As if those words held magic for her, she tossed her head back and let out a wail of pleasure. Her back arched, her br**sts thrust high, and her cunt held him in a velvet vise. He gritted his teeth, clenching his fists and sweating like a bitch to hold it together.
“Sean!”
Loving the sound of his name on her lips, he rode the wave of her climax, from the short pulses through the endless clutches, to the sweet little aftershocks. Then she dissolved against him, struggling to catch her breath. The urge to explode inside her and mark her with his seed nearly overwhelmed him. Miraculously, willpower and logic prevailed. He needed more of this woman who tripped every sexual trigger in his body.
Brushing her hair away from her damp face, he forced her to look at him. Her eyes were dazed and dilated, her cheeks rosy-hot. That turned him on even more.
“How are you feeling, lovely?”
With a tired, loopy grin that did his heart good, she sighed and melted against his chest. “Fabulous.”
“Good to hear.” Unfortunately, he was in hell.
She stretched and wriggled. Then she paused.
Callie blinked at him. “You’re still . . . You didn’t . . .”
“I am and I haven’t.”
“Oh.” Her eyes danced as she leveled him with that vixenish stare he’d come to adore. “Well, I guess I’ll just have to take more of you. What a shame.”
“A bloody shame for sure.” He managed to tease back.
When he urged her up and down his c**k again, however, the smile slid from her face. A gasp fell from her lips, then she seemed to stop breathing for a long minute.
“Ah . . . yes,” she panted above him. Feminine. A goddess.
The sight aroused him so deeply, Sean knew he couldn’t hold on much longer.
Trailing his thumb back to her clit, he slowly rotated until she sucked in a sharp breath, until her body jolted, and she started looking to him for permission.
God, that shit turned him on, even more so with her.
“Lean against me. Put your chest to mine and . . . yes,” he praised as she complied.
Then Sean gripped her hips tightly and pistoned inside her, probing deep and quickly learning her body. Her entire front wall was sensitive, so he dragged the head of his c**k along it with every thrust. But she also had a spot deep and high. She loved having her cervix nudged. He worked her, paying close attention to every reaction. Callie held her breath, closed her eyes, tensed up, then came the high-pitched pants that rang in his head like an erotic chant. Her fingernails dug into his shoulders. Her pu**y clutched him.
He gripped her hair in his fist and tugged. “Look at me. That’s it . . . Come for me now!”
“Sean!” Her body jerked and her cunt clamped down on him. “Sean!”
As soon as she screamed his name, pleasure sizzled through his blood, igniting everything inside him. Climax rocketed his system, launching him into a realm of thick, tangled ecstasy he’d never known existed. The explosion blasted through his body, deep in his chest, marking his soul. In his head, she might be his, but he knew damn well that he was now hers. Tonight had complicated the f**k out of everything. But as he surged to the peak, he didn’t care at all.
“Callie . . .” he panted. “I love you!”
Chapter Three
STANDING in the shadows of Dominion’s dungeon, Mitchell Thorpe couldn’t miss the orgasm that wracked Callie’s body, the fact that she screamed another man’s name, or the unabashed way in which she shared herself with that f**king suspicious Scot. As much as he wanted to deny it, the sight and sounds damn near felled Thorpe like a hatchet to the chest.
He’d hoped that insisting on so many restrictions when he’d allowed Sean Kirkpatrick to collar Callie would frustrate the man. That the ass**le would leave. Thorpe didn’t trust Kirkpatrick. Something was off about the guy . . . But no matter what he’d done, Sean had proven goddamn single-minded when it came to the girl.
Damn it! Thorpe hated the sight of the other man surging deep inside Callie, where he ached to be himself. Clutching the little silk robe he’d retrieved from her room the second he’d realized she meant to let Sean f**k her, he closed his eyes, refusing to watch the bastard come inside her.
The reasons Thorpe could never have Callie were carved into his brain. And even though he’d beaten the dead horse mentally enough to recite the rationale in his sleep, he clenched his jaw and reminded himself again. There would always be fourteen years, two months, and three days’ difference in their ages. Besides, he knew Callie wasn’t likely to stay with him much longer. Forever was out of the question. More important, he could never give her the kind of love she craved and deserved.
Cursing under his breath, he dared to open his eyes and stare at the wild tangle of Callie’s black hair brushing the fair, flushed skin of her back. Desire gnawed at him, biting deep. He’d always believed that by walking away from her that December night two years ago, he could prevent her from breaking his heart. Thorpe didn’t find it comforting to be proven so wrong.
Kirkpatrick shouting out his love for her gouged him in the gut. Hearing the Scot admit his feelings for Callie aloud not only made him jealous as hell, but it proved the man had balls. Thorpe was almost in awe. But Sean obviously didn’t understand her at all. Thorpe had no doubt what Callie’s response to the man’s unexpected declaration would be.