Page 29 of Screwed
Oh sweet hopscotching Jesus, he wassohard. She whimpered and tipped her pelvis against him, then slid her arms around his neck, fingers slipping into his thick hair.
“Callie,” he groaned.
“Mmm.” She nipped his full bottom lip, stroked it with her tongue, then kissed his stubbled jaw. “Cash. Kiss me.”
“Fuck.” But he did it, arms now going right around her, crushing her against his big, hard body. She wanted to climb up him and get even closer. She rubbed her aching breasts against his chest and found his mouth again in a long, deep kiss.
Need zoomed low in her belly, a hot pressure coiling inside her. She needed more, neededhim. “This is crazy,” she whispered against his jaw. “I’m dying for you.”
“Callie.” He tried to pull back. “We can’t do this.”
She gazed up at him, her heart thudding, her inner muscles quivering. “Why not?”
“You know why not.” His voice sounded like he’d swallowed crushed glass. He closed his eyes as if he couldn’t look at her.
“You kissed me.”
“Fuck.” He leaned his forehead against hers. “Callie.” His body trembled under her hands. “Don’t do this to me.”
She moved against him, rubbing against his erection. “Cash…please…”
He drew in a sharp breath. “Jesus.” With a groan of surrender, he clasped her waist, turned, and lifted her onto the kitchen island. Then he shoved her plate of sushi aside and stepped between her thighs. She wrapped her legs around him to bring him close against her throbbing center and grabbed his shoulders again.
His hands slid into her hair and twisted in the long strands, tugging deliciously on her sensitive scalp. Sensation slid down her spine, tension aching in the small of her back.
“Jesus, you’re hot,” Cash muttered as he nipped at her lips.
“Please. Oh God, please.” She’d never felt like this before, like she needed an orgasm so badly she was hurting, a deep, pulsing, biting desire.
She rubbed against the hard bulge behind his jeans, and he made a noise that sounded wild and hungry. “Careful, darlin’.” He sucked briefly on her bottom lip.
“You need it, too.” She moved against him again. “We both do. Please.”
He groaned and rubbed his nose alongside hers. “Callie…”
“Do you have a condom?”
“Christ.” He took a deep breath. “Are you sure?”
“I’m dying here, Cash.”
“Ah fuck.” He reached for his wallet, pulled out a small package, and tossed the wallet aside.
She reached for his belt buckle and got it undone, then lowered the zipper of his fly. Spreading the sides of his jeans, she sucked in a shaky breath as she saw his erection outlined behind cotton boxer briefs.
The loose low-rise jeans sagged on his hips, and she curled her fingers into the top of his briefs and tugged them down, too. His cock sprang up, enormous, flushed, and beautiful. She stared, her entire body pulsing.
She swallowed as she watched him suit up with the latex. Her inner muscles tightened, and heat spread from her core through her body in waves. A craving like she’d never experienced made her tremble with want.
“Now you, babe.” He reached for her hips. She pushed her hands against the marble to lift her butt off the counter as he pulled her shorts and panties down her thighs. She kicked them off when they were at her ankles, the stone cold against her heated flesh as she lowered herself back down.
When he repositioned himself between her thighs, his gaze dropped there, and her insides quivered at his heated study. His large hands eased her thighs farther apart, and liquid fire flashed through her veins.
“Beautiful,” he murmured, his eyes heavy-lidded. “So pretty.”
His thumbs brushed her outer lips, and she let out another soft cry of need. Then he slid his hands up her abdomen, under the tank top. He found her breasts and gave them a gentle squeeze through her bra. Pleasure rippled through her.
“Fuck yeah. More beauty.” He pushed the tank top up, and she helped him get it off over her head. Her racer-back T-shirt bra wasn’t sexy, but he seemed to like what he saw as he studied the curves of her breasts in the low-cut opening. He cupped them again, almost reverently, and she took in the taut lines of his face, the wet fullness of his bottom lip, his flushed cheeks and dark eyes, and a thrill ran through her that he was as affected as she was.
