her arms around him. Her lips stamped his, and all he could do was accept his fate. Falling, falling, no getting up.
“I want you, Cal,” she whispered. “I want it to be you.”
He was not the man for her, yet he’d rented a car and hopped on the I-95 because he wanted to have her back. He wanted to be her support and he wanted her to know that.
It was seduction of a kind. He could pretend he hadn’t been making a sneaky play for her, but it would be a bare-faced lie. And while there was another guy, some shadowy, unfocused figure that Mia wanted, that asshole wasn’t here. That asshole didn’t even know the treasure that was waiting for him as soon as he claimed it. Cal was the man on the spot, the one who had heaven within his grasp and apparently he wanted to play the fool and question that.
Who was he to deny her? That would be like denying sunshine the right to stream or air the right to enter his lungs. Tonight, he was her choice, hers to use as she pleased. Tonight, she owned him.
Realizing this brought him a strange sort of peace.
“You’re sure, Mia?”
“Absolutely.” And then she grinned like this was the best possible outcome to the night, and you know something? She was right. It truly was.
He was the luckiest sonofabitch on the planet.
“We’ll take it slow,” he said, as much to himself as to her. He moved his lips over hers, enjoying the sweetness, and then the little nip she made. “You’re not gonna rush me.”
“Whatever you say, Foreman.”
At her cheeky grin, he shook his head, knowing he was being played but long past caring. “You trust me to make this good for you?”
She nodded. “I trust you to make this good for us.”
His heart hitched at the generosity in that statement. He didn’t get that a lot with the women he dated—sure they made him feel good but it usually seemed like an afterthought. With Mia, he felt like they were a team, the goal earth-shattering mutual orgasms.
He grabbed a condom from his wallet, one he’d put there before Levi Hunt’s wedding, intended for another woman but now waiting for this night. This woman. He placed it on the nightstand and lay out beside her.
Moving his knuckles over her breast, he watched as one pretty nipple puckered. “How’s that gonna taste, I wonder?”
“Don’t wonder,” she whispered. “Just do it.”
“Bossy girl.” Leaning over her, he brushed his lips in a tease over that sweet candy, then coasted a hand down her side over the flare of her hip to the round of her ass, which he cupped and pulled close. His stiffer-by-the-second cock brushed against her thigh, and she gasped.
“Too fast?”
“No.” She ran a hand over his chest, down his abs and past the border of his briefs. “Can I?”
“Touch all you want.”
A tentative brush of her palm made him shiver.
“You’re so—so big,” she murmured. “I love your body.”
“It works for me. Gets me to the net.”
“It’s more than that, though. Sure, it’s functional and its power pays the bills but it’s also a work of art. It’s beautiful.”
There was that thudding in his chest again, all because she was saying some nice things about him. When had he become so desperate for tenderness?
“You’re the beautiful one, Mia. Jesus, look at you.”
“I’d rather not.”
He pushed her back and loomed over her, taking in her creamy skin, the perfect roundness of her shoulders, her breasts, her hips, her belly. The proportions of a warrior queen.
“You should. Look at yourself, that is. Right now, I want you to understand how you look through my eyes. These gorgeous, perfect tits that I already know taste like heaven. Your long, strong legs that are going to fit perfectly around my hips. This sweet ass I’ve been dreaming of for weeks.” Trailing a hand over her belly, he parted her curls, seeking ingress to the heart of her. “And this hot, wet pussy of yours—damn I already know it tastes so good but I can’t wait to feel it hugging my cock and squeezing every last drop of come from me.”
Her body undulated, her breaths came shallow, almost in pants. He stroked through her drenched pussy, coating his fingers with her wetness, getting her ready for what was to come.
She bit down on her lip. “Cal,” she whispered. “Please. Get naked.”
He removed his briefs and knelt back, parting her legs with one hand. “Show me