want to miss seeing him—Callum, this man who had come to mean so much to me, my own home felt empty when he wasn’t in it.
His eyes met mine as he licked a trail up the center of my stomach, from my belly button to my chest. “Oh fuck,” I groaned.
His body was pressed against my dick, and I couldn’t help but thrust up against him. That time, my eyes did close. It felt so good, he felt so good, but then I heard him say, “No. Don’t close them. Look at me, watch me. I want to make sure you know who you’re with.”
He wanted to make sure I acknowledged I was with him, with a man. “I know who you are, who I want.”
Callum rasped his tongue over one nipple, then the other. Rubbed his cheek against the hair between my pecs. Nuzzled my armpit, which shocked me, but damned if that didn’t feel good too.
He kissed my collarbones, my throat. My whole body felt like I’d been hooked up to jumper cables, like each time he touched me, power shot through me.
“I want your mouth,” I admitted.
“Say my name, then.”
“Callum…Cal.” I cupped his face. “I know who you are,” I said again, this time looking into his eyes.
I pressed my mouth to his, pushed my tongue inside. We were urgent then, grabbing for each other, arms wrapped around each other. I went off instinct, pushed his top shirt off his shoulders, separated enough to jerk the other over his head, then pulled Callum up to the couch. He was on his back, and when I leaned over him, I saw the puffy skin of his scar…and kissed it. “I can’t believe something is in there, working with your heart.” To make it beat correctly. Fear suddenly gripped me.
“Hey, I’m fine. Seriously. It causes me no problems. There’s nothing to worry about.”
“Okay.” Why did I sound so needy?
I kissed it again, and then Callum had a hand on either side of my face and pulled my mouth to his again. I rutted against him, felt his erection through his jeans, and it didn’t freak me out. It was just…him. Just us.
We kissed and thrust our groins together. Each move of his body against mine made the best sensations rush through me. My balls were full. I was achy and knew if we kept going, I’d blow my load.
Callum wrapped his legs around me, kissed me deeper, pumped his hips against me. My vision went blurry, and pleasure darted down my spine, my orgasm shooting through me. Callum’s hands had moved to my hair, pulled it tightly as his body bowed beneath mine, and I knew he was coming too.
“Wow…that was…wow…” I lay down, my cheek to his chest. “Shit. I’m heavy.”
I went to move, but he locked his arms and legs around me. “Don’t you dare go anywhere.”
So I didn’t. We just lie there, breathing together. He ran his fingers through my hair, and my eyes started to get heavy.
“No regrets?” he asked, his voice breaking.
“None.” I kissed his scar again. It had been a long time since I’d held someone like this, since I lay with a lover. I hadn’t refrained from sex over the years, but this felt different. “Do you want to stay? Logan isn’t supposed to be home until later tomorrow afternoon.”
“Are you sure you don’t need some space?”
I pushed up on my elbows and looked down at him. “I’m sure.”
“Then you’re gonna have to give me something to wear. This guy made me come in my jeans.”
I laughed. “Oh, I see how it is. All my fault, right? Christ, that seduction. It took everything in me to hold off as long as I did.”
“Oh, baby. You ain’t seen nothin’ yet.”
My dick began to plump up again. Fuck, he got to me. “Be good.” I stood, held my hand out, and pulled him to his feet. We took turns cleaning up. I gave Callum a pair of boxers to wear and threw his clothes in the washer. “I’m gonna take Frankie Blue out real quick.”
He nodded, seeming a little unsure, but I got it. This had been an eventful night, to say the least. I was running on my postorgasmic high and wondered if I’d crash and freak out.
Once Frankie did her thing, I put her in her kennel, then went to my room. Callum was sitting in the chair in the corner. My heart clenched. “Did you change your mind?”
“No, I just… Are