Page 29 of His Red Carnation

“What is this?” she asked, turning to me, her mouth slightly open in surprise.

“We’re not in my apartment or your room. It’s a date, baby.”

A smile tugged at her lips as she shook her head in disbelief.

“You did all of this?” Her voice trembled, and her eyes shimmered with unshed tears.

“Yeah. Do you like it?”

A soft laugh escaped her. “Do I like it? Iloveit. It’s perfect. Thank you, Callan.”

She rose up on her toes and kissed me, her lips warm and soft against mine, making my dick twitch. I clenched my jaw, knowing that if I pulled her any closer, we’d end up fucking, and I wanted this to be a proper date.

“There’s pizza on the way. Come on.” I gestured to the blanket and took her hand, leading her over.

“How did you plan all this? You were with me all day.” She sat down and crossed her legs, eyes still roaming the rooftop in awe.

I sat next to her, tugging off my boots.

“I pulled a few strings. There’s a great party planner in DC. Told her I needed something special for two.” I smiled, glancing around, pleased with how everything had turned out.

Sloane took my hand. “I love you, Callan. This is all…it’s so perfect.” Tears shimmered in her eyes again. My baby was emotional and it was taking some getting used to. I wanted to kiss her tears and tell her everything was okay, but I realized everythingwasokay. More than okay.

“I love you, baby. You’re perfect,” I said, lifting our intertwined fingers to my lips and pressing a kiss to the back of her hand.

She smiled, biting her lip before glancing around at the cozy setup.

“What are we watching?” she asked as her gaze shifted to the screen.

“It’s an old one—Harvey. Jimmy Stewart. One of my favorites,” I explained, picking up the remote from the wooden tray beside the chilled sparkling cider.

Her face lit up. “Oh, I love his movies! I’ve always wanted to see this one. The one about the imaginary friend rabbit, right?”

A warm flutter stirred in my stomach, like butterflies had taken over. If I hadn’t fallen in love with her before, this moment would’ve been it.

“Yeah, that’s the one. Fuck, are you sure you’re eighteen? You know more about shit than I do,” I teased, chuckling.

She smirked, a playful glint in her eyes. “Age has nothing to do with it.”

I raised an eyebrow mockingly. “Are you saying I’m an idiot?”

Her laughter filled the air. “I’m surprised you picked up on that.”

I widened my eyes in a fake gasp, then darted my hands to her sides, tickling her without mercy. Her laughter was like a drug, making me feel like I was becoming the man I’d always wanted to be.Fuck, I love her. By the time I stopped, she was crying from laughter, and I found myself hovering over her, pinning her arms beside her head. I grinned down at her as she bit her lip, her eyes silently pleading for a kiss. Leaning in, I pressed my lips firmly to hers, my body already reacting. I was never going to get enough of this girl.

I pushed my hips into hers, and she wrapped her legs around me, pulling me in tighter.

She abruptly pushed me back, glancing toward the rooftop door.

“Don’t worry, baby. I thought of that. I hired someone to watch the door,” I said, my voice low and reassuring.

Her smile returned, and she pulled me back in, our kisses growing deeper and more intense. It was almost as good as being inside her.Almost.

Sitting up, I tugged her shorts and underwear down in one swift motion before unzipping my jeans and freeing my cock. I stared at her, licking my lips, hungry for her in every way.

“I want you to fuck my face,” I said as I began to stroke myself.

She sat up quickly. “What?”

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