Page 44 of Love is Grand
Cal’s intentions suddenly felt premeditated, but I didn’t care. Of course, Rylan also mentioned needing to call me tomorrow to get all caught up. A not-so-subtle request for all the details about my baby daddy and me.
“Actually, Weezie is asleep at Rylan’s,” I said without thinking. Apparently, my mouth had a mind of its own and was subtly suggesting I spend the night with him.
Another yank pulled me into his embrace, and then Cal walked me out of the restaurant with his arm around me toward the open-air lobby. I knew his villa was on the other side, and I wished he’d taken the route by the pool.
Teddi eyed me from the lobby bar, stars in her eyes. As Cal paraded me through the hotel, I knew the staff all thought there goes another one.
Like Rylan, I was getting lucky with a rich American, but Rylan had been a rich American at one point herself. Me, I was an island girl of mixed heritage and had two baby daddies.
This wasn’t a Disney story. It was more have a good time and see you around, but what did I have to lose? Everyone would know we’d had an affair. The proof would be here in a few months, so why shouldn’t I enjoy myself?
As we made our way to Cal’s room, his palm caressed my bare shoulder, gently guiding me while I texted Rylan. She was going to keep Weezie overnight and bring her to me for breakfast. It all felt too easy, too planned, but my heart was for it, so my brain didn’t care.
He unlocked and held the door for me when we arrived, and I walked into the palatial villa, curtains billowing in the breeze. The bedroom had been turned down ... a flower surrounded by chocolates lay on the bed. The lights were dimmed, and the music set to R&B. I seemed to remember guests could request what type of music they wanted, and for the second time, I suspected this was all orchestrated by the man in front of me.
“It’s so pretty here,” I said while turning in a circle, taking it all in. “I imagine that’s why people fall in love with coming here.”
“Not me. I like coming here for you.” Cal was behind me, his breath hot on my neck. “Shell, turn around.”
Sade crooned in the background, and as usual, I listened to Cal. As soon as I swiveled to face him, his mouth was on me, his arm around my back, holding me steady. I could tell he was being gentle.
“You’re not going to hurt me. Or the baby,” I whispered.
This prompted him to slide his palm up my back and yank my head back by my hair. It didn’t hurt, especially as his mouth came down on my neck and licked its way to my clavicle and back up. His head dropped lower and he pulled my dress aside, revealing my already swollen breast. His lips attached to my nipple and sucked.
I yelped. That did hurt.
Immediately, he pulled back. “Shit, Shell. I didn’t mean ... I don’t know. This is new.”
His smirk disappeared as he dropped his hands to his sides. When he backed away, I padded closer. Once I’d closed the distance between us, I boldly took his hand and used it to cup my breast, and he held me gingerly.
“They’re tender. Prepping to be used for purposes other than pleasure,” I told him. “That doesn’t mean you can’t touch me, but maybe just a tad more gently. I’m extra sensitive.”
He nodded, lowering his head, this time cupping my breast over my dress and running his tongue around the exposed part of my skin. A moan escaped me, and he kept at it.
Cal slid back up my body to meet my mouth. “Was that okay?” he asked as his palm grazed my stomach, and I nodded. He kissed me, breaking away to moan, “My baby. I can’t ... it’s a lot.”
I couldn’t respond because he went back to my lips, parting them with his tongue. Our mouths connected with a fervor while his hand continued to stay on my belly.
“I want you,” he murmured. “So bad.”
“Have me,” I said, and he guided me toward the bed.
With reverence, he helped me sit down before kneeling in front of me and swooping my dress over my head. I didn’t feel exposed like I thought I should. Rather, I watched as Cal continued to lean before me, bringing his mouth to my belly this time. He placed a kiss over my navel, lingering for a beat, and then another kiss and another pause.
I let him have his time. Then he gently pushed me back onto the bed, while not getting up himself.
His hands slid under the strings on the sides of my panties and yanked them down like a starved man. Then his mouth was on my center, tasting and nipping, neither too soft nor too gentle.
When his mouth met my core, I almost went off right then and there. A few more strokes of his tongue was all it took, and I was seeing stars.
I squirmed, needing to break free because the release was so overwhelming, but Cal kept me in place, softly taking it all from me. My eyelids fell closed, and I was floating off somewhere until I felt him creep up the bed next to me, then kiss me, tasting of me.
“Pregnancy makes it all a bit more spectacular,” I mumbled.
“I see that, and here I was thinking I was that good.” He laughed while speaking into my mouth, and the rumbles hit every inch of me down to my toes.
My hands slid down his back and up beneath his shirt, feeling his smooth skin and chiseled muscles. Like a well-practiced machine, he leaned back so I could unbutton his dress shirt. As he shrugged it off, my lips connected with his chest, my tongue drawing small circles around his nipple, and his head fell back.