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All I see when I look at her is the raw need that’s tearing through me. Gripping her ass, I pull her tighter against me and she drags her hands through my hair, leaning in until our lips meet in an angry, desperate kiss. Neither one of us wants to back down.

I’ve never been in her bedroom before, but I find the way without breaking the kiss. One swift kick and the door slams behind me. Moving across the room, I pull back and set her on the floor.

“Are you sure about this?”

“Do I look like I want you to leave?”

I gather her hair in my fist and tug so her head tips back, her chin high, her eyes pinned on mine.

“I will not hold back Calli.”

“Good.”

A dark laugh escapes me. She thinks she is going to be in control? Not a chance. She might think she’s won, but she doesn’t know what she is letting herself in for.

Chapter Twenty

Calli

Staring at Garrett without a shirt on is like looking into the hottest, brightest sun. He’s blindingly, intensely attractive. All that ink on display, and the light golden sheen of his skin is mouthwatering.

He turns on the lamp on the bureau behind him. It’s showing me every part of him, every ridge and dip of his muscles, the chiseled cut of his cheekbones and the tenseness in his jaw as he watches me. He tore off his top and then stopped.

I want that skin against mine, I want him to wrap himself around me and inside of me. It takes a damn lot of willpower not to jump on him. We stare at one another. It’s so intense the hair on my arms stands on end.

Patience has always been something I’m good at, but this? This is torture.

When Garrett finally makes a move toward me, my breath comes quicker.

“Up,” he taps my arm. I immediately raise them, and he pulls my shirt up and over my head, leaving me in the strapless bra.

His eyes move over my body, and he makes a noise of approval. He reaches up and grabs my wrists, pushing them together and holding them in one of his large hands. The other trails down the skin of my inner arm, down to my breastbone. He tucks his fingers into the center of the bra and tugs the cups down.

My chest heaves as he stares at my breasts. As I expected, he toys with the piercing on one of them, still keeping my arms above my head. I thought staring at me was torture. No, that was nothing compared to this.

My arms ache, but I barely feel it over the pull in my nipples as he twirls the beads in between his fingertips. He lets go of my wrists, my arms fall down to my sides. Garrett cups my breast from beneath and stares at his hand as it squeezes and caresses me. His skin is dark against my pale flesh. Everything about us is a contradiction. We shouldn’t work at all.

He moves into me, forcing me backward toward the bed. The backs of my knees hit the mattress, and he helps lower me to a sitting position.

He told me he wouldn’t hold back when so far, he’s barely touched me. My fingers itch to grab him, to peel off the rest of his clothes and mine. I watch, mesmerized as he drops to his knees, pressing my legs wide so he can fit his large body between them.

His focus is still on my breasts, more specifically the piercings. Pressing my hands on the bed behind me, I lock my elbows and lean back, arching my back up to him. My breath catches when he unscrews the clasp on one piercing.

My nipples are so hard and tight, I can barely breathe. He never takes his eyes off what he is doing. My pussy is soaked and practically convulsing as he pulls the piercing out. Then pushes it back in.

Slowly, watching intently, he pulls it out again.

All I can think about is him pushing in and out of me. How is it possible that something as simple as this is turning me on so much? He is simulating sex with the piercing. My head tips back and I moan as he does it again, slower this time.

The hot wetness of his mouth closing over the nipple shocks me and I gasp, arching even harder. He bites down, then leans back and blows as he presses the piercing back in. My heart is racing, it’s getting harder to breathe. I’ve never experienced anything more erotic in my life.

Outside of these four walls, I could never explain to anyone what this man is doing to me. People in my old life could never imagine me being with a man like this and I want to defy that thought. He makes me feel the way no other man ever has.

His eyes are pinned to me, every part of him is present right now and all he cares about is pleasuring me. I can feel it in the way he is touching me. I’m not stupid, the indecision he went through as I walked away was clear. It hurt initially. My ego was bruised at the thought of him taking off.

I was on top of the world when he got off his bike. The way he is making me feel right now, I’ve gone straight through the atmosphere.

He carefully takes out the piercing and sets it on the bed, lavishing my breast with kisses, licks and bites.

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