Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Sixteen

June was excited. This was really happening. She’d gone out on a limb and made sure Cal knew she wanted tonight to be the night, and he’d agreed!

She wasn’t thinking about how they came from such disparate worlds, or the pressure of his royal title, or how they were so physically mismatched. Or how pissed her stepsister would be that she was in Cal’s bed and Carla wasn’t. All she could concentrate on was how much she loved him . . . and the fact she’d soon get a chance to show him.

He pulled into the garage and was out of the car and at her side before she even blinked. Giggling, she let him help her out, and when he wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her close, she snuggled against him happily.

Before she knew it, they were behind his locked door, and he’d pushed her up against the wall, where he held her for a long moment, studying her, as if he could read her mind.

“Kiss me, Cal,” she whispered, desperate to have him touch her.

Without a word, he lowered his head, and as soon as his lips landed on hers, she was a goner. Whimpering, June plastered herself against him and raised one of her legs.

“Easy,” Cal said, pulling back. “We’ve got all night.”

“I need you,” she whined.

To her surprise, he smiled . . . and June was a little confused, because she wasn’t being humorous in the least.

“You’ll have me, just as I’ll have you . . . but I don’t want to rush this.”

June sighed. She wanted Cal just as desperate as she was, but it seemed as if he was equally determined to take his time. Darn it.

He turned and escorted her toward the stairs. She was more than willing to go wherever he led, especially if it was to his bed. She stumbled in her hurry while heading up the stairs, but Cal was there to catch her before she fell flat on her face.

He had one hand on the small of her back, and June felt almost branded by him. She couldn’t imagine how she’d feel once she’d taken him inside her body.

He walked straight to his room and shut the door behind them. “I’ll give you first dibs on the loo,” he told her.

June didn’t want to be separated from him for even a minute. She didn’t want to risk anything that might stop what was about to happen. But she reluctantly nodded and headed for the bathroom.

Once inside, she frowned. All her stuff was in the bathroom attached to the guest room. She didn’t have any of her makeup remover or even her own toothbrush. And there was no way she was going to use his. Gross.

Looking around, she was surprised that there wasn’t the usual big bathroom mirror, just a small one that he probably used to shave. And just like that, sorrow swamped her, making some of the desire that had been coursing through her body ebb.

She’d known that Cal was self-conscious about his looks, but that he had gone so far as to remove the bathroom mirror . . . that really hammered it home.

A knock on the door startled June so much, she almost fell over when she jerked at the sound.

“June? I went over and got some of your things from your loo . . . if you want them.”

Her heart melted. Cal Redmon was a good man. Considerate. And tonight, he was all hers. Making a mental vow to be the best he’d ever had, even if she had no idea how to do that, she reached for the doorknob.

Cal was standing there, looking especially delicious, holding her small bag of toiletries.

“Thanks,” she said with a smile.

“You’re welcome.” Then he slipped past her, grabbed his toothbrush and toothpaste, and grinned. “I figured I’d go ahead and take my stuff to the other loo so we could get on with our night sooner rather than later.”

In the past, if she’d indicated she wanted to have sex with a guy, he would’ve taken her straight to bed. There wouldn’t have been any of this pre-bed preparation stuff. But just like the mirror, she understood this as well. He was stalling. Doing what he could to delay getting naked.

“I could’ve just gone to my own bathroom and left you this one. It would’ve been faster.”

“I like you in here. In my space.” Cal shrugged. “Meet you in bed?”

Wow, how four words could make her want to melt into a puddle of goo, June had no idea.

“Last one there’s a rotten egg,” she teased.

Cal chuckled. Then he backed toward the bathroom door, not taking his eyes off her. Of course, he ran into the doorjamb, because he wasn’t watching where he was going, and June giggled.

He smiled at her, then turned and left her standing there, staring at his luscious ass as he walked down the hall toward her room.

As soon as he was out of sight, June sprang into action. She rushed through removing her makeup and brushing her teeth. She used some of the mouthwash sitting on the counter, then the toilet. When she finished running a brush through her boring brown hair, she took a deep breath.

