Page 53 of My Rockstar Ex's Broken Vows

Callum

The truth untold, it’s bitter cold

9:59 PM

The elevator doors slide shut,and I can’t keep my hands off her. My fingers thread through her hair, tugging just enough to tilt her face up to mine. And then I’m kissing her like I’ve been holding back for years—because I have.

She gasps against my mouth, her hands fisting in my shirt, pulling me closer until there’s no space left between us.

The soft ding of the elevator sounds as we pass another floor, but I don’t care. I’m completely lost in her, in the way she tastes like rosemary and gin, in the small, breathy sounds she makes when I press her against the wall.

"You are a legend," she murmurs between kisses, her voice breathless but edged with a tease. She bites my lip and presses into me.

"Yeah?" I say, grinning against her lips, pulling my bottom lip out of her teeth.

Her laugh is soft and muffled as I kiss the corner of her mouth, trailing down to her jaw and the delicate curve of her neck. She shivers, her nails dragging lightly across my chest, and it takes everything in me not to lose it right here in the elevator.

"You didn’t even say anything," she says, her voice uneven. "You grabbed me and pulled me. What made you think I wouldn't put up a fight?"

"You seemed like you wanted to be grabbed," I say, my lips brushing against her ear.

She huffs, but it’s not annoyance—it’s something closer to surrender. "And what if I didn’t?"

I pull back just enough to look at her, my hands still cradling her face. "Then I would have had to convince you."

Her eyes meet mine, and for a second, we’re completely still, the tension between us crackling like static. Her heart pounds against my chest and her breath comes quick and shallow. I am certain—whatever this is, she feels it too.

The elevator dings again, and the doors slide open to my floor. I take her hand without a word, leading her out into the hallway.

She doesn’t hesitate, doesn’t stop me, and when we reach my door, she’s the one who pulls me back into her, her lips crashing into mine like she’s as desperate for this as I am.

By the time I get the door unlocked, we’re already losing ourselves in each other, the world outside fading into nothing as we stumble inside.

As we stumble into my hotel room, I can barely breathe. Sienna's here, in my arms, and it feels like a dream I never want to wake from. The soft glow from the city outside paints her skin a golden hue, and I'm struck by how incredibly beautiful she is.

"God, you're gorgeous," I murmur, my hands sliding down her sides. Her body responds to my touch, arching into me.

"Not so bad yourself, rockstar," she teases, her fingers working at the buttons of my shirt.

I capture her lips again, hungry for more. She tastes like gin and possibility, and I can't get enough. My shirt falls to the floor, and her hands are on my chest, tracing the lines of my tattoos.

“This turns me on,” she coos as her finger trails over the 'LEGEND' on my forearm.

“Oh, yeah?” I grin, nipping at her earlobe. “How about I show you how a legend does it.”

She laughs, a sound that goes straight to my core. I lift her, her legs wrapping around my waist as I carry her to the bed. Laying her down, I take a moment to drink her in. Her hair fans out on the pillow, and her eyes are dark with desire.

"You planning on just looking?" she challenges, a smirk playing on her lips.

"Oh, I plan on doing a lot more than that," I growl, lowering myself over her.

I kiss my way down her neck, savoring the taste of her skin. She smells faintly of lavender, and it's intoxicating. Her soft gasps fill the room as I explore her body, relearning every curve and plane.

"Cal," she breathes, her nails digging into my back as I move lower.

I look up at her, drinking in the sight of her flushed cheeks and parted lips. "Tell me what you want, Si."

"You," she says simply. "All of you."

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