His arm wraps around me, his hand cupping my breast.
He groans softly. "I need to stop or I won’t be able to. I’m obsessed with your body, Lilac. I don’t think you understand just how perfect you are."
His hand slides down to my hip, then back up, kneading my breast again.
"I like when you touch me," I whisper. "And I can’t say that about anyone else."
Callum flips me onto my back without warning and latches onto my nipple, sucking hard. His other hand plays with the other breast, his fingers rolling my nipple.
"I could do this all day," he mumbles against my skin. "There isn’t a time I see you, no matter where we are, that I don’t imagine tugging your top down and sucking on you just like this."
My hand slips into his damp hair, my other brushing down the smooth plane of his back.
He stiffens when my fingers skim the scars there.
"You’re beautiful too, Callum," I whisper. "You don’t have to tell me anything. I’d never push you."
Callum relaxes under my touch.
Then he returns his attention to my breasts, kissing and sucking like it’s the only thing he ever wants to do in his life.
"I’m going to do this all night even if you fall asleep," he murmurs.
I smile, legs parting when he nudges my thighs, indicating he wants them open. He lies partially on top of me, his abdomen presses against my bare pussy and the sensation is wonderful. I shiver when his tongue begins teasing my nipple again.
"Mmm," I whisper as my eyes flutter shut. "It feels good."
And I fall asleep with my brother’s best friend, the only boy I’ve ever wanted, sucking on my nipples, and running his finger through my hair like he never wants to stop.
CALLUM
Iwake up with my face pressed to Lilac’s chest, her heartbeat thudding softly beneath my ear.
Fuck. I don’t think I’ve ever felt this calm in my entire life.
The room is quiet except for the faint hum of the fan over the bed that I keep on year round just for the noise and the soft breath passing through Lilac’s lips. Her skin is warm under my cheek, her nipple still pebbled from the cold air, or maybe from my mouth last night. My scars are out in the open, nothing covering me. But I’m not thinking about that. I’m thinking about how soft she is. How perfectly she fits beneath me.
I press a kiss to her breast, then another, and when she doesn’t stir, I gently suck her nipple into my mouth, careful not to wake her. I could do this forever. Just taste her like this. Feel her body move gently with each breath. Like she’s mine.
Because she’s always been mine.
I let my fingers trace shapes over her ribs. Lazy circles. Ghosts of flowers and hearts, our initials. I could map her like this forever. My lips graze her collarbone, and I breathe her in. Something about being able to do this with her makes my chest ache.
She stirs eventually, stretching, and her fingers slide lazily through my hair.
“Good morning, future wife,” I murmur against her chest, a grin tugging at my lips.
She laughs, and she sounds so sleepy. “You’re really committing to the bit, aren’t you?” she asks me.
I lift my head to glower at her, playful but firm. I point at her when I say, "This isn’t a bit."
She blinks, still waking up, but then her eyes fall to my left hand. She grabs it, her smaller fingers curling around mine.
“You’re wearing an engagement ring too?” she asks, a hint of surprise in her voice. But there’s a smile playing on her lips, and I know she likes it.
She turns my hand over, tracing the band with the tip of her finger. "You really thought of everything, didn’t you?"
“Damn right,” I say. “I want everyone who sees me to know I’m yours, and more importantly that you’re mine.”
