Page 48 of Screwed
His own lips lifted in a smile, his blood rushing hot at the memory. “No. I need a very specific kiss. Gentle. Right here.” He touched the place where his lip was split. “Or am I bleeding?” He glanced at his reflection in the mirror. Nope. He waited.
She bent over and feathered a kiss over his bottom lip. Heat surged to his groin. “Better?”
“Mmm. Some.” He tilted his head and caught her mouth in a longer but still gentle kiss. “That’s helping.”
She shook her head and opened another packet, then picked up his right hand. He looked down at her small smooth hand holding his big hairy paw with abraded knuckles. Jesus. He was such a yahoo. He endured the sting as she cleaned off drying blood. It felt much nicer when she smoothed antibiotic ointment over his wounded skin.
She was kneeling in front of him now and sat back. “I’m not sure if Band-Aids will stay on your knuckles.”
“It’s fine, darlin’.” He reached out with his left hand to smooth her hair back. “I’m fine. But thank you.”
“You were crazy as a loon, you know?”
“Nah.” Her hair felt so silky. He rubbed a strand between his fingers. “They were drunk and useless as a one-legged man at a butt-kicking contest. They were no threat.”
She burst out laughing.
Something shifted in his chest. “Callie…”
Chapter Eleven
Callie’s skin tingled everywhere as she and Cash looked at each other. Then her breath caught in her throat when he reached for her and lifted her onto his lap. Straddling his thighs, she grabbed hold of his shoulders while his hands slipped down to her ass.
“Callie,” he said again, and his eyes drifted closed as his mouth neared hers. “Give me your mouth.”
She’d vowed this wasn’t going to happen again. She knew it shouldn’t. And yet…the magnetism between them was irresistible. Unstoppable. She was weak…so weak…but it felt so good. Giving in to it…in tohim…felt right. Necessary. Inevitable. She closed her eyes and sank into the kiss, a long, hard press of his mouth on hers. She drew back. “Careful,” she whispered, touching a fingertip to his lip. “Your lip…”
“It’s fine. God. Just wanna kiss you.” And his mouth found hers again, opening, his tongue sliding inside. Heat rushed through her body, centering at her core.
She curled her fingers into his muscles, rubbed her thumbs over the thin skin at his neck, then slid a hand into his thick hair. He shifted on the toilet seat and pulled her closer to him, a groan rumbling in his chest. His hands roamed over her body—her back, her hips, her waist.
“Bedroom.” He stood, bringing her with him, and she gasped, tightening arms and legs around him. His strength impressed her. Her heart fluttered, and her blood ran hot. “Last time I had you was in the kitchen. We arenotdoing that in the bathroom.”
He strode out of the bathroom and down the hall to her bedroom, clearly familiar with where it was. That night he’d brought her home and put her to bed… Oh God, if only she’d been more with it that night…
Every nerve ending in her body tingled and stretched toward him. Her body craved his touch, her mouth longed to taste him, and her hands itched to touch him everywhere.
He easily carried her into the bedroom. He turned at the bed and sat, and she was on his lap again. Somehow he shifted them both back so they were in the middle of her bed, her legs around his hips, her feet on the bed behind his back, the skirt of her sundress up around her thighs. Their mouths met again in a heated connection, tongues licking and tasting. She ran her hands up and down his arms, over powerful muscles and lean forearms. His hands in turn slid up and down her back, over bare skin, then down the fabric of the dress to cup her butt through it. His big hand squeezed there, sending delicious tingles through her body. She ached down low inside and shifted closer.
His hands slid to her hips, gripping as if to still her. “Easy,” he murmured against her lips. “You’re such a hot little thing.”
She moaned. “I am. I need you.”
His hands glided up to her waist, then her rib cage, holding her tightly as his mouth devoured hers. She wound her arms around his neck and gave herself up to the long, hungry pulls of his mouth. Throbbing sensations coalesced behind her clit, her lower belly tight.
Their mouths parted, and their foreheads rested together. Her arousal pulsed through her body, her heart beating frantically, her skin burning with anticipation. She shifted on his lap, almost crazy with need for him. “I don’t think I’ve ever felt like this before,” she panted. “God, Cash, I need you.”
“Are you aching, darlin’?” He rubbed his nose alongside hers.
“Yes. God yes.” Her skin burned from her hairline to her toes.
“So fucking hot.” His fingers curled into the bodice of her sundress and tugged it down. “Show me those pretty tits.”
The dress was snug around her torso so she reached behind her for the zipper.
“Let me.” Cash drew down the zipper with a fast tug, loosening the fabric. He groaned. “Christ, no bra.” His voice had deepened to a heavy rasp.
“Don’t need one with this dress.” She rubbed her cheek against his stubbled jaw and drew in a sharp breath as his palms covered her bare breasts. She pushed into his hands, a fever racing over her skin, heating her blood.
