Page 172 of The First Taste
Kaia wrinkles her nose. “That actually makes me feel better.”
Anna bows her head, receding back. Kaia turns around, taking her hand from mine, and marks something down on the card. She looks at me, smiling a little mischievously.
My lips curl upward at her expression. “What?”
She scrunches up her nose. “I just can’t believe I’m here.”
I smirk. “This is nothing, Kaia. Just stick with me and I promise, your mind will be blown over and over again.”
She rolls her eyes. “Be gentle with me, Calum. I’m easy to impress. Now pay attention to the models onstage, because the outfits I end up wearing are only meant to impress you.”
I lean my head over and brush away her blonde hair from the pulse point at her neck. Ever so slowly, I kiss her warm skin, flicking my tongue over it. Then I suck hard enough to leave a mark.
“Calum!” she protests.
“What?” I murmur. “I’m marking my territory. I plan to take my time with you, kissing and sucking every inch of your body until you come on my fucking face.”
Her eyes widen; her breath leaves her in an audible huff. She blushes deeply.
“Really, Calum,” she whispers, her hazel eyes flashing. “You have the filthiest mouth.”
I drop a kiss against her pulse point and then suck on her earlobe. “You have no idea, beauty. Just no idea.”
We get a little drunk and watch models strut by. I don’t stop touching her, my hands roving up and down her thighs over her dress. I ruck the material of her dress up and run my hands against the hot smooth skin I find there. I drop drugging kisses along her neck and collarbone.
“Calum!” she says, gasping. “There are other people here, you know.”
I arch a brow. “And I should care because…”
Her reactions are even better than touching her. She blushes, she laughs, and once I even elicit a breathy moan when I pick a spot close to her nipple and suck.
She shivers. “Calum…”
I’m not sure if it’s meant to be a protest or a plea, but it sounds impossibly sweet coming from her lips.
By the time that the lingerie models are walking down the runway, we’ve opened a second bottle of champagne. I am entirely focused on the woman beside me.
Every little touch, every dirty word I whisper to Kaia is ratcheting up the tension a hair higher. She’s pretending to pay attention to the glamorous women wearing frilly lace and black satin that parade themselves down the runway. But the card the she was given has been lost, the pen tossed aside somewhere.
A particularly hot bodysuit made of black straps is the next look coming down the aisle. Calum looks at the model, his mouth lifting at the corners.
He grips my thigh. “I want to see you in that.”
I blush, wrinkling my nose. “Well, it’ll probably take them a minute to get my size together and ship it from here to Queens…”
“I don’t think so. Anna!” he calls.
She appears as though summoned. “How can I help?”
My lips twitch. I jerk my thumb at the model. “Kaia wants to try on looks inspired by that one.”
Kaia goes red as a beet, unable to make eye contact with Anna. Luckily, Anna seems prepared for that demand.
“Right away. If she will just step over to the changing area that we have set up, I can bring some options in a moment.”
She waves her hand at the silk screens set up on the other side of the room. I arch an eyebrow at Kaia. “Ready?”
She blinks and then starts to move.
