Page 83 of Seven Year Itch
“What was number six on that list again?”
“Spontaneous sex?” Calder answers, and a smile lights up his face in the glowing firelight.
I nod slowly and press myself into his nook, tipping my lips up to his as I fight my racing heart. “Maybe we check that one off tonight.”
He stares at my lips like he wants to devour them. “I thought I was the one in charge here, Ace. I did make the PowerPoint, after all.”
“You know I’ve never been good at giving up control.” I wrinkle my nose with a smirk, and a low growl vibrates in his chest.
“Oh, I’m fully fucking aware.” He eyes me for a second before reaching out and dragging his fingers along my jawline, tucking a loose strand of hair behind my ear. “Does that mean you’re officially sayingyesto all this?” His brows twitch ever so slightly. “I thought you of all people would have some notes at the very least.”
“What can I say? You nailed it.” I inwardly giggle at my double entendre. “But I reserve the right to make changes to this list whenever I want.”
“It’s a woman’s prerogative.” He nods solemnly.
I purse my lips before my tongue darts out to lick them as my body hums with desire. Just being this close to him is an aphrodisiac. I guess it’s a fine line between love and hate. “On second thought, you didn’t have orgasms listed in that presentation. I might need more clarity there.”
He chuckles, and his hand slides from my cheek to my neck, gripping me in a claiming sort of way as he uses the edge of his hand to angle my chin up to him. “No need to promise what’s already guaranteed, Ace.”
And my breath escapes my lungs when he seizes my mouth with his, his tongue parting my lips as he thrusts into me, forcing my neck back to accept the intrusion. It’s a wild, demanding kiss that sends a rush of desire rocketing through me.
My tongue attempts to catch up to his level as my neck pulses against his palm. How long has it been since I’ve been kissed likethis? Well, except for Calder, that is. But when was the last time? Did my ex and I ever kiss like this? Fuck, it’s good. I’ve missed this type of all-consuming kissing. Kissing that turns you on and feeds your whole body. Kissing that makes life worth living.
I grip the front of his shirt and lift one leg up around him, causing him to growl into my mouth as his hand releases my neck to grip my leg to his hip. His fingers are rough on my skin as he skates his hand up the outside of my thigh and wraps around to palm my ass. He kneads my flesh with harsh, punishing pressure that has my body rolling up into him.
He shifts so I’m on my back now, and he’s over top of me. His leg catches between my thighs... directly on my clit, and I gasp, fisting his shirt in my hands as he breaks our kiss.
“You like that, Ace?” he asks, grinding his knee into me.
I struggle to breathe as my core throbs against the rough denim gliding over the thin silk of my panties.
I nod, unable to form words as he presses his knee farther into me, soaking my panties while his kneecap catches on my clit in the most mind-blowingly insane way that I want to stop and never stop at the same time.
I moan into his lips as he shifts so now his groin is flush against my center, his hard ridge a wicked promise of what’s to come. My back arches up off the couch as I kiss him, pulling him into me with my booted leg as close as I can.
A desperate frenzy takes over both of us as he dry-humps me. It’s been torture all night waiting for this to happen. Being friends with benefits or enemies with benefits is kind of weird. Both of us are here for one thing, but common decency forces us to act civilized, be polite, talk, have a drink, do all the mundane human things... when all I want to do is act like an animal. I’m a feral cat who just wants this tomcat to fuck me. God, please fuck me!
And as Calder reaches under my shirt to unclasp my bra, I realize how miraculous this all is. I want to have sex! I haven’t wanted to have sex for the last several years. I was insecure with Randal,insecure of my body and our connection. With Calder, there’s no need to worry. We’re both here for the same thing and perfectly okay with it. This should be the definition of fucking the patriarchy.
He breaks our kiss, and I quickly slip my hands into my sleeves to pull the loose bra out from under my shirt. I fling it to the floor and my nipples are rock-hard and raw beneath the thin cotton.
Calder stares down at my chest. “I like you in my shirt, but I like what’s under there even better.”
I process his words for a moment, noting the sentimental undertone to them. He mentioned my outfits in Mexico too, and it’s surprisingly sweet coming from a self-proclaimed playboy.
And incredibly validating.
Randal wasn’t good at the compliments or affirmations. I think there was too much resentment there for him to ever see any good in me.
Calder watches me speculatively as he slides my shirt up my body, exposing every square inch of me in the warm living room lighting. I fight the urge to suck my stomach in or fret over all my imperfections.
It’s not necessary to feel insecure... He’s already seen me naked, and that was before we decided to do this.
“Fucking beautiful,” he growls before capturing my hardened nipple and sucking it deep into his mouth. His beard scrapes against my flesh, causing goose bumps to erupt all over my skin as I comb my fingers through his hair and turn to stare at the crackling fire as a similar blaze stirs between my legs.
“Calder, I want you to fuck me,” I beg, my panties growing more damp with each passing second.
He shakes his head against my chest. “Not yet, Ace. You’ve rushed me the last two times, and this time I want to see you. All of you.”