After a moment of hesitation, she pushed her jeans over her hips and left them in a heap on the bathroom floor. Some women would be braver, would probably remove all their clothes, but June couldn’t quite get up the nerve to go that far.

Which was silly, considering what she and Cal were about to do, but a lifetime of feeling fat and inadequate couldn’t be conquered with a little bit of champagne and the anticipation of a night with the man she loved.

Taking another deep breath, she headed into the bedroom—and stopped in her tracks as she looked toward the bed. Cal was already there. She hadn’t heard him return.

From the light of the bathroom, she could see him lying in bed, still wearing his long-sleeved T-shirt. The covers were pulled up over his legs, and one arm was behind his head, propping it slightly as he smiled at her lazily.

“Guess you’re the rotten egg,” he quipped.

June didn’t even hesitate. She flicked off the light, ran toward the bed, and leaped, landing pretty much on top of Cal. He let out an oof, but recovered immediately and rolled until she was under him, the covers tangled around his legs.

“Hi,” she said like a big goof.

Cal didn’t seem to find her too ridiculous. “Hey,” he returned with a grin. Despite the darkness of the room, muted light from the windows allowed her to see the gleam of his eyes, the white of his teeth as he smiled.

“You’re so beautiful,” he said in a low, earnest tone.

June’s gaze skittered to the side, over his shoulder. She never knew how to respond to compliments, especially ones she knew weren’t true.

“Look at me,” Cal demanded.

June brought her gaze back to his.

“You’re. Beautiful,” he enunciated slowly.

“You don’t have to butter me up,” she joked. “I’m a sure thing.”

But he went on as if she hadn’t spoken. “It was all I could do tonight not to drag you out of Chappy’s cabin. You were completely at ease. Laughing, smiling, dancing. Uninhibited.”

June wrinkled her nose. She wasn’t sure if that was a compliment or not.

“You have no idea how beautiful that is to me. If you’d been to even one of the formal weddings or parties I’ve had to attend over the years, you’d understand,” he said quietly. “Women standing around, sipping tea, gossiping about everyone’s clothes, never raising their voices, never singing, never looking like they’re having a good time. Their idea of dancing is to sway back and forth while trying to cop a feel on the dance floor.

“Then there’s you . . . having fun, living life to the fullest, enjoying yourself . . . it was everything I never knew I was missing, and now that I do know, I can’t ever go back.”

June wasn’t sure what he meant by that last part, but she was relieved she hadn’t made a fool out of herself.

“I’m going to make love to you, Juniper Rose. I’m going to do my best to ruin you for anyone else. I want to imprint myself on your body and in your psyche. Because I already know that’s what’ll happen to me. I want to be so deep inside you that you don’t know where I stop and you start. I pray my body won’t let me down, but if it does, I’ll still make sure you’re satisfied.”

“I’m already satisfied,” she told him honestly. “Even if this is all we do, lie in each other’s arms and hold each other all night. Do I want to feel you inside me? Yes. But if that doesn’t happen, it’ll be okay.”

He pressed his lips together and shook his head.

“Shhhh, stop thinking so hard,” she scolded. “This isn’t one of your stuffy balls. This is you and me. There are no rules with us. We’re being rebels and making things up as we go. And you should know . . . you’ve already ruined me for anyone else, Cal,” she said, with no intention of shielding her heart from this man.

There was more she wanted to say, but all the words flew from her mind when he lowered his head and took her lips roughly. And she gave as good as she got. She loved this aggressive side of Cal.

He rolled them again, kicking free of the covers as he did, and for the first time, June felt the bare skin of his legs against her own.

He pushed her upright so she was straddling his belly, and she could feel his hard erection against her ass. He didn’t ask, just reached for the hem of her shirt and pushed it upward.

Excited by his eagerness, June pulled the material over her head. When she was straddling him bare, except for her underwear and bra, she blushed. She was grateful for the weak light in the room.

Without a word, he snaked an arm around her and pressed on her lower back, bringing her closer. He pulled one of the cups of her bra down with his free hand before closing his lips over her nipple.

“Oh!” June exclaimed, catching herself with a hand on the mattress. She couldn’t help but arch into his touch. It had been so long since anyone had touched her sexually. And no one had put as much effort into pleasing her as Cal was right now. He’d been right before when he’d said her breasts were sensitive. They were . . . extremely.

