Her hair tickles my fingers when I tuck it behind her ear and offer the one thing I’ve never given before. “Then you have me.”
Falling to my knees before her, I lower her jeans to the floor, then slowly, tenderly lower her panties.
“You’re staring,” she says.
“I like what I see.”
Callie scoffs, followed by a playful, “Shut up.”
She’s nibbling her lip when I look up at her, and I smirk before kissing her where she’s already aching for me.
The rest of our clothes come off next, and the fire in her gaze when I’m bared to her is straight-upfuck mefuel. But this woman deserves more than a quick fuck, and I want to embrace the intimacy of the moment a little longer.
We lie down together, and my heart aches at the trust shining back at me. I capture her lips with mine, I touch her face with trembling hands, and inhale the very air she breathes like I’m memorizing what she feels like—whathopefeels like.
“You said I was brave tonight, but I was terrified. If you hadn’t shown up when you did, I don’t know if I could’ve pulled the trigger.”
She says this as if she wasn’t the one prepared to take a bullet for Leo before I even got there, and it only deepens the ache I feel for her.
“Callie…” I explore the soft plane of her abdomen with my hand, and like the confident woman she is, she spreads her thighs, opening for me. I take the invitation, slipping inside her tender, wet heat with one finger, then another. “You were brave. And you want to know what else? I believe you didn’t need me to protect you, but I’m vowing to, anyway. Right now. No matter what.”
Her chest rises and falls as I move inside her, soft sighs slipping past her lips, and I brace on my elbow, needing a better view of her as she starts to unravel.
“Do you believe me?”
“Yes.” Her eyes squeeze shut in pleasure. When I quicken the pace, she moans, “Yes.”
Her pussy clenches, and we groan together. Her thighs pin my arm in place, and my dick throbs as she responds with more vigor, more eagerness to come for me. Just for me.
“Jaxon.”
“Yes, baby?”
Head thrashing, she says, “I’m close.”
I add pressure to her clit with my thumb, testing which side makes her hips thrust a little harder and her eyes roll back.
“Squeeze me, Callie.” Her name is a gift each time I murmur it. “Take what you need.”
“Ohmygod,” she pants.
I lean into every tug and pull. She can’t decide if she wants to cling to my arm or bite it, and her struggle makes me smile. “Come on, baby, you can do it.”
A blush blooms across her skin as she concentrates, and I nuzzle one breast before sucking her nipple between my lips. I flick it with my tongue, in time with my fingers, and she nearly loses it.
Frustrated, she sinks her teeth into my skin, and her bite draws a sound from deep in my throat. “God, yes, Callie. Fucking eat me alive.”
I kiss my way up her shoulder to her neck, nipping her once before biting her back. A guttural sound escapes her when I lick the tender mark.
“Oh,” she whines, arching her back for me. “Oh no.”
“What’s wrong?”
“I think…” She swallows before bearing down on my hand, hard. “I think cannibalism does it for me.”
I’m smiling at this silly, surprising woman when she shatters around my fingers. She’s spasming through her orgasm so beautifully, I’ve no choice but to watch in awe.
“Fucking perfect,” I say, kissing her damp skin. “Absolutely. Fucking. Perfect.”
