his bedroom.
“I want the lights on,” I say, surprising him. “Unless someone can see in here.”
“I’ll close the shutters.” He makes quick work of it, and when he turns back to me, I’m already naked, waiting for him. “I don’t know what I did right in this life to deserve this, but I’ll do it every fucking day if this is my reward.”
I smirk and crook my finger at him, encouraging him to come here.
“Why do you want the lights on, Aspen?”
“Because I want to see you. Your body, your ink, your eyes when you look at me and when you’re about to lose your shit. I want to see it all.”
His skin is tanned and smooth over muscles that go on for weeks. That ink on his arm begs for my tongue. And his cock is hard and proud, just waiting for me.
“Same page, darling.”
He doesn’t reach for me yet. Instead, he jerks his shirt over his head and lets it fall to the floor. He drops his slacks, sending them with his shirt, and I can’t wait to get my hands on him.
I’m freaking salivating.
“You’re something to look at yourself, Your Highness.”
“Callum,” he corrects me and steps forward. “When we’re here, like this, I’m not a prince or Your Highness. I’m Callum, or Cal if you like. Because our jobs and our families have no place here. This is you and me.”
“Anything else I need to know before I destroy you for all other women?”
His lips tip up in a smug, satisfied smile.
“Darling, you already have.”
He slowly moves toward me, and just when I think I might die from anticipation, his fingertip circles my nipple, making it pebble. He leans over and plucks it into his mouth, then lets go with a loud pop.
The cool air is almost painful on the sensitive skin, but before I can say or do anything in response, Callum’s hand glides down my hip, my thigh, and back up to my core.
“So wet.”
“Entirely your fault.”
“Oh, I’ll happily take the blame.” His finger pushes inside me, and I groan in pleasure. “I’m going to make you scream my name before the night is out.”
“Promises, promises.”
My knees are shaking, but before my legs can fail me, Callum lifts me and carries me to the bed, laying me in the center of the big King-sized mattress. The bedding is soft, and this man is better than I remember.
And we haven’t done much yet.
He parts my legs and settles between them, his dick resting against my folds, but not entering me as he leans in to kiss me. His fingers are in my hair, and his hips rock back and forth through my slickness.
“I know we have time,” I whisper between kisses, “but hurry up.”
“You’re so impatient.”
“Yes.” I don’t even try to deny it. I reach between us, cup him, and guide him to my center, but he suddenly curses against my lips.
“Condom.” He reaches into the bedside table and retrieves the protection. Seconds later, he’s nudging his way inside of me. “Holy fuck.”
“Mm.”
He lifts my legs and sits back so we can both watch as he moves in and out of me. He presses the pad of his thumb against my clit, and I see stars. He nibbles on the arch of my foot, and it’s game over. My pussy contracts, my back arches, and I come harder than I ever have in my life.
When I open my eyes, Callum’s still moving slowly, kissing my leg as he watches me.
“Wow.”
“Round two,” he says and pulls out long enough to flip me onto my tummy. He presses my legs together, spreads the cheeks of my ass with his thumbs, and enters me again, making me call out. The change in position is earth-shattering. His thumb rubbing my lips as he fucks me is everything.
“Callum.”
“Louder.”
I can’t speak. I can’t even think. My body is in overdrive as he pounds into me, over and over.
He grips my hair at the nape of my neck and pulls, just enough to make me groan.
“I said louder.”
“I can’t.”
He spanks my ass and fucks me even harder, and the orgasm consumes me. As I fall over the edge, I cry out, “Callum!”
“That’s fucking right.”
He pushes and then jerks, succumbing to his own orgasm, and then he rolls off me, collapses next to me, and we spend the next five minutes simply trying to breathe.
“I need a ventilator,” I say at last and push my hair out of my face so I can look