Page 109 of Fight
Her smile grows. “I’ll never let you win.”
Tossing the boards on the bed, I say, “Then let’s save time and get down to business.”
Her laughter is cut off by the doorbell. I hate the way her body stiffens, but when she looks toward the window and sees the pizza delivery car idling at the curb, her shoulders relax.
“Figured tonight called for an easy dinner.” I plant a kiss on her cheek.
“I like the way you think,” she says, bending over to grab her sweatshirt off the floor.Damn.My impulsive thoughts win, and I swat her ass as I slip out the door. “I’ll meet you in the dining room.”
We’ve been interrupted twice tonight, both for good reasons: divorce papers and pizza. However, now that we’re no longer expecting visitors, I’m disconnecting that damn doorbell.
After dinner, Cal is finally able to get started on his goal of having sex in every room. It’s been an emotional day, but I can’t think of a better way to end it than on this dining room table. He sets me on the edge and presses his forehead to mine. His hands cup my neck as he holds me. When his lips graze mine, it’s like falling for him all over again. This man has done so much for me and put me first. It’s more than friendship, more than lovers, it’s so much deeper than I ever knew love could be.
“What am I gonna do with you?” He gruffs.
“Make me yours,” I whisper.
He lowers his hands, gripping behind my knees and yanking me closer. I rip my sweatshirt over my head, and it’s not long before we’re tearing off our clothes and tossing them on the floor, just like I’ve always wanted.
“So sweet,” he comments on my damp underwear, then gathers them in his fist, dragging them upward until they’re nestled tight over my clit. I deliver a squeak when the material bites into me as he jerks it taut.
“You're going to be my good girl, aren’t you?”
“Mm-hm.” His voice grounds me when the pleasure is overwhelming. It keeps me in the moment with him.
I squirm, and he strips the underwear off my legs, then spreads me open and drops to his knees, blowing a stream of cool air over my center and sending a chill up my spine. It conflicts with the hot pinch of fabric on my clit earlier. I’m dripping for him. His middle finger slips inside me, and my lashes flutter closed. God, this feels so good. He adds another, and I lower my back to the table. The cold wood heightens the sensation. I love feeling on display for him, because the way he looks at me with hunger in his eyes is something I’ve never experienced before him.
“Jesus, you have a pretty pussy.”
He pumps in and out, and I drape my forearm over my mouth, trying to control my breaths. He curls his fingers inside me. Our eyes meet, and he chuckles when my body twitches, as if he takes pride in each muffled sound he pulls from my lungs.
“That’s right, baby. Give me all your whimpers,” he growls, leaning in and licking across my clit. My back arches, and I hold my breath, trying to stay quiet. He lifts his head and draws back his hand.
“Open your mouth, Prescott.”
I sit up, part my lips, and he buries his fingers inside, spreading my arousal over my tongue.
“Suck until I say stop.”
The second my mouth wraps around his two fingers, he groans, then drops his face between my thighs again and sucks my clit. My legs tremble against his jaw, and I moan. Heat rushes to my core, fanning out from the intense pleasure like aftershocks. It’s so much all at once. The gleam in his eyes is wicked. He loves it when he has me coming apart at the seams.
My abs strain, right on the threshold of my climax when he stands, and I whine in frustration.
“The first time you come tonight will be on my cock.”
I hardly recognize the desperate sounds I make, but they vibrate against his hand. He simply watches as I’m perched naked, quivering, and needy while I suck. My eyes are lost in the hazelnut color of his. Until I hear his belt buckle release.
I eagerly look down, waiting to see him. He replaces his fingers with his tongue, kissing me until I’m delirious from the taste and touch he provides. I’m lost in everything when I feel his crown at my entrance, then spread my thighs wider. He pushes inside, folding himself over me, and whimper with relief.
Locking my legs around his waist, my heels press into his ass, and he takes it as a signal to rock his hips, driving inside me again and again. He wraps one arm around my lower back, and the other one fists my hair and tugs, lifting my chin to him. His mouth drops to the spot where my shoulder and neck meet. He grazes the tip of his nose up the column of my throat until he’s kissing along my jawline again. I arch into him, loving the feel of his chest brushing against my nipples.
“I love you,” I say on a sigh. I love him so much.
His lips smile against mine before he kisses me. “I love you too.”
With his mouth on mine, the thrusts strengthen and my breath catches. Sensual Callahan is lovely, but when he’s rough with me, I’ve never felt more wanted. There’s nothing like being at his mercy when he loses control. His passion completely untamed. It’s so undeniably sexy.
“Harder, Cal,” I whisper, wanting to bring him to the brink. His rough hands dig into my soft curves as he snaps his hips, taking me without hesitation. “So good,” I mumble.