Chapter 46
forty-six
brEE
Ican’t stop staring at Callan, all broad shoulders and that strong jawline I could trace with my eyes for hours. Can’t stop staring at the view we’re not even close to leaving.
We haven’t moved from this spot, and I don’t think I want to. It’s too perfect here, too right.
“I can’t believe you’re really mine,” I whisper as he pulls back to look at me.
His eyes search mine, like he’s trying to make sure I’m really here, really his.
Then he traces a finger across my cheekbone, the touch gentle but sending a spark straight to my heart.
His hand comes to cup my face, pulling me in for another tender kiss, and every inch of my body tingles with anticipation as he slowly pulls away.
“All yours. Can I let you in on a little fantasy of mine?” His voice drops lower, all velvet temptation.
“Hm, sure. I bet you I have an idea of where this is going, though.”
He chuckles, a deep rumble that vibrates in my own chest. “I doubt it, love. This one’s been brewing for a while.”
I raise an eyebrow, intrigued. “Oh? Do tell.”
He leans in close, his breath warm against my ear, his voice just a whisper. “You naked on the back of my bike, hot and ready for me.”
My breath catches in my throat, and I don’t know whether to laugh or kiss him senseless. A blush creeps up my neck, coloring my cheeks as I try to maintain composure. The heat in his eyes only makes it worse—no, better. It’s a fire I absolutely want to throw myself into.
“Well, you certainly know how to make a girl feel special.” I lean in closer, letting my lips brush against his ear as I whisper, “What are you waiting for?”
His eyes darken with lust at my words, and before I can catch my breath, his muscular arm wraps possessively around my waist. He pulls me flush against him, and I feel the weight of his need as he grinds his hips into mine in a slow, deliberate movement that sends a jolt of desire through me.
“You don’t need to tell me twice,” he growls before he claims my mouth in a kiss that is pure hunger. I respond instinctively, my hands tangling in his hair, the taste of him intoxicating.
There’s a thrill of danger and excitement at the thought of being caught out here, exposed under the open sky.
There’s also something about the rawness of it, the urgency, that makes everything else fade away.
I let him peel off my clothes, piece by piece, until I stand before him, completely exposed, the night air teasing my skin.
He lifts me onto the bike, spreading my legs. “Fuck, how did I get this lucky?” he groans, palming his hard length straining against the denim of his jeans.
My heart races as I meet his gaze, his broad frame outlined by the moonlight, the leather of his jacket catching in the glow. He radiates confidence, strength, and a quiet power that makes me feel both safe and charged all at once.
“Are you ready for this?”
“God, yes,” I breathe. “Please.”
A cool breeze brushes against my skin, making my nipples tighten. He undoes his belt, unbuttons his jeans, and pulls out his hard cock, stroking its length as his eyes roam over my body.
I’m dying to touch. Taste. Feel. I’m getting wetter by the second and can barely stop myself from dripping onto the leather seat.
He inches closer, teasing my entrance but holding back. “Later, Sunshine,” he whispers into my ear, “I’ll worship every inch of you like you deserve. But for now, we’re going to be rough and fast. You’ll be screaming by the time we’re done.”
He always keeps me guessing. One minute he’s making jokes, and the next he’s talking dirty as hell. I love it. I crave it. And I know just the right thing to say to make sure I get exactly what I need from him.
“Are you just going to talk about it, or are you going to take me on your bike right here, sir?” My hand traces a slow path down my stomach, stopping just short of where I’m soaked between my thighs. His eyes darken as he watches my fingertips graze the tip of his cock.
He snaps, slamming into me with a ferocity that sends shockwaves through my body. His grip on my hips is possessive, pushing me against the hard metal frame of the bike. The world around us blurs as our movements become frenzied, punctuated by ragged breaths and the sound of leather against metal.
His voice is raw and rough as he mutters his praise into my ear. “Fuck, you feel so good. So tight. So mine.”
His words ignite a fire deep in me. I clench around him, eager for more, as he begins to thrust harder and faster. The heat of his skin against mine is intoxicating. His desire-darkened eyes, his lips parted slightly… God, he’s beautiful.
With each thrust, he nips at my neck and shoulders, marking his territory with teeth and tongue.
It’s almost painful how good it feels. Just when I think I can’t take anymore, he leans down, taking my breast into his mouth.
His tongue swirls around my sensitive peak, teasing and flicking.
I arch my back, pressing closer to his hungry mouth.
His stubble against my sensitive skin, the heat of his mouth, of him stretching me, is overwhelming.
I throw my head back. “Oh, god,” I moan, my fingers tangling in his hair to hold him against me.
He releases my nipple, looking up at me with eyes full of yearning. “You like that, don’t you?”
“Yes,” I gasp. “Don’t stop.”
I’m trembling, so close to the edge. “Please,” I whimper, not even sure what I’m begging for. He seems to know exactly what I need, though. His fingers find my clit, rubbing tight circles as he pounds into me.
“Look at me,” he commands. I force my eyes open to meet his intense gaze. The moonlight casts shadows across his chiseled features, highlighting the sharp line of his jaw clenched in concentration. Sweat glistens on his brow as he maintains his punishing rhythm.
I’m close, so close. My muscles tense as the pressure builds. He must sense it because he increases the pace of his fingers on my clit, circling faster. “Come for me, love. Let me feel you.”
His words send me careening over the edge. I clench around him as ecstasy washes through me. I cry out his name, my nails digging into his shoulders as my body shudders.
He groans, his movements becoming erratic as he chases his own release. With a few final, deep thrusts, he buries himself inside me. I feel his pulsing length as he comes, his face contorting in ecstasy. He collapses against me, both of us panting and slick with sweat.
For a moment, we stay like that, our bodies intertwined, hearts racing in tandem. The chilled night air caresses our heated skin as I run my fingers through his hair, savoring the weight of him against me, the scent of leather and something so uniquely Callan.
“That was way fucking hotter than I ever could have imagined,” he mutters between kisses.
He eases out gently before helping me down and gathering my clothes.
“I’d apologize for not having anything to clean you up with but…
” He slides his fingers through the slickness between my thighs, reminding me of the mess we made.
“I’m not sorry. The thought of you riding home, dripping… Fuck, love. You wanna go again?”
I laugh, snatching my underwear from his hand. “Get me home before someone calls the cops,” I tease. “And then? Yes. I want to go again. And again…and again.”
He helps me step into my jeans as I scramble to find my boots. “Hey, where are my socks?”
“Hell if I know. Leave them for the wildcats,” he chuckles. “I need to get you home. Now.”
“Wildcats? You’re telling me there are wildcats out here and you just had me with my whole ass out?”
I can’t believe I’m even asking this.
“Come on, lass. You think I’d let a scary critter get you?” He winks. “But yes, there are wildcats.”
My eyes go wide. “You’re lucky you’re sweet…and hot. Now get me out of here.”
He laughs, swinging his leg over the bike, patting the seat behind him. Infuriating, but I can’t stop the smile that crests my lips. Life with this man will never be dull or predictable, but I wouldn’t have it any other way.