Page 84 of Screwed
“Cash.”
“Yep.” He bent his head and opened his mouth on her shoulder, kissing his way to her throat, then lower to the shadow of cleavage revealed by her dress. He licked her skin, and her fingers tightened on his shoulders. “Goddammit, I need to fuck you. You know that, right?”
“Uh…”
“Right?”
“Right,” she breathed. “I know.”
He wrenched the bodice of the dress down and bared one breast, round and tipped with a hard nipple. “No bra,” he murmured. “Thank Christ.” He licked her nipple and then took it into his mouth, tugging with his lips.
She hissed out a sound of arousal and hooked her ankles behind him. She arched her back, pushing her breasts out, and he sucked deeper, then grazed her nipple with his teeth.
“Oh God.”
He pressed his throbbing erection into her damp softness, and she pulled him tighter with her legs. After he’d spent a few minutes worshipping her sexy tits, he slipped his fingers down between her thighs and gently eased her panties to the side. Wet heat met his fingertips, and a growl rose in his throat. “Oh yeah, darlin’.”
“I’m aching for you, too, Cash.” She kissed the side of his neck, and her fingers dropped from their grip on his shoulders to work at his belt buckle. “I need you.”
“Goddammit. I’m going to show you need. I’m going to show you so hard you’ll barely be able to walk out of here.”
Her gasp inflamed him even more. He yanked his wallet out as Callie opened his pants, found the condom, and ripped it open. Their hands fumbled together as they urgently tried to roll it onto his stiff shaft. He met her eyes as he found her entrance with the head of his cock. Heat flared between them.
Callie caught her swollen lower lip between her teeth, her eyes warm and slumberous, her cheeks pink. “Do it,” she whispered.
“Hell yeah.” He pushed inside her tight heat. “Goddamn you feel good.”
She hung on to his shoulders again, head dropping back, hair hanging low. “Oh yeah. So good.”
They moved together, fast, urgent, swallowing the greedy noises that rose in their throats, aware of their friends in the house. The risk they were taking adding to the urgency of his desire.
Their hands gripped each other, and he kissed her jaw, her cheek, her mouth, rubbed his nose alongside hers as he moved inside her, hands on her ass, holding her as he thrust in and out. Their breaths quickened. His balls drew up tight, heat powering through his body. He planted his feet, his pants drooping down over his clenched ass cheeks, thighs flexing.
“Mine.” He muttered the word against her lips. “Mine, Callie.”
Christ. He shouldn’t have said that. He couldn’t say that. She couldn’t be his. But merely uttering the words made his chest tighten, and excitement ripped through him.
“Sorry,” he gasped, knowing she hadn’t come yet. “Fuck, can’t…aw fuck.”
But her shocked gasp and her body clamping around him made him vaguely aware she was there, too, as pleasure exploded inside him and his cock jerked with wrenching spasms. He fisted her hair in one hand and covered her mouth with his as they both shuddered through a fast, violent climax.
“I can’t believe we did this.” Callie stroked his neck with her fingertips, still breathing fast.
Cash’s legs turned to foam rubber. “Jesus.” He rubbed his stubble against her cheek. “Me, either.” Some kind of wild surge of possessiveness had driven him to drag her into the bathroom and take her, mark her as his own. He lifted his head, and with horror saw pink marks on her shoulders and the tops of her breasts, whisker burns and love bites. He closed his eyes. “Please tell me you have a sweater here.”
She dropped her chin to look down at herself. “Oh.” When she lifted her eyes and met his, they stared wide-eyed at each other, and then to his complete relief, she started giggling. “You are such a caveman! I can’t believe I never knew this about you.”
He chewed his bottom lip, unwilling to tell her he’d never acted like this with any other woman. He’d never gotten in a bar fight over a woman, either. Although he totally would throw down to protect someone if need be. But this…yeah, he was completely fucked up over this woman.
“I do have a sweater,” she said softly, petting his shoulder through his shirt.
“Let’s get out of here. We’ve put in an appearance. Admired the rock. Congratulated the happy couple. Let’s go back to my place.”
“We can’t leave at the same time.”
“I know. Fuck. I’ll go first. You wait a while.”
She gave him a slow smile. “Okay.”
