Page 95 of Of Heartbreak and Harmony
I wrap my hand around her neck and bring my face to hers, taking her lips in a searing kiss. I groan at the contact. I’ve not felt this in so fucking long. I’ve not wanted to. But now? Now I won’t be able to stop. Until now, I’d never missed kissing, but the feel of her soft, plush lips sliding over mine is something I didn’t know I needed.
I willneverget enough.
Callie opens for me immediately, her tongue tangling with mine, moaning into my mouth. Her hands fist into my shirt. Her knuckles press against my abs. I bite her lip lightly, putting my other hand on her hip so I can tug her closer. So I can feel her entire body on mine. The contact fills in the fuzzy details of my memories. How her body felt under my hands. How she sounded. How she tasted.
She keeps her mouth on mine for a few more blissful seconds, and then her hands shove hard at my chest. Callie tears herself away from me and steps back. I have just one moment of warning—just one look at her pink, swollen lips twisted into a furious frown—before she shoves me again, hard enough that my body jerks backward.
“I’m not some starry-eyed fan you can manipulate.” She steps forward and shoves me backward for a third time. “You can’t just kiss me and expect me to forget everything you’ve done.” On her next shove, my back hits the wall, and she stops with only inches between us. She seethes up at me, pure fury in her green eyes as she hisses her final words. “Stay the hell away from me, you lying, arrogant son of a bitch.”
Then she turns on her heel and storms away. I watch her with wide, shocked eyes and a gaping mouth, my chest rising and falling rapidly, until she rounds the corner and disappears. I want to rush after her, but I know nothing good will come of it. We don’t need a public shouting match, and rage like hers requires space to cool down or it will incinerate us both.
“You good?” Damon asks, slight humor in his tone. When I glance at him, he’s fucking smirking.
“Walton?” is all I say.
“He’s already with her. He’ll drive her back. We’ll have someone come pick us up from the back entrance.”
I nod and close my eyes, dropping my head back on the wall.
Fuck.
I’ll give her this head start. I’ll give her some time to cool down. But then I’m going after her, and we’re going to have a fucking chat. We’re clearing shit up once and for all.
26
CALLIE
PAST, ArtFusion Night Four
With one handon the joint, he uses the other to grip my waist and guide me on top of him, so I’m straddling him with my knees on the couch.
The fabric of my sundress bunches where my hips and legs connect. The feel of his warm skin on mine—my inner thighs pressed to his outer thighs, his cock nudging my center—is enough to make my mouth fall open with a quiet gasp. He doesn’t take his eyes off me.
He brings the joint to his lips and slides his free hand from my waist, up my body to my neck. I watch the cherry glow red as he takes a drag, and then he removes the joint and pulls my face closer to his. The hand on my neck moves to cup my jaw, his thumb pulling my chin down, opening my mouth in a gesture that has lust shooting straight to my core and excitement making my head swim.
He leans close, his nose brushing mine as he opens his own mouth and breathes the smoke past my lips. His lips don’t touch mine, but his thumb doesn’t leave my chin, his fingers holding me close until I’ve inhaled his exhale. He tilts his head up, gazing at me as I release the smoke back into the air around us, and the smile he gives me leaves me feeling like I’ve won a prize. Like he’s praised me without words. Like a sold-out crowd full of adoring fans. Like a standing ovation at Barnum Hall. That’s what this smile from Torren King feels like.
He puts his lips on my jaw again, kissing his way to my neck and whispering words that sound like poetry in that same mysterious melody from before. Like fragmented song lyrics just for me.
“Firebird...make it all new...we’re just ashes in the end...”
His words sound like the beginning of something. Or the end, but god, I hope it’s the beginning. Without overthinking it, I reach for the hem of my dress, and he leans his head back on the couch to watch as I slowly strip it off and drop it on the cushion beside us. I’m not wearing a bra, so I’m straddling his lap in just a pair of cotton underwear, and his eyes caress my bare skin first before his hands finally follow. He brings the joint back to his lips, taking another drag as he trails the fingers on his other hand up my stomach and along the underside of my naked breast. My inhale is shaky as he circles my nipple with his calloused thumb, and his cock grows harder between my legs. Tentatively, I move my hips, and he hisses, pinching my nipple as smoke streams out between his teeth.
“Is this what you want?”
His question is a lazy rasp as his chest rises and falls more slowly than my own. His head still rests on the back of the couch, one hand still holding the joint as the other plays with my body. I nod. He shakes his head.
“You have to say it.” I move my body over him again, but his hand clamps on to my hip, stopping me. “Say it, and then I’ll let you play.”
“This is what I want,” I say finally,firmly, so he knows how serious I am, and he gives me a slow, sinful grin.
“Good girl.”
The hand clamped on my hip loosens but then guides my movements, so I’m grinding on him slowly, his hard cock pressing deliciously against my swollen clit. Then he surprises me by leaning forward and licking up my sternum before taking my nipple into his mouth. I gasp, and he bites, which makes me press down harder onto him. He lets out a low groan, and my core pulses with arousal in response.
“You burn so hot, don’t you?”
He whispers against the sensitive flesh of my breast before biting me again, this time following it with a hard suck that pulls a pained, needy cry from my lungs. His hips buck up into me, his hardness invading mysoftness, and my fingers sink into his hair in an effort to pull him closer. Torren thrusts upward while using the hand on my hip to pull me downward, my core hot and my panties drenched with my desire for him. Every pulse of pressure from his hard cock against my throbbing clit is paired with a bite or a suck on my breasts. Every zap of pleasure coupled with a sting of pain, the sensations lingering and mixing to create something heady and overwhelmingly intoxicating.
