He nods, and takes a deep breath. “It’s been a long time since I’ve been touched, Gemma. Since Zoe. I’ve not…I haven’t been able…I’m not sure I…”
He doesn’t finish, so I try to fill in the blanks. “I know, me neither,” I say, and my heart beats faster, my brain hardly able to believe what I’m about to suggest. “Maybe we should just try and see.”
“What do you mean?” he asks.
“I can touch you, and you can let me know if you want it. Let’s just be open and honest with each other.”
“I like that idea,” he says and as he gazes at me, I get that he likes me, too. Good, because I like him, the warmth between my legs is a damn good indication of that.
“If I touched you here, would you want it, or like it?” I reach out and put my hand on his hot chest, and he sucks in a fast breath as his heart thunders beneath my palm.
“Yeah, I like that,” he says, sounding as breathless as I do. My blankets shift a little, exposing the lace on my bra. “My turn,” he says, and his throat makes a sound when he swallows. He looks into my eyes and that’s when I get that he’s waiting for a response, asking permission, and my heart wobbles a little. My God, he is such a sweet guy.
“Okay,” I say.
He reaches out, and puts his finger on the curve of my jaw. His eyes meet mine and I answer the question lingering there.
“I like it,” I say.
“How about this,” he slides his finger down my throat, in a slow, tender way that teases all my erogenous zones. “So far so good?” he asks.
“Yes,” I say, my voice nothing more than a needy whisper.
He continues downward, my skin on fire everywhere he touches, burning in a way it has never burned before, and I like it. I like it a lot. His hand comes to rest at the top of my bra, and he toys with it, lightly running the fabric between his big fingers.
I wet my mouth, my throat so dry you’d think I was lost in the Sahara, but no, right now, I’m just a little lost in Callan.
I widen my fingers, and move them over his flesh, going lower to examine the hard muscles of his abdomen. “Hmm, nice,” I say and an adorable smile that turns me a little inside out pulls up the corners of his kissable mouth.
“I think I’m the one who’s supposed to be saying it’s nice. But I like that you’re enjoying touching me, too.”
I grin. “So you’re saying you like this, then?” I ask, as I take pleasure in all his hills and valleys.
“Oh yeah.”
“Good.”
My hand stills, indicating it’s his turn and he chuckles lightly. He trails his finger lower, dragging it between my breasts and before I even realize what I’m doing, I arch upward, my nipples hardening, aching for attention.
“I like that,” I say.
“Me too,” he murmurs, his gaze latched on my breasts.
I move my hand. Is he completely naked next to me, or does he sleep in his boxers? I guess I’m about to find out. I inch downward, but my fingers stop when an elastic band prohibits any further exploration. I linger around the band and just lightly brush my fingers over his stomach.
“Fuck,” he murmurs, and he slides one big palm over my breasts, taking me into his hand. He massages gently, and lightly rubs his thumb over my aching bud.
“Yes,” I hiss, and his breathing changes, becomes a little heavier.
I want to touch him as much as I want him to touch me. With a new kind of want zinging through me, I slide my hand into his boxers, and wrap my palm around his big cock and give him a squeeze.
“Jesus, Gemma,” he says with a rough breath.
“You like that, Callan?”
“Yeah, I do.”
“I like it too,” I say.
His hand slides around my back, and he unhooks my bra to free my breasts. “I’m wondering about something,” he says, and I stiffen. Is he having second thoughts? If he is, his brain is telling him one thing, but the cock my hand is wrapped around is telling an entirely different story.
“What’s that?” I ask.
“Would you mind if I used something else to touch you?”
“Such as?”
“I was thinking I could use my mouth.” He gently squeezes my nipple and my sex clenches. “Right here, specifically,” he says. My pulse jumps in anticipation, giving me away. “I’m wondering if you’d like that."
“I guess we won’t know until you try,” I say, and take in his hungry grin as his head dips. I sink into my pillow as his hot mouth closes around my nipple and with one hand on his cock, lightly pumping up and down, I slide the other hand around his head, letting him know in no uncertain terms how much I love what he’s doing. His tongue swirls over my bud, and the way he’s touching me, like my pleasure is paramount, warms me from the inside out. This…right here…is how I’ve always wanted to be touched, but with my ex, sex was for his pleasure, hard and fast and almost…violent.
“Callan,” I moan, and he moves to the other breast, giving it the same amount of blissful attention. He spends a long time on my flesh and my lips tingle, wanting to kiss him, to taste him on my tongue.
His head lifts and he shifts. My hand slides from his boxers as he settles himself on top of me. His big palm smooths my hair back from my forehead and intense blue eyes lock on mine.
“Do you know what we’re doing here, Gemma?” he asks, his gaze roaming my face, worry mingling with arousal.
“I think we do,” I say, to put him at ease. “Two friends just being there for each other. It’s nothing more than that.”
“I don’t have any more to give,” he says. “I don’t want to hurt you or let you think there could be more.”
My heart squeezes for all this man has lost. “I love how honest you are, Callan.” I put my hand on his cheek, and his warmth wraps around me like a favorite blanket. “I want to be with you tonight. Like this. It just feels right, don’t you think?”
“Yeah, but I shouldn’t…” A pained look rips across his face as he briefly looks away. “I shouldn’t want. I don’t des—”
His words fall off, so I say, “I’m afraid to be with anyone.”
“You’re not afraid of me, though.”
“No, never, but it’s okay, Callan. We don’t have to.”
There’s hunger back in his eyes when they lift to mine. “I want to be with you, and it does feel right, Gemma.”
“We’re just giving each other what we need tonight. No tomorrows.” I part my lips in invitation as he nods.
“I’m going to kiss you now. Do you think you’d like that?” he asks, his playfulness back.
I slide my hands around his head. “No,” I say, and he stills. “I think I’d love that.” His low moan reverberates around us as he closes his mouth over mine. His lips are soft, gentle at first, a slow introduction to let me get used to the feel. I moan and slide my tongue into his mouth to find his and a deep growl rips from his throat. My heart speeds up. I like that I can do that to him, that he chose me to trust, just like I chose him.
He kisses me with hunger, passion, a man starved of a woman’s touch for so long, and it makes me want to give him everything he’s lacking. I widen my legs, my knees up in the air as his hard cock presses against my center.