“Cal,” she moaned as her nipples tingled, and she felt herself grow slick between her legs.

“So damn beautiful,” Cal murmured before pulling her remaining bra cup down and paying attention to her other nipple.

She writhed on top of him, wanting more, while at the same time not wanting him to ever stop what he was doing.

She jerked when she felt the hand at her back push under the elastic of her undies to palm one of her ass cheeks. For a split second, she couldn’t help but think about how big her butt was, but all thoughts of her size flew out the window when his fingers brushed against her soaking-wet folds from behind.

His hand was gone before she had time to fully enjoy his touch. He rolled so she was once again lying flat on her back, looking up at him. He didn’t say anything, simply hovered over her, staring.

“Cal?” she questioned.

“You’re so wet.”

June blushed. “I thought that was the goal,” she quipped.

“No, I mean you’re soaked. You could take me right this second, couldn’t you?”

Unable to read his tone, June asked, “Are you . . . mad?”

“No.”

“You sound mad,” she said, confused.

Cal huffed what sounded like a laugh and rested his forehead against hers. He was breathing hard, and even though arousal still swam in June’s veins, she patiently waited for him to continue.

“I’ve never been with a woman who’s gotten so wet so fast.”

June opened her mouth to apologize, still unsure what he was getting at, but he raised his head and stilled her words with a look.

“Women sleep with me because they want a prince. A billionaire. No one’s ever been this excited to be with me,” he said, cupping her pussy and squeezing possessively. “And now, they certainly wouldn’t want a scarred, fucked-up former soldier who’d rather spend his time chopping down trees than immersing himself in the politics and lifestyle he’d been born into.”

All embarrassment over how much she wanted this man disappeared. “I just want you, Cal. You. I’d still want you if you were just a lumberjack. But . . . you’ll never be ‘just’ anything. You’re too kind and giving. Too sexy, regardless of how you see yourself. God, you turned me on more than I thought possible with just your lips on my breast. I’m not even sure I can handle much more.”

“Oh, you can,” he said with a small smile.

June brought a hand to his cheek, caressing lightly before thrusting her fingers into his hair and fisting the soft strands. “Stop thinking so hard,” she ordered. “Sex is supposed to be fun. At least that’s what I’ve heard.”

“I’m going to make this so damn good for you,” he said.

June wasn’t sure if that was a threat or a promise, but it didn’t really matter. She knew whatever this man did, she’d love it and beg for more.

“I’m going to do the same for you,” she told him, then tightened her hold on his hair. “Kiss me, Cal. There’s no one in this bed but the two of us . . . understand?”

“Yes,” he said solemnly, staring into her eyes for another beat before lowering his head.

He kissed her again, long and hard.

June held her breath as he tore his lips from hers, then rose to his knees and reached for the hem of his shirt, whipping it off. He maneuvered to one hip and shoved his boxers down, tossing his clothes to the floor before straddling her once again.

Even in the darkness of the room, June could see glimpses of his ravaged skin. She didn’t get a chance to say anything, or even touch him, because he’d rolled them yet again.

“Off. Take your underwear off,” he ordered in a gruff tone.

This wasn’t exactly how she’d imagined things going. She’d assumed, because of his reticence when it came to getting naked, that they’d progress a little more slowly. But June gladly echoed his movements and kicked off her undies. She reached behind her to undo the clasp of her bra, inhaling sharply when Cal palmed her breasts.

She paused, staring at his huge hands on her flesh.

“A perfect handful,” he said reverently as he played with her.

June managed to get her bra off and threw it over the side of the bed, not caring where it landed. All she could think about was the feel of Cal’s calloused palms on her smooth, sensitive skin.

“Lean down,” he whispered, and June was helpless to do anything but obey. She hovered over him, practically on her hands and knees, her heavy breasts hanging as he squeezed and caressed them.

“They’re so lush, so damn gorgeous,” he breathed.

June wanted to complain that they were too big, too droopy, but she couldn’t get any words out as he tweaked her nipples.

She could feel her pussy practically dripping, and she squirmed over him.

