how good Callan looks with one hand steady on the wheel, the other resting low on my thigh.
It’s impossible not to get a little lost in the way he sits there, like everything around us could fall apart, and he’d still have it all figured out.
“Thank you.”
He glances at me, brows furrowing, his focus shifting just enough for me to see the confusion flicker in his eyes. “For what?”
“For being so perfectly you and getting my parents to adore you.”
The corner of his mouth lifts into that signature smirk. “Well, I can’t take all the credit. I had a pretty great motivation.”
It still catches me off guard when he’s sweet like this. I expect sarcasm, some sharp remark, but then he surprises me with that.
“Or,” he says, “your parents might just have really low standards.”
I burst into laughter. Now that is what I was expecting.
I shake my head, trying to suppress my smile. “I knew you couldn’t resist.”
His chuckle fills the car as his fingers give my thigh a gentle squeeze. “Come on, you love it.”
Damn it, I do. I can’t deny that. His quick wit and the way he keeps me on my toes, it’s one of the things that got to me from the start. It’s him, and it’s perfect in its own maddening way.
We pull up to my condo, and I feel…better. Maybe it’s the relief of surviving dinner with my parents, or maybe it’s the fact that, somehow, he managed to charm his way into their good graces in record time. Or maybe it’s the way he looks ridiculously sexy in that confident way of his.
He shifts the car into park and turns to me, those blue eyes glinting in the low light, full of mischief and just enough arrogance to make my pulse do something very irresponsible.
“So,” he drawls, tilting his head slightly. “Are you going to invite me up for a nightcap?”
I raise a brow. “A nightcap? Who says that anymore? Besides, I’m pretty sure you’ve got nowhere else to be,” I tease.
His laugh sinks in and leaves a smoldering heat in its wake.
“Fair enough,” he murmurs as he cuts the engine. His eyes never leave mine.
Before I even realize I’m moving, I lean in, drawn to him like I don’t have a choice in the matter. His hand is there in an instant, fingertips grazing my cheek in the softest, laziest way, like he has all the time in the world to touch me. And maybe he does.
I swallow, forcing myself to break the silence, to break whatever spell he’s cast. “Come on,” I say softly, almost too softly, as I open the door and step out into the cool night.
When we reach my door, his hand drifts over the small of my back, just the lightest brush of his fingers, sending a shiver straight down my spine.
I fumble with the keys, suddenly all thumbs because I don’t know how to focus when he’s standing so close. Judging by the way his breath skims the back of my neck, he knows exactly what he’s doing.
Finally, the lock clicks, and I push the door open, stepping inside. I turn to him, offering a small, knowing smile.
“So,” I say, leaning against the doorframe, “still want that nightcap?”
He takes a step forward, his gaze never leaving mine, a slow smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. “If that nightcap is in the form of you naked and spread wide open for me, yes.”
My breath catches at the sheer confidence in his tone. His strong, sure hands find my waist, pulling me in without hesitation. Before I can come up with a witty response, his lips crash into mine.
I melt. My back meets the wall, and any thought of teasing him disappears the second his hands tighten on my hips.
His scent, so familiar and intoxicating, fills my lungs, wrapping around me as his body presses flush against mine.
His fingers dig in like he’s already staking his claim, and when his tongue brushes against mine, full of intent, I feel it everywhere.
The world outside blurs. My pulse pounds in my ears, my body arching into him on instinct and craving more. Judging by the way he deepens the kiss, his hands sliding lower, his grip turning a little rougher, he knows exactly what he’s doing to me.
He breaks away, tracing his lips down my neck. My eyes flutter closed, my fingers tangling in his hair. I need more of him. More of everything.
“God, I’ve wanted to do that all night,” Callan breathes, his voice filled with a hunger that matches my own.
I pull at his shirt. “Bedroom. Now.”
He grins, that wicked, unrestrained smirk that makes my pulse spike, and lifts me effortlessly. I wrap my legs around his waist as he carries me down the hall, his lips never leaving mine.
We stumble into the bedroom, the door slamming shut behind us. Clothes hit the floor in a hurry, discarded without a second thought. It’s impossible to care about anything except the way he makes me feel like I’m alive, electrified, and entirely his.
His body is enough to make anyone weak in the knees, but it’s the way he looks at me with desire and tenderness that’s truly devastating in the best way.
He lays me down gently on the bed, his hands warm against my skin as he moves with purpose.
His lips graze my neck, trailing a path to my chest. His expert hands cup my breasts, rolling my nipples between his fingers.
His tongue dances between them, teasing and flicking.
His touch sets my skin ablaze, every nerve ending humming with need. Callan takes his time, savoring every inch of my body like he’s committing it to memory. His lips trace down to my stomach, his tongue dipping into my navel before continuing lower.
A gasp escapes me as his fingers slip between my thighs, finding me already slick. “Callan,” I breathe, his name a plea on my lips.
He glances up at me through his lashes, his eyes dark with lust. “I love hearing you say my name like that,” he murmurs.
Without warning, he dips his head, his tongue sliding through my folds.
My back arches off the bed, fingers fisting in the sheets as waves of pleasure roll through me.
He explores me with a singular focus, alternating between broad strokes of his tongue and more targeted attention on my most sensitive spot.
My thighs tremble, toes curling, as he builds me higher and higher.
“Don’t stop,” I gasp, my fingers threading through his hair, holding him exactly where I need him.
He groans against me, the vibrations sending sparks shooting up my spine. His fingers join his mouth, slipping inside me with practiced ease, pressing just right.
