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Lou felt the warm puff of air against her mouth as he spoke. “Yes,” she breathed. “You should.”
“Oh, fuck it.” His lips crashed hard into hers.
Chapter 17
The enclosed space quickly became limiting. With a frustrated sound, Callum shoved himself out of the cabinet. Grabbing Lou by the hips, he pulled, sliding her across the tile floor until her head cleared the opening. Once she was out, he flipped her onto her back and was on her again, his mouth as hungry for hers as if they’d been separated for years.
She matched his ferocity with her own, forgetting to breathe as they rolled over the hard kitchen floor, switching off who was on top. Without breaking lip-to-lip contact, they yanked at each other’s clothes, only partially succeeding in getting naked. In a moment of lucidity, Lou realized she still had an arm in one sleeve of her shirt, and her bra was unhooked, but the straps were still looped over her shoulders.
Callum palmed the back of her head and urged her down for another kiss, and that second of clarity disappeared. What clothes she was or was not wearing didn’t matter. All that existed was his mouth on hers and his hard chest against her partially naked skin.
She felt his stomach muscles flex as he sat, bringing her with him so she was straddling his lap. Clutching his upper arms at the sudden movement, she was immediately distracted by the truly impressive circumference of his biceps.
Pulling his head back to break the kiss, he rasped, “Just a second.”
Lou stared at him dumbly as he reached above them and yanked at a drawer, pulling it completely off its runners. Although it didn’t come close to hitting her, she still ducked as the contents spilled onto the tiles. Oddly, Callum did not seem upset by the mess. Instead, he was making it worse, digging through the scattered items and knocking aside those he didn’t want. Finally, he seized a small box with a sound of triumph.
Realizing what he’d grabbed, she cocked her head curiously. “Why do you keep condoms in your kitchen?”
“Preparedness kit,” he said before kissing her again, his teeth tugging on her bottom lip. A groan escaped her, sounding so hungry she would’ve been embarrassed if she wasn’t so aroused. Leaving her mouth, he trailed a line of kisses down the side of her neck.
“Why in the kitchen?” she managed to ask, although her voice was as husky as a phone sex operator’s.
“I have…a kit…upstairs, too,” he explained between kisses. “Everything…I might…need…in an emergency.” His lips touched the spot just behind her earlobe, making her shudder. “Flashlight…matches…Leatherman…first aid kit…”
Although her body was screaming for her to shut up and just let him continue the wonderful things he was doing with his mouth, she couldn’t let it go. “Sex is an emergency?”
He chuckled, and the vibration against her skin drew goose bumps. “It feels pretty urgent to me now.” His teeth scraped lightly against the tendon running up the side of her neck.
“Agreed.” Pushing him onto his back, she followed him down, finding his mouth with her own. As her lips met his, she could feel him laugh before the kiss combusted.
Every nerve ending flamed, making her frantic. His mouth worked its way down her throat, nipping and licking as she arched her head back, giving him better access. Everything in her was focused on where they touched, where his lips and hands moved across her skin, leaving flares of pleasure in their wake.
Rolling them over again, Cal moved down even farther, the scruff of his cheek scraping against the sensitive skin over her collarbone. The roughness contrasted with the hot slickness of his lips and tongue, and she arched her back as she groaned, frantic with need.
When first his hands and then his mouth found her breasts, she almost went out of her mind. Her fingers clutched at the back of his head, but his hair was too short to grip. As he sucked a nipple into the heat of his mouth, she grabbed at the back of his shirt and yanked.
“Cal,” she gasped. “Please. I need you.”
He met her gaze, his normally icy blue eyes burning. “Sparks.”
That’s all he said. It was just her name, but it told her everything. Their playing ended, and they focused on just shoving the necessary clothes out of the way. He fumbled with unwrapping the condom in a very un-Callum-like way, swearing under his breath, but managed to don the prophylactic before Lou grew desperate enough to grab it from him and do it herself.
Then he was inside her.
They both stilled, staring at each other. It was…Lou didn’t have a word for how perfect he felt in her. She’d always mocked the cheesy romantic phrases like “you complete me” or “two halves of the same soul.” But Callum felt like he fit. He fit with her and she fit with him, as neatly as that last piece of a puzzle snapping into place.
He started to move, driving all philosophical notions and soppy clichés out of her head. Everything turned to motion and pleasure and driving heat, until she couldn’t stay still anymore and rolled them both. After a moment of resistance, Callum shifted to his back, and she followed. Straddling his hips, she took control, loving that she could, that they could trade back and forth without Cal insisting on being the boss all the time. As she watched his face—his beautiful, tightly drawn face—she began to raise and lower her body. His expression, usually so closed, broadcasted everything he felt as she moved above him. When she tightened around him, his head tipped back and he groaned. A pleased smile curved her lips as she flexed her fingers, digging her short nails lightly into his chest. Driving Cal crazy was as fun during sex as it was all other times. As excitement started tightening her muscles, Lou moved faster, finding a rhythm and an angle that was exactly what she needed to drive her over the edge. Her body stiffened as she came, and she called out his name, her fingers digging a little deeper into his unyielding flesh.
As soon as she climaxed, he flipped her onto her back again. Even in her fog of pleasure, she felt a shudder of excitement at the ease with which he moved her. When he was on top, he started thrusting in hard, quick strokes that prolonged her orgasm and brought him along with her. He shouted as he reached his peak, which surprised the tiny corner of her brain that was still functioning. Callum was so controlled in all areas of his life that she assumed he would be as calm and stoic in bed, as well.
He was not calmorstoic at this moment. No, he was more of a sweaty, panting, limp, and heavy mess, and Lou loved him for it. All except the heavy part—as more and more of his weight rested on her, her shoulder blades were starting to grind painfully into the tiles. His kitchen floor washard.
“Hey, Cal?” she wheezed.
His response was a grunt.
“Need…to…breathe…”