“Come here,” he said, letting go of her boobs and grasping her hips, dragging her up his chest. She moved forward and grabbed the headboard as he urged her to sit up on her knees.

By the time she realized his intent, it was too late to protest.

He groaned deep in his throat as he licked her pussy lips. “So goddamn wet. And it’s all for me, isn’t it, princess?”

June couldn’t speak. She was embarrassed, knowing Cal could see every inch of extra flesh around her middle. And God forbid, she didn’t want to risk suffocating him. But in the end, she couldn’t complain, couldn’t find her words. Couldn’t do anything but hold on for dear life as Cal ate her out like a starving man.

He held her hips tightly, keeping her from moving away, but June wasn’t going anywhere. Everything he did felt too good. She’d never experienced anything like the pleasure he was giving her, and her embarrassment disappeared as he licked, sucked, and probed as deeply inside her as his tongue could manage.

His nose brushed against her clit, and June jolted in his arms.

“You like that,” he mumbled from between her legs.

“Yes,” she whispered and couldn’t help but shift over him, looking for more stimulation on her clit.

“That’s it, princess . . . ride my face,” he ordered.

It sounded so dirty. So carnal. But when his tongue swiped over her clit once more, June’s body moved without any input from her brain, searching out the orgasm that was just out of reach.

When she realized she was writhing on his face shamelessly, trying to get more pressure on her clit, she froze in place, mortified—and so desperate to come she wasn’t sure what to do.

But Cal knew exactly what she needed. He gripped her hips so tightly she was sure she’d have bruises in the morning and yanked her even harder down on his face.

Her inner thighs burning from the awkward position, June held her breath as he took her clit between his lips and sucked . . . hard.

An embarrassingly loud wail left her lips as June came. She humped his face desperately as her thighs shook with both her release and the effort it took to keep her entire weight from landing on top of him.

Her heart beating a million miles an hour, her body sweating more than she liked, June was barely aware when Cal shifted her back down his body and hugged her close to lie on top of him. It took a full minute or two for her to come back to her senses and raise her head to look at him.

He didn’t give her time to say anything, just kissed her voraciously. June could taste herself on his lips and tongue, and it only ramped up her desire. In the past, after she’d come, she was done. Ready to sleep. But sleep was the furthest thing from her mind at the moment. She wanted to give this man everything he’d given her.

She moved without thought, pulling her lips from his and immediately moving down his body. She licked and kissed her way toward his groin, feeling more than seeing the ridges and bumps of his ruined flesh. That he was even allowing her to touch his scars was a surprise, and she wanted to linger . . . but nothing would distract her from her goal.

When she was between his legs, she finally looked up. She could just see the frown on Cal’s face, the fists clenched at his side. For a moment, she doubted herself. It didn’t look like he was enjoying her touch. But she was determined to do this for him. To show him how much she loved him.

“Tell me if I do it wrong,” she begged right before she took his cock in her hand.

“What do you mean?” he asked.

June’s cheeks blazed, and she was once again glad for the darkness of the room. “I’ve never done this, so you’re going to have to tell me if I do something you don’t like.” June opened her mouth and licked the top of his dick, moaning as a salty, musky taste bloomed in her mouth.

“I can’t believe I forgot. You told me in the car . . . You’ve really never taken a man’s cock in your mouth?”

“No,” she told him, gently tonguing the tip.

“Bloody hell!” he swore.

She hesitated, not sure what the curse meant. She felt one of his hands push into her hair. He didn’t pull away, but he didn’t shove her down on him either.

“I’m honored to be your first,” he breathed. “I’m probably less sensitive than most men because of the scar tissue, but even still . . . no teeth. Okay?”

Now that he’d said something, she could feel thin ridges against her palm that shouldn’t be there as she ran it up and down his hard shaft.

Hatred welled in her heart toward the men who’d hurt him, but she pushed it down. There was no place for that kind of emotion right now. All she wanted to do was please Cal.

“The underside is the most sensitive,” he went on. Deep down, June loved being instructed. It took the pressure off. If he told her what to do, she couldn’t mess it up . . . hopefully.

“Take the head in your mouth—feck, yes, like that. Now suck, gently at first, then harder. Bloody hell, woman, you’re a natural.”