I’m lost to the sensation and the overwhelming pleasure that threatens to consume me entirely. Every flick of his tongue, every thrust of his fingers, brings me closer to that edge.
“Please,” I whimper. “Don’t stop.”
My pleas only spur him on, his movements becoming more deliberate. His tongue swirls around my clit with an intensity that makes my vision blur at the edges. His fingers pump in and out, finding that perfect rhythm that has me seeing stars.
I’m lost in a haze of euphoria, my world narrowed down to the points where his skin meets mine. The way his stubble scrapes deliciously against my inner thighs. The heat of his breath ghosting over my sensitive skin.
My body tenses, every muscle pulled taut. And then, with one final curl of his fingers, one last flick of his tongue, I come undone. Waves of ecstasy crash over me, my cries echoing off the walls as I reach my climax.
Callan works me through it, his movements slowing but not ceasing, drawing out my pleasure until I’m weary and spent.
I’ve barely come down from the high when he looks up at me, his blue eyes resembling a storm, wild and untamed. “Still not enough.”
Lucky for him, I’m nowhere near done with him, either.
He climbs onto the bed beside me, his hands finding their way across my body with a teasing precision, his fingers dancing along every spot that makes me twitch and squirm. A soft laugh slips out as I try to pull away, but he’s relentless.
“Please,” I whisper, knowing exactly what’s coming next.
He smirks, moving his hand between us as he fists his hard length, guiding it to my entrance. With one smooth thrust, he fills me completely.
Our bodies find a rhythm like they’ve always known each other, every stroke showering me in ecstasy.
“Christ, Bree. You’re incredible,” he groans. “The way you taste, how tight you are. So fucking perfect.”
He swells inside me, his pace quickening as he chases his release. His thrusts become more demanding, more urgent, and the anticipation inside me tightens, ready to snap.
“Come for me, love,” he murmurs.
His words push me over the edge, and I’m consumed by the most intense orgasm of my life.
His gaze locks onto mine as he gives a final thrust, his body shuddering, muscles tensing.
The warmth of his release spreads through me like a slow-burning fire.
It’s primal, raw, and incredible. Like nothing I’ve ever experienced before.
His movements still, but he doesn’t pull away, instead resting his forehead against mine. For a moment, there’s nothing but the sound of our ragged breaths mingling in the space between us.
Slowly, he rolls to his back, pulling me with him as my head rests in the crook of his neck. He presses a tender kiss to my forehead, his strong arms holding me tight. I feel safe. Cherished.
“That was…” I trail off, searching for the right words, but none seem to do it justice.
“Mind-blowing? Earth-shattering? Life-changing?”
I laugh softly. “That’s one way to put it.”
He leans in, his lips brushing a tender kiss against my forehead, then my cheek, before finally claiming my lips in a slow, almost languid kiss. It’s a perfect balance after the heated frenzy.
“You know,” he murmurs, lips still hovering a whisper away from mine, “I think I might need another nightcap.”
Before I can even think, my teeth sink into the curve of his bottom lip. “Maybe you should ask nicely.”
A growl rumbles from his chest, his eyes darkening with that familiar hunger. “Please,” he begs. “May I have another?”
I drag my fingers down the firm lines of his torso, savoring the heat of his skin beneath my touch, letting the tension hang between us for just a moment longer. “Well, since you asked so nicely…”
The shift happens so quickly, I barely have time to register it before I’m straddling him, his hands gripping my waist with a possessive urgency.
My breath catches as I lean down, capturing his lips in a kiss that burns with the promise of more.
He’s already hard again beneath me, and I lift myself just enough to sink down onto him slowly, relishing the delicious stretch as he fills me inch by glorious inch.
He throws his head back against the pillows, a low groan escaping as arousal ripples through him. His face is a study in tortured pleasure with his eyes squeezed shut, jaw clenched, lips parted in a silent plea for more.
His eyes flutter open and find mine. “Fucking hell, Bree. You’re so beautiful like this.”
The rhythm builds naturally, our bodies moving in sync. There’s no rush this time. I revel in every long stroke as he watches me with an intensity that has me close to the edge once again.
His skin is hot under my palms as I brace my hands on his chest, picking up speed, guided by the firm grip of his fingers on my hips.
“That’s it, love. Take what you need.”
I whimper in response, too lost to form words. He sits up suddenly, wrapping an arm around my waist to pull me flush against him. The heat of his body radiates into mine, every inch of him solid and unyielding. The new angle has me gasping, clinging to his shoulders as he thrusts up into me.
“Look at me,” he commands softly.
I focus on him. The sound of his voice is enough to unravel me, but then one of his hands skates up my back to tangle in my hair.
He softly yanks my head back to expose my throat.
He latches on, sucking and nipping in a way that sends bolts of electricity straight to my core, and I shatter completely.
I’m still trembling when Callan’s rhythm falters, his breaths growing ragged against my neck.
I pull back to watch his face, mesmerized by the play of emotions across his features.
His brow furrows, eyes squeezing shut as a low groan escapes his lips.
His muscles tense, a light sheen of sweat glistening on his skin.
I feel him pulse inside me, his hips jerking upward in short, sharp thrusts.
And then his eyes snap open, those blue depths eclipsed by his blown pupils.
For a heartbeat, I forget how to breathe.
This man is devastatingly beautiful in a way that isn’t fair to the rest of humanity, or to me, specifically, because I’m the one who has to act like I haven’t just been struck by lightning.