Page 76 of Fallen Hero

Anger flared in her eyes. She inched closer. I braced for a verbal assault.

What came next was an assault of a different kind.

Calli’s mouth hit mine, her hands went to the sides of my neck, and her tongue clumsily attempted to push past my lips.

I jerked my head back and looked down at her.

Pupils dilated. Erratic breathing. Flushed face.

Anger, definitely. Lust, absolutely.

“You want this?” I growled.

“Yes.” Her answer was hissed.

“Warning, Calli. Later you tell me this was a mistake, I’m gonna be pissed. Call it now, baby. You want my mouth, it’s yours, but you take it knowing I will not be your regret.”

The last word had barely left my mouth when her lips were back on mine. This time, when her tongue touched my lips, I pushed it back into her mouth and guided the kiss, coaxing it deeper until her hands slid up into my hair and she was arching into me.

Heat flooded. Blood rushed south. My body alive and alert.

It had been a long time since I’d fucked a woman. But it could’ve been yesterday, and still the woman in my arms would’ve filled me with the same desperate desire. My need to have her was intrinsic, perverse, frantic.

Calli groaned. I slanted my head, taking more of her mouth. One of her hands slid out of my hair, down my neck, chest, stomach, until she was yanking my oxford up. With light fingertips, she traced above the waistband of my slacks. I didn’t dare touch her until she asked. Didn’t dare move until she was ready for more.

Her hand flattened on my stomach, traveled up. Her blunt nails grazed my nipple and my hips unconsciously bucked. Calli arched deeper. Her hand came out of my shirt and she went for my belt, but she abandoned that in favor of unbuttoning my shirt. She let out a frustrated growl against my tongue that nearly made me smile.

I slapped her hand away and undid the buttons without losing her mouth. Before I had the last one undone, both her hands were exploring. By the time the shirt hit the floor, she was groaning down my throat.

The eighth circle of hell I was in was exquisite torture.

She broke the kiss, panting. She didn’t put any distance between us when she begged, “Touch me.”

“Where?”

“Everywhere.”

Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me.

I dropped my hands to the hem of her dress and slowly dragged it up her thighs.

“You want this off, Calli?”

Her reply was a moan.

I stopped right before the hem would expose her panties and prompted, “Sweetness?”

“Yes.”

“Lift up your arms.”

She complied without hesitation. I pulled the dress clear of her body, tossed it to the side, and found myself not breathing.

My gaze raked over her bare tits, flat stomach, down to the black silk covering her pussy.

I’d yet to finish my perusal when Calli’s body collided with mine. Skin to skin. Her mouth latched back onto mine. My hands went to her ass and lifted her off her feet, her legs wound around my waist, and there it was—those fucking legs wrapped tight.

Christ.