She smiled as she did as he instructed. She began to bob up and down, mimicking women she’d seen in porn videos. She used her hand to stroke him where her mouth couldn’t reach, and she actually felt him grow in her mouth. It was an undeniably powerful feeling.

She rose on her knees so she could get more leverage. Her nipples brushed against his thighs as she moved, and the friction felt amazingly good.

“Suck as you come up and off my cock. Yes! Exactly like that. Squeeze harder with your hand as you stroke me, move it with your mouth . . . Oh Lord, that feels so good.”

A spurt of precome filled her mouth, and June wasn’t sure whether or not she should swallow. In her moment of indecision, some of it leaked back onto his dick, lubricating her hand as she stroked him.

Her heart was beating fast in her chest, and she felt as if she was on top of the world. Tilting her head, she looked at Cal, and found his gaze glued to what she was doing.

“I can’t believe I’m going to say this, but I’m regretting not having the lights on,” he panted. “I bet you look so damn sexy with your lips stretched around my dick.”

Instinctively, June took her mouth off him and licked up the underside of his cock, feeling wetness smear against her cheek.

“Suck my balls,” he pleaded.

Pushing his cock up against his stomach, June leaned down to take one of his balls into her mouth. It was soft and warm, and his back arched as she sucked.

“Feck. Feck!” he swore as his ass came off the bed. “Your mouth is like heaven! Come here.”

Confused, June let go of him as he pulled her up and away from his groin. He flipped them again, so she was beneath him.

“Wasn’t that . . . You didn’t like it?” she couldn’t help but ask.

“Not like it? Woman, I was two seconds away from coming all over my stomach,” he told her.

June couldn’t stop the small smile from forming on her face.

“Proud of yourself?” he asked.

She shrugged. “Yeah. For my first time . . . I wasn’t too bad, was I?”

“You’re perfect,” he breathed. “And I’m going to come in your mouth sooner or later. On your tits. All over your pussy. I want to cover you with my come, mark you so thoroughly you won’t ever be able to get me off your skin. But not tonight. Tonight, I need to be inside you. Fill you up. Mark you from the inside out.”

His words turned her on so much, June shifted under him and grabbed his biceps, digging her fingernails in. “Do it, Cal. Please. I need you.”

He rose above her, and June took him in greedily. Even in the dark, he was so damn perfect she could barely breathe, his very silhouette imposing. She couldn’t believe a man like him was interested in her. “Make me yours,” she whispered as she lay under him.

He paused for a moment, before letting out a groan and moving.

“Make me yours.”

Her words speared into his soul, and Cal could only stare down at her for a split second. She was everything he’d ever wanted in a woman. Curvy, soft, so incredibly passionate. When he’d eaten her out, she’d soaked his skin. And when she’d come on his face, it was the most satisfying and carnal thing he’d ever experienced . . . until she’d shyly reminded him that she’d never sucked a man’s cock before.

He was her first, and it was something he’d always treasure. It hadn’t lasted long enough. If she’d have put her mouth on him again after sucking his balls, he would’ve exploded immediately.

He didn’t think she was ready for that. And he hadn’t lied when he’d told her he wanted to be inside her when he came for the first time.

Cal could hardly believe how close he was to exploding. He’d thought experiencing this kind of pleasure was a thing of the past. After his captors had taken their knives to his dick, he wasn’t sure he’d ever be able to get it up or have a normal sex life again. And until he met June, he’d figured he’d been right.

But he was so hard right now, so ready to come, that it was all he could do to hold himself back.

He groaned deep in his throat and grasped the base of his cock as he used his knees to spread her legs farther apart. He stared down at her and wished for about the tenth time that he could see her pussy in the light. Of course, seeing her clearly meant she’d be able to see him too, which he wasn’t ready for.

He moved forward, and the second his cock head brushed against her pubic hair, another burst of precome shot from the tip.

“Feck,” he swore. He was two seconds from coming, and he hadn’t even made sure she was ready for him. Yes, she’d been so wet earlier, but that didn’t necessarily mean she could take him.

