been turned on by his anger, his rough hands and brutal grip, but she was. Heat coiled tight within her stomach, flaring in her pussy, throbbing in her clit as he drove into her. Her eyes rolled back, reveling in his punishing rhythm.
She reached for him, the tips of her fingers slipping along his shoulders, but the rest of his body remained infuriatingly beyond her reach. She desperately wanted to explore him. He hadn’t allowed her the chance last night, keeping her tied, torturing her with pleasure until she was too exhausted to reach for him. Now that he’d given her this gift, this one more opportunity, she needed to touch him. Her one last moment to feel him, explore him, make love to him.
He leaned over her, sucking her nipple into his hot mouth. He bit down, not hard enough to break the skin but with enough force to shock her. She screamed at the sudden pain, which morphed instantly into sparkling heat, zipping along her nerves, to settle deep in her pussy.
“This wasn’t your Christmas gift.” He growled. Warm water spread over her, sprinkling her excited skin.
Her head shot up, her gaze moving to his. She forced herself to focus on his face, not allowing herself to glance at the broad, toned chest that stroked against her sensitive breasts, or the rippling abs that rubbed against her aching, needy clit.
“What?” she exclaimed as he pulled back sharply, slamming into her harder.
“This wasn’t a present.” He punctuated each word with a short, deep dig of his cock, distracting her with the movement of his body. “I couldn’t ever do that. Be this close to someone. As a gift.”
She sucked in a deep breath, tears cresting her eyes, threatening to overcome her. His powerful plunges slammed her against the hard wall, stimulating the aches still pulsating from last night’s brutally beautiful lovemaking.
“Not every man is Josh.” His words were hard, harsh, ferocious.
“I know that,” she whimpered, squirming, trying to move her hips to meet him. Desperate for his thrusts, to feel more of him, to show him, in this small way, she loved him. But his solid grip kept her pinned.
“I don’t use women. I don’t give away sex like it’s nothing. I thought you knew that.”
She nodded enthusiastically. “I do,” she moaned, her wet hair flapping around her face.
He ignored her agreement. “Last night was special.” He shifted his grip, his hold softening, the rough anger in his voice flagging. “We had something amazing, even before last night.”
Callie struggled against him, desperate to touch him, to rake her fingers comfortingly through his hair, to kiss his smooth, soft lips until his anger disappeared, but he wasn’t ready. Not yet. But she could still touch him, with her words, with the truth.
“I called off my wedding for you.”
Eric’s head jolted up, pausing, buried balls deep within her. His eyes were large with surprise. He remained silent, still, waiting for her to continue.
“I called off my wedding because—” Callie swallowed “—I love you.”
The angry flame returned to his eyes, disbelieving her confession. “Since when?”
Her heart thudded in fear of his rejection. Callie turned her head, embarrassed to meet his hard, angry gaze. “Since Opening Day. When you brought that bleached blonde Barbie to the game.”
“You mean Rachel?” He laughed, rewarding her with an arch of his spine, spearing himself inside her.
Her head snapped back, rolling against the wall. It would be easy to luxuriate in the sensation he created, but she needed him to know, indisputably, how she felt.
“She didn’t deserve you,” Callie continued, aware she sounded like a jealous shrew. “She was brain-dead, and superficial, and spoiled—”
“And gorgeous.”
Callie turned her head from him, her hair slapping against her neck, droplets trickling down her spine. “I don’t remember.”
“Liar.” He chuckled again, deep and sensual, the sound morphing into a howl as
She reached for him, the tips of her fingers slipping along his shoulders, but the rest of his body remained infuriatingly beyond her reach. She desperately wanted to explore him. He hadn’t allowed her the chance last night, keeping her tied, torturing her with pleasure until she was too exhausted to reach for him. Now that he’d given her this gift, this one more opportunity, she needed to touch him. Her one last moment to feel him, explore him, make love to him.
He leaned over her, sucking her nipple into his hot mouth. He bit down, not hard enough to break the skin but with enough force to shock her. She screamed at the sudden pain, which morphed instantly into sparkling heat, zipping along her nerves, to settle deep in her pussy.
“This wasn’t your Christmas gift.” He growled. Warm water spread over her, sprinkling her excited skin.
Her head shot up, her gaze moving to his. She forced herself to focus on his face, not allowing herself to glance at the broad, toned chest that stroked against her sensitive breasts, or the rippling abs that rubbed against her aching, needy clit.
“What?” she exclaimed as he pulled back sharply, slamming into her harder.
“This wasn’t a present.” He punctuated each word with a short, deep dig of his cock, distracting her with the movement of his body. “I couldn’t ever do that. Be this close to someone. As a gift.”
She sucked in a deep breath, tears cresting her eyes, threatening to overcome her. His powerful plunges slammed her against the hard wall, stimulating the aches still pulsating from last night’s brutally beautiful lovemaking.
“Not every man is Josh.” His words were hard, harsh, ferocious.
“I know that,” she whimpered, squirming, trying to move her hips to meet him. Desperate for his thrusts, to feel more of him, to show him, in this small way, she loved him. But his solid grip kept her pinned.
“I don’t use women. I don’t give away sex like it’s nothing. I thought you knew that.”
She nodded enthusiastically. “I do,” she moaned, her wet hair flapping around her face.
He ignored her agreement. “Last night was special.” He shifted his grip, his hold softening, the rough anger in his voice flagging. “We had something amazing, even before last night.”
Callie struggled against him, desperate to touch him, to rake her fingers comfortingly through his hair, to kiss his smooth, soft lips until his anger disappeared, but he wasn’t ready. Not yet. But she could still touch him, with her words, with the truth.
“I called off my wedding for you.”
Eric’s head jolted up, pausing, buried balls deep within her. His eyes were large with surprise. He remained silent, still, waiting for her to continue.
“I called off my wedding because—” Callie swallowed “—I love you.”
The angry flame returned to his eyes, disbelieving her confession. “Since when?”
Her heart thudded in fear of his rejection. Callie turned her head, embarrassed to meet his hard, angry gaze. “Since Opening Day. When you brought that bleached blonde Barbie to the game.”
“You mean Rachel?” He laughed, rewarding her with an arch of his spine, spearing himself inside her.
Her head snapped back, rolling against the wall. It would be easy to luxuriate in the sensation he created, but she needed him to know, indisputably, how she felt.
“She didn’t deserve you,” Callie continued, aware she sounded like a jealous shrew. “She was brain-dead, and superficial, and spoiled—”
“And gorgeous.”
Callie turned her head from him, her hair slapping against her neck, droplets trickling down her spine. “I don’t remember.”
“Liar.” He chuckled again, deep and sensual, the sound morphing into a howl as
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