Hard Knox - Riley Hart Page 0,73

would like Callum, but I wondered if it would take some getting used to. “I don’t know when. I don’t know if I should do it right away or give Charlie some time to get to know him. Plus, this is her time with me. Does that make me an asshole if it becomes about someone else?”

She chuckled softly. “I don’t know. Got me there. I thought we were supposed to have all the answers when we became parents.”

“You and me both.”

I heard the door open and looked over to see Callum come out. His hair was wet, and he had on a T-shirt and a pair of boxer trunks.

Heat flooded my body, heading straight for my groin. I wanted him, fuck, I wanted him so bad. “I gotta go.”

“We’ll talk soon.”

I ended the call, and Callum asked, “Is everything okay?”

I went to him, feeling like a lion stalking my prey. There were so many things I wanted to do to him, places I wanted to touch him and taste him. Sounds I wanted to hear from his lips. “Everything is perfect.” I pushed my knee between his legs, used my body to press his against the house.

“Mmm. Very okay.” He moved his hips so he was damn near riding my leg, just before I crushed his mouth under mine. Callum’s arms wrapped around me as I thrust against him. The kiss was wild, turbulent, the perfect storm of want and chaos and raw desire, and maybe that word I hadn’t said out loud but felt. Love.

Callum surrendered to my touch, lifting his arms over his head as I shoved my hands under his shirt and pulled it off, tossing it to the grass.

I was ravenous, craving him in this way that was almost unbearable. I rutted against him, pushing him tighter between me and the house. My mouth went to his neck again, and I sucked the tender skin between my lips.

“Oh my God. You’re killing me. You can’t give me a hickey again. I have to work tomorrow.”

“Sorry.” I flicked the spot with my tongue. “I wish I could mark you all over so everyone knows you’re mine.”

“Oh fuck,” Callum said tightly. “That’s so hot. You can be a little rougher with me in other ways. I like that, ya know?”

A growl tore from the back of my throat. I didn’t know what got into me. I wanted to claim him. Fuck him. Love him. I felt him in my bones, in every damn part of me. “I want you.” I pulled his earlobe between my teeth and tugged.

“Thank God. I was hoping you’d say that. I’ve been getting ready for you.”

“I think it might kill me to finally be inside you.” I hooked my hands under his thighs and lifted him. Callum wrapped his legs around my waist as I carried him toward the door. I almost tripped on the stairs, and we laughed as we fumbled to get inside.

Once we were finally there, I kicked the door closed behind us, and he took my mouth. We kissed and stumbled our way to the bedroom, where I pushed him against the wall again. I held Cal up with my body as I claimed his mouth, licked and gently sucked at his neck, though not enough to mark him, all the while thrusting against him like I was fucking him right there.

“I know you said you might die, but I’m feeling that way too,” he said when we parted for air.

I felt like a starving man and Callum was my favorite meal. I didn’t know what had gotten into me, into us, but I was filled with a constant, powerful need for him. “You make me crazy in the best ways. I want to touch you everywhere. I want to make this good for you.” I pulled back so he was on his feet. My forehead was against his as we breathed the same air.

Callum seemed to understand exactly what I meant. I hadn’t been with a guy. I knew how much he liked this, and I didn’t want to fuck it up. “It’s you, so it’ll be more than good for me. I just want you.” He pulled at my shirt. “Let’s get this off. I fucking love your chest.”

He took my shirt off, then went for my jeans. Callum went down on his knees to remove them and my underwear, before leaning in to nuzzle my groin. He lapped at my balls and sucked the head