Page 45 of Holiday Interference
I drop without thinking.
Hands on her thighs, breath ragged. And for the first time in my life, surrender feels like the most powerful thing I’ve ever done.
The tile’s cold against my knees, but I don’t care. I’m not thinking about anything but her—bare thighs, parted lips, the soft rasp of her breath as she watches me settle between her legs like I belong there.
Because fuck me, I do.
Her fingers hover just above my shoulders. Not pushing me away. Not guiding me closer. Just…waiting.
I press a kiss to her inner knee. Then the other. Her skin’s warm, soft, and she shivers beneath my hands like she can feel the restraint I’m barely holding onto.
“Cal—” Her voice is already shaky. “Are you?—”
“I’m exactly where I want to be,” I murmur. My hands slide up her thighs, fingers spreading, stroking, anchoring.
She leans back, palms bracing on the counter, her shirt falling down her shoulder just enough to drive me fucking crazy. Her breath stutters when I kiss higher—her thigh, then the tender skin beside her center.
She widens her legs, giving me full access to her lace-covered pussy.
Red lace, no less.
And while it’s so pretty on her, I want to taste her on my tongue without a single barrier.
I pull the lace aside and use my thumbs to open her to me fully. When I finally press my mouth to her clit—slow, open, deliberate—she lets out a sound I’ll remember for the rest of my life. Like shock and relief.
Likeyes, finally.
I groan against her. She tastes like heat and want, slick and ready.
And Jesus, she’s responsive—hips twitching under my grip, thighs flexing around me. I flatten my tongue, slide up and circle, and her hand finally tangles in my hair.
“Fuck,” she whispers, breath breaking. “Just like that—don’t stop.”
I won’t. Not until she’s shaking.
I suck gently, then flick my tongue in tight, slow strokes, feeling her tense, then melt, over and over again. Her other handgrips the edge of the counter, knuckles white, and I swear I canfeelher falling apart.
She gasps. “Cal—I’m—shit, I’m gonna?—”
Her thighs tremble. She tries to hold back. I don’t let her.
“Come for me,” I rasp against her. “Give it to me, baby.”
And she does—her whole body bowing, breath caught on a moan that’s broken and beautiful and fucking mine.
I stay with her, gentle now. Letting her ride it out, savoring every shiver, every tiny twitch of her fingers still knotted in my hair.
When she finally exhales, chest rising and falling like she’s been through a war, I look up at her.
And her eyes—damn. There’s something in them now. Wild. Raw.Sure.
“Still want to use me?” I ask, voice low and wrecked.
She grabs my shirt and drags me up until our mouths crash.
The kiss is rough. Messy. All teeth and tongues and need.
“I want all of you,” she says. “Right now.”
