I wriggle on the chair. “What are you doing?”
I mean, I know what he is doing. But he’s supposed to be...
“Taking what I want.” His tongue plummets through my soaked center.
I tremble on the cool wooden surface.
Wrists bound, I arch on the chair. His hand presses down on my belly, holding me where he wants me. His tongue darts inside me and I can’t breathe.
A low, raw growl vibrates over my entrance when he sweeps his perfect damn tongue over me.
“This is what I want, baby girl. You writhing on the fucking chair.”
He bites down then sucks hard. It’s too much, and I feel too empty.
“Hands,” I rasp.
He stops, lifting his head with one brow raised. “Is that a trait of a book girlfriend, asking for what she wants?”
His finger flicks my clit.
“Of course . . . I-it is,” I splutter.
Another flick over the too-sensitive bud, and I jerk on the chair.
“Noted.” He dips his head, returning his mouth to my center. This time, two fingers sink inside me.
God, and the need to touch him, to wrap myself around his warm, muscular body is driving me insane.
Fingers curling forward, he pumps them, suckling and nipping my throbbing apex. Whimpers and mewls fall from my lips like a damn background instrumental song, ratcheting up in tone and intensity as he works my body, sending it high and higher.
With one long, blissful suckle, he sends me toppling over that edge.
“Oh! Go—Callum . . .”
I convulse around his fingers, pussy grinding over his bearded face. He growls and the orgasm splinters me into two, doubling down. Another bite and suckle, and I can’t help the cry echoing through the lighthouse.
As the bliss fades and I drop my attention to the man between my legs, my breath hitches.
Dark blue eyes look up at me. Something like satisfaction beams through them. Dropping my gaze further, I find the tented strain at the front of his jeans.
What I wouldn’t do to tiehimdown now.
Cal pushes to his feet, dotting a kiss to my lips, then my forehead. “Get cleaned up. I have something for you.”
“But—what?”
He nods toward the front door. “It’s outside, come on.”
“You were supposed to take what you wanted.”
He smiles at me, adjusting himself in his jeans as my gaze glues to that one spot. He leans down and nuzzles my neck. “I just did.”
Releasing the rope from my wrists, he walks from the house.
I sit on the chair, naked, swollen, and intoxicated. Every inch of my body thrums. His name morphed into the wordgod. I’m never going to live it down. Doubt he’ll ever let me forget that little moment.
Regaining my composure, I grab up my clothes and head upstairs. Wearing a fresh outfit, I pull my hair into a ponytail and push my glasses up my nose. Grabbing my hat on the way out, I find Cal waiting by the greenhouse.