Keeping one hand on his dick, Cal reached between her folds and gently probed. Relief almost overwhelmed him. She was still incredibly wet. Dripping, in fact. He ran his thumb over her clit, and she jerked.

“Cal,” she protested. “Please!”

One of her hands gripped his thigh, and he grabbed the other with his free hand and brought it down to his cock. “You do it. Put me inside you, June. Put me where you want me.”

It took every ounce of his control not to blow when her soft hand wrapped around his dick, and she widened her legs even more. She notched him between her legs and whispered, “Come inside me, Cal.”

With a groan, he pierced her with one long, hard thrust.

Then he froze. Feck. He hadn’t meant to do that. He’d meant to go slow, give her time to adjust. But he just couldn’t wait a single moment.

To his relief, she made an adorable squeaking noise in her throat, threw her head back, and wrapped her legs around him. He could feel her heels digging into his ass.

“You good?” he couldn’t help but ask as he propped himself over her forearms on the mattress.

“Good. Perfect. Fantastic!” she told him. Her tits quivered as she panted under him. “You’re so big.”

He smiled. Those were words every man longed to hear from his woman.

And she was tight. Really tight. She clenched him with her inner muscles, and he saw stars. It was all he could do not to move.

Looking down, Cal could faintly see their pubic hair meshed together. It was erotic as hell, and he never wanted to leave this spot. He wanted to stay there, deep inside her, for the rest of his life. But his instincts took over, and his hips flexed, pulling back an inch before surging forward.

“Oh, yeah . . . Cal! That feels amazing. More!”

He set a slow and steady pace, determined to make this last as long as possible. His head spun, he felt dizzy, and the pleasure was nearly overwhelming. This woman was perfect. Made for him.

She smiled dreamily as he made love to her.

Their slow and easy pace lasted only a few minutes before her hips began thrusting to meet his every time he sank inside her.

“You want more?” he asked.

“Yes. Please!”

His June was so polite.

His next thrust was a little harder—testing the waters, so to speak—and when she moaned and dug her nails into his biceps, he smiled.

He pushed inside her again. And again. Harder, faster. Until the crack of their flesh smacking together echoed in the room. He could hear how wet she was by the sounds coming from between their legs. He could feel her juices on his balls. Every time he bottomed out inside her, they got more and more soaked from the wetness seeping out of her body.

His heart was beating so hard, he could feel it in his fingertips. Not wanting this to be over, Cal clutched June’s ass with one hand and rolled, putting her on top. She sat up, and they both groaned as the movement pushed him even deeper.

“Cal?” she panted.

“Your turn,” he said in a gruff voice. “Take me, June.”

“I . . . this is another one of those things I’ve never done,” she admitted.

Possessiveness swept through him. “You ever ridden a horse?” he asked with a grin.

“No.”

He couldn’t stop smiling now. “Right. Just move, princess. Rock, bounce . . . do whatever feels good. You’re in charge.”

“Yeah, right. I don’t think I’ve been in charge from the moment I met you,” she breathed.

Cal’s smile died as pleasure swamped his veins when June started to move. At first, she was a bit uncoordinated, and it took her a beat to get the hang of being on top, to find her pleasure. But when she did, she blew his mind.

She smiled at him as she braced her hands on his chest. He didn’t even register that she was touching his scars. All he could do was focus his gaze between their bodies and watch as his cock slid in and out, glistening with her juices in the dim light.

“Faster,” he begged.

She complied. Soon, her ass was slapping against his thighs as she rode him hard. Her tits bounced and jiggled as she moved, and Cal’s mouth watered with the need to feast on the healthy globes. He’d never been with a woman with such a large rack . . . not a natural one, that is. And there was a huge difference between fake tits and the bountiful, natural beauties his June had.

Cal was ready to come. Was right on the verge, but he wanted her to come first. On his cock. Wanted her to drench him with her essence. He reached for her hips and halted her movements.

“What’s wrong?”

“Stay right there,” he ordered. “Don’t move. I want to feel you come on my cock.”

“I’m not sure—oh!” she exclaimed as Cal moved a hand between her legs. With every brush of his fingers on her clit, he could feel where they were joined. She jolted against him and grabbed hold of his wrist with a death grip. “I don’t know . . . I can’t . . .”

