Page 108 of Screwed
“I never wanted you—or Beau—to know how I felt about you. It was dishonest, but I told myself it was better to be dishonest about that than to hurt Beau, and lose your and Beau’s friendship. So I pretended.” He swallowed. “For years.”
She gazed up at him, eyes shining. “That makes me hurt for you.”
“Don’t.” His hands gently squeezed her shoulders. “It’s okay. I’m okay.”
“It makes me hurt for all the time we wasted…with other people.” She narrowed her eyes at him. “Alotof other people, in your case.”
“I was trying to forget you.” He held her gaze steadily. “It never worked.”
She blinked, her eyelashes wet, her lips parting.
“We’re stronger because of all that. Better people.Thisis where we were meant to be.”
More tears slid down her cheeks. “Stronger through adversity. Like my tattoo.”
“Yeah. I’m gonna have to get a fucking lotus blossom tattooed on my ass.”
She laughed on a sob. “Okay.”
He squeezed her closer, her soft breasts against his chest, her lush mouth open to him. He slid a hand into her silky hair and held her head, adjusting the angle to deepen the kiss. “I don’t want to do this here. I want you in my bed. I want to worship you.”
She sniffled. “Oh God, Cash. Is this happening for real?”
“I was wondering the same thing.” He smiled against her lips. “Come home with me, Callie.”
“Yes.”
He couldn’t get home fast enough, hated letting her out of his sight for even the short time it took them both to drive to his place. He waited at the gate as she pulled up on the street in front of his condo, held his hand out to her as she walked up the sidewalk toward him, and led her to his front door, past the potted palms and spiky plants.
“You’re so damn beautiful.” They stepped inside, and he didn’t stop, just drew her into his condo and up the stairs to the loft area where his bedroom was. It wasn’t even dark yet, his smallish bedroom full of light from the big windows, but he wanted her in his bed.
He backed her up to the mattress and eased her onto the dark-brown duvet, coming down beside her. She turned her face so their mouths met and surprised him by reaching for his hand. She pulled it up and pressed it to her breast. Over her heart. It was pumping fast, but not as fast as his, a heavy drumbeat in his chest.
He moved over her, and she pushed her elbows into the mattress and lifted her head as he nuzzled her throat, her breasts. He shoved her tank top up, and she did an ab crunch so he could whip it off. She reached behind her for the clasp of her bra, pretty sheer pink lace, then it was gone, too, and her beautiful breasts were bare for him. For a moment he could only gaze at her, overcome with emotion swelling in his chest, stealing his breath. Christ. This woman…was she really his? “I love you.”
Her mouth curved sweetly. “I love you, too.”
He bent his head, licked and sucked, loving the feel and the taste of her nipples in his mouth, loving how she responded, her hands in his hair, her body tightening and arching.
He shifted to her side, licking her breasts, nipping at the soft curves, and slid a hand down between her thighs. He rubbed her over her jeans, and she gasped and lifted into his hand. He could feel the damp heat of her right through the denim, and he gave her a firm squeeze that made her gasp.
“Please,” she whispered. “I need you to touch me there.”
“Oh yeah.” He moved back between her thighs to unbutton, unzip, and slowly ease her jeans and tiny pink thong down over hips and thighs. “Christ, you’re beautiful, Callie.” He studied her full breasts tipped with hard little nipples, her smooth stomach and slender hips, the tiny patch of dark curls at the apex of her thighs.
“So are you.” She reached for him and laid her palms on his chest, rubbing over his pecs. Heat slid down through him to his balls.
“I want to worship you. Show you everything you are to me.” Finally,finallyhe could show her all that he felt for her. He shifted back so he could kiss her mouth as his hand fondled her. He petted her folds with his fingers, then slid deep inside to find her hot and wet. “Baby.” He brushed his lips over the top of one breast. “You are so wet.”
“I know.”
He slid one arm beneath her, licked and sucked her breasts, grazing her with his teeth. She moaned and writhed at his touch. Fuck, he loved making her feel good. Electricity sizzled over his nerve endings, tension growing in his spine. His balls ached, and sensation wrapped around his cock, making him crazy for her.
He caressed her flat belly, the curve of her hip, and again between her legs, every touch full of reverence and awe and a desire to please her. Make her feel so good. Venturing lower, he licked the shallow indent of her navel and across her stomach, then eased her legs apart to move between them, dragging his tongue along her thighs, then to her center.
“Oh my God, Cash.” She dropped flat on her back. “Oh my God.”
“Taste so sweet, baby.” He licked again. “Wanna eat you up. Make you come.”
