His hand now spanned the length of her inner thigh under her skirt, his fingertips just skimming the edge of her panties. Her legs eased further apart as though beckoning his touch higher. The tantalizing scent of her arousal reached him, stoking his own to an excruciating point.
He slowly ran his hand up and down the smooth skin of her inner thigh, enjoying the low moan she issued as he got closer and closer to his goal. “Your mouth worked me so good that I got off to the memory of it twice the next day.”
She moaned again. He allowed his fingers to brush over her through her panties, which were damp with the evidence of her arousal.
“You’re picturing me pumping one off while fantasizing about you, aren’t you?” he said, brushing against her again…just the slightest touch.
It made her gasp and lift her hips, clearly reaching a point of desperation.
He wasn’t quite ready for that yet, so he once again lowered his hand. Her eyes narrowed, making one corner of his mouth lift.
“I was showering the first time,” he said as his fingers caressed her thigh. “I woke up hard, dreaming about you. So, I headed right to the shower. It didn’t take me long to come, but it wasn’t even close to the same as when I was in that sweet mouth of yours. In fact, it was so unsatisfying that I needed to give it another go in the bedroom. But again, that orgasm paled in comparison to what you provoked with your fabulous mouth.”
His touch finally moved higher. “I’ll bet you got yourself off to that memory, too. Didn’t you, Roxy?”
Her lips curved.
“I wonder how many times,” he said as his fingers drifted up to the skin just beneath her naval. “Did you touch yourself like this?”
His finger slipped under the lacy fabric and stroked her. She bucked against him and issued a louder moan.
“I’ll bet you did, you naughty woman. I’ll bet you were lying in bed thinking of me and touching yourself just like that. And then you probably did something like this.”
He curled his first two fingers so they cradled her swollen nub and gently squeezed, creating the illusion of suction.
“Fuck,” she cried.
Her head fell back against the loveseat’s arm. Her hands were now beneath her, the cushion caught up in her fists. The sight of her so desperate for the pleasure he could bring her was unbelievably sexy.
Having her at his mercy was even sexier.
“Is this going to make you come?” he asked, pressing his knuckles together again.
“Yes! Fuck yes.”
He considered drawing it out more, but this was meant to be both an apology and a thank-you. One more squeeze was all it took.
She came apart, her body taut as a bow and his name on her lips. He used his touch to draw out her orgasm, loving the feel of her spasming against his fingers. And he decided that this was even hotter than what they’d done at The Copper Keg.
It took her a couple minutes to come down from the high of the orgasm. When she did, she eased her leg from his lap and gave him a satisfied smile.
“Okay,” she said. “You’re forgiven.”
Chapter Twelve
Roxy’s comment made him issue a choked laugh. Guessing he was suffering in his jeans, she got to her feet and held her hand out to him.
He took her hand and followed her to the door to her bedroom. He had already been through it once when he took his turn using the attached bathroom to wash up before dinner. He surely noticed the strings of white lights she had hung from the ceiling in lieu of a lamp. It looked like a canopy of stars over her queen-sized bed.
She reached the side of the bed and released his hand to turn and face him. The moment she did, he pulled her against him and claimed her mouth with his.
The kiss wasn’t tender or coaxing. He didn’t brush his lips against hers to test the waters first. There was no finesse to it whatsoever.
And she was just fine with that.
The kiss was urgent, purposeful, and carnal. Their tongues met like reunited lovers, thrusting against each other again and again in a mockery of the act their bodies craved. The scent and flavor of cinnamon blended with the scent and taste of Callan, reigniting the desire he had just slaked with his clever fingers.
Those fingers found their way to the zipper of her dress without her even realizing it. Only when the cooler air of her bedroom touched her bare back did it finally register.
She broke away from his mouth, giving them both a moment to catch their breath as she stepped back and lowered the dress along her body. She was glad she believed in dressing for success with every layer of clothing, as his eyes devoured the teal lace bra and panty set she wore.
She moved over to the small desk in the corner of her bedroom and placed her dress over the back of the chair to keep it from getting wrinkled. Then she drew Callan over to her side with the crook of her index finger.
“No need for this nice shirt to get all wrinkled,” she said, reaching for the button near his throat.
His hands moved between them and he started working the buttons from the bottom, his movements brisk and precise. It told her he was quickly losing his patience and wanted to move things along. With anyone else, that probably would have squelched her enthusiasm. With Callan looking at her as he was now, like he might just die if he wasn’t inside her soon, it turned her on even more.
Okay, she thought. We’ll operate at his speed this time.
As he shrugged out of his shirt and placed it over her dress on the chair, she went to work on the button and zipper of his jeans. Like her, he had kicked his shoes off near her front door, simplifying things. He stepped out of his jeans and tugged off his socks in two efficient moves.
He picked up his jeans and reached into the back pocket to pull out his wallet, from which he produced a condom. He tossed it on top of her comforter before swiftly folding the jeans and setting them on the desk. Her eyebrows lifted when he didn’t stop there, pulling off his underwear just as quickly as everything else.
“You look sexy as fuck right now,” he said in a gruff voice, “but if you don’t want me tearing any of that lace, you should take it off now.”
She might have found the idea of him ripping her underwear out of lust hotter than hell, but she couldn’t afford to replace it. She reached up first and released her hair from its ponytail, shaking it out briefly with her fingertips before unhooking her bra.
Before she could take off her panties, Callan issued a low growl and reached for her. He kissed her again as his hands slid around her back. His tongue dipped in for another taste, his hands slipping beneath the waistband of her underwear to cup the round globes of her ass. A low moan built in the back of her throat as he started massaging her. The crisp hair on his chest brushed over her nipples as they pressed against each other. She reached between them and gripped his raging erection, moving her hand up and down as their tongues frantically mated.
It nearly drove her out of her mind.
He was the one who stepped away from the kiss this time. “I can’t,” he said breathlessly. “I’m sorry. I’m not usually so—you’re just so—”
Still dazed from his kiss and the overwhelming desire he had produced within her, she thought for a moment that he was saying he couldn’t have sex with her. Before disappointment fully registered, he reached for the condom and tore it open with his teeth.