Page 62 of Unexpected Love
I didn’t even bother with the nightshirt and let the towel fall, expecting him to devour me with a hungry gaze. To sit up and demand that I take it while he fucks my mouth.
Instead, he holds out a hand in silent invitation. I take it, but instead of lying next to him, I crawl over him, forcing his leg down so I can straddle his hips.
His hands grip my thighs, his gaze dropping low before traveling up the length of me. Desire floods throughme as his cock grows hard beneath me, and I arch in encouragement. His fingers flex as he lets out a hiss of pleasure.
There are no words between us as our eyes meet and hold. Nothing needs to be said. Our bodies understand what the other needs.
I lower my head and capture his lips, tenderly, softly. Letting my nipples brush against his chest, I torment both of us.
In seconds, his breath is a hot cascade across my cheek as he cups the back of my neck and takes the kiss deeper, hotter. I’m lost in the taste of him, minty and fresh. Lost to the sensation of skin on skin. Lost to the reverence in the way he responds to me.
He shifts a leg like he’s going to roll us over, and I break the kiss.
Linking our fingers, I direct him to all the places I want to feel his touch, teasing us both before I pull away.
I’m so wet, I can feel the evidence on the fabric that separates us. I push his arms over his head, giving his hands a squeeze to let him know what I want from him. Then, trailing kisses across the expanse of his chest, softly pressing my lips to the puckered scar that mars his skin, I explore his body with my tongue, shifting down his hard length.
His abs flatten on a sharp intake of breath as I hover, heating his rigid cock through the fabric, before slipping my fingers into the waistband of his underwear and drawing them down.
I want him in my mouth. I want to drive him wild and make him feel cherished at the same time. So I pause long enough to take him deep, swirling my tongue up the vein on the underside and around the swollen tip as I worship him.
He’s glorious, writhing beneath me like he wants to thrust but is holding himself back.
I don’t want him holding back. I want him feral.
I pull off with apopof my lips and sit up, grinding against him, sliding over him from my throbbing clit to the entrance that aches for him. We fit so perfectly against each other, and my body craves more of him.
Heat builds with each gasping slide, and my orgasm shimmers just out of reach.
He pulls his hips back and notches inside. My next slide back pushes him in deep, all the way to the hilt, and we both groan from the rightness of it.
He sits up, wrapping his arms around me, anchoring me by the shoulders as he thrusts up and into me. It’s intimate and intense. A beautiful dance of our bodies as we get lost in each other. I cradle his head against my breast, holding him close as I fall apart.
Chests heaving, we’re still wrapped around each other, trying to catch our breath, when Cal’s soft voice breaks the silence. “I wouldn’t have made it through the day without you.”
My head is on his shoulder, fingers idly playing with his chest hair. I slide my arm around his waist and give him a squeeze. He’s this tough man, strong and heroic, but has the softest underbelly. I hate the way he sounds so lost and forlorn. It makes me want to wrap him in a bubble and shower him with affection.
“Talk to me. Tell me what happened earlier.”
Trailing his fingertips over my arm, he begins. He tells me about Dani calling and needing help getting out of trouble.
“I think the worst part is that she didn’t even ask after Charlie.” His throat bobs with a swallow, and it’s a long, quiet moment before he continues. “Feels like I’ve failedher,” he admits softly. “I should’ve gone back sooner. Should’ve tried harder to help her get out of that life instead of just sending her money. But now she’s so entrenched. I’ve enabled her, and there’s nothing I can do to make it right.”
I don’t try to fill him with platitudes; I simply hold space for him, letting him know I’m here and listening. He continues stroking my arms, the sensation lulling me into a peacefulness that I wish he felt.
“I think you’re being hard on yourself, Cal. Dani is a grown woman. As much as it sucks, it’s time for her to feel the consequences of her actions.”
The soft brush of his fingertips on my arm stills. “So do I take this a step further? Do I make her give me full custody of Charlie?”
I shrug. I don’t know how I feel about the prospect of him having her permanently. “What about Charlie’s dad? Her other family. Is there anyone else who would fight for her?”
“I don’t know. But knowing their background, if Charlie is going to have a chance at a better life, she’s going to need to be with me.”
I shift to settle my chin on his chest. “Then I think you just answered the question.”
“I’ve never thought of myself as a dad, but here I am, being one. I’ve had Charlie for a month, and we’ve handled it pretty well so far. But I guess, whether I’m ready to be a dad or not, I’ve got to think of what’s best for Charlie at this point, because my sister certainly isn’t.”
Up until now, I’ve been fine with helping out with Charlie. But if he takes steps to permanently make Charlie his, what does that mean for whatever this is that’s happening between us? Do we go on like we are?