“Am I hurting you?” he asked gruffly.

She shook her head.

Cal moved his fingers once more, but she didn’t release his wrist. It felt as if she was helping, as if she was stroking herself with his hand. “That’s it, princess, let it happen. Close your eyes, let it overtake you.”

She immediately did as he ordered, and another wave of possessiveness swamped Cal. He could feel her orgasm rising. Felt it in the way her muscles tensed around him, the way she gripped his cock deep within her body. If he thought her coming on his face was intimate, this was a thousand times more so.

“Cal! I’m . . . oh!”

Her muscles tightened around his dick so hard, Cal wasn’t sure he’d ever be able to pull out. Even as she was still coming, he rolled her onto her back and began to thrust like a man possessed.

Her mouth open in an O, June stared at him with glazed eyes as he fucked her hard.

All it took was a few more thrusts, and he was there. Cal buried himself deep inside her body and let loose. Pulse after pulse of come released inside her. It was almost painful, but he didn’t pull out. He wanted this. Needed this.

Finally forcing himself to move, he supported himself with an elbow beside her head, then moved his other hand between them. He was insatiable, needed to feel her coming again. It was a feeling he’d never get tired of. He roughly tweaked June’s clit, and she jerked as he forced another orgasm from her body.

She wailed and thrust her hips, biting down on his arm as she flew over the edge once more. Her muscles twitched around him, a little weaker this time, but he still reveled in her loss of control, in her extreme pleasure . . . with him.

Cal had never been with a woman without a condom, and he was so glad that he didn’t need to get up and deal with one. Instead, he stayed deep inside her body as his dick softened.

Propping himself up, making sure not to crush June, Cal felt caveman-like pride in the sweaty mess he’d made of her. Her face glistened, and strands of her hair were stuck to her forehead and cheeks. She was breathing hard and still had a death grip on him. Glancing at his arm, he realized he could still feel the teeth marks in his flesh, could faintly see them in the feeble light.

For the first time in his life, seeing a mark on his body that someone else had inflicted made him smile.

“You killed me,” she said wearily.

Cal chuckled, and the movement made his cock twitch deep inside her.

“That was amazing,” he said, leaning down and kissing her forehead. “Thank you.”

Her eyes opened. “It was good for you?”

“Good? Princess, if it was any better, I’d be dead.”

She smiled. “Yeah. Um . . . what was that one part about?”

“Which part?” he asked, still smiling. He had a feeling he knew what she was asking, but he wanted to make her say it.

“That . . . I was really sensitive, and I didn’t think I could . . . you know.”

“Did I hurt you? Did you hate it?”

“No. And no. I was just surprised. I’m usually a one-orgasm kind of girl.”

“Not anymore. I couldn’t help myself,” Cal admitted. “I loved feeling you come around me, and I wanted to feel it one more time.”

She eyed him shyly. “You could feel it?”

Cal started to nod—then he stilled. He had. He’d felt it. Even with his cock being as messed up as it was, he’d felt every squeeze, every contraction, the hot flood of her come. “Yeah,” he whispered. “I felt it all.”

“Good,” she said, the satisfaction easy to hear in her tone. “Then any time you want to feel that again, I’m giving you carte blanche to do what you need to do.”

Cal huffed out a laugh. He was gobsmacked. This woman slayed him. He wasn’t sure if she truly enjoyed the last orgasm, but she gave him permission to do it again regardless.

He lowered himself on top of her, resting his head next to her own on the pillow. “Am I crushing you?” he asked.

He stiffened for a moment when her hands began caressing his back, but he took a deep breath and forced himself to relax. “No. I love feeling you on top of me. Inside me.”

He wanted to tell her that was a good thing, because this was his new favorite place in the entire world, but he didn’t want to freak her out. “I’ll move in a bit. I just want to stay here for a while.”

“It’s fine,” she soothed.

He hadn’t realized how much he missed human touch until right at that moment. Having her skin on skin with him, from head to toe, felt like coming home. It made him feel fully human for the first time in years. He’d needed this. Needed her.

He fell asleep with the scent of sweet shampoo and sex in his nostrils. And he’d never slept better.