15. Calder

Ifall on her as soon as we get back to our room. I kiss her neck, her shoulders, and her soft lips. “What do you like?” I whisper, dizzy with need. “What do you want?”

“You,” she gasps. “I want you.”

Desire short-circuits my mind. I pull her to me and kiss her deeply, my hands roaming over her body. She moans into my mouth. I drop to my knees, push her panties aside, and lick her, and she jerks and whimpers out loud. “That’s it, yes.” I drag my tongue over her clit, and she jerks again. She’s so fucking responsive. I work her over with a vengeance, sucking her swollen clit between my teeth, tracing circles around it with the tip of my tongue. Her thighs quiver, and her muscles tighten. She throws her head back, her eyes clenched shut as I feast on her.

I shove two fingers deep into her. Her pussy stretches around them, and she whimpers, sweet and soft. Her thighs trap my head in a vise. I increase the pressure on her clitoris, and she breaks, biting her lip and shaking as she comes.

“That was . . .” I get back to my feet and stare down at her. I’ve been dreaming of this moment for six months, and now that it’s here, words fail me. “Take off your clothes.”

“Bossy.” She winks at me as she loosens her tabs and then lifts her dress over her head. I suck in a breath. Her nipples are erect underneath her bra, hard and eager for my mouth.

“You’re staring.”

“I can’t help it. You’re beautiful.” A possessive fire ignites my heart, scorching, heady, and powerful. I pick her up and put her down on the bed, and she laughs as she bounces on the soft mattress. She takes off her bra and shimmies out of her panties. “Your turn now, Calder.”

I strip, and her eyes go wide. “Wow. Your cock is . . .” Words seem to fail her. “Come here. You made me come. I need to return the favor.”

“You don’t need to do anything you don’t want to,” I say roughly, joining her on the bed.

She laughs softly. “Correction. I want to return the favor.” She winks at me. “Please, may I suck your cock, Calder?”

Fuck, yes.