“Can I come in?” She raised a small medical box.
Wes almost grinned. How could she always find first-aid kits?
“Please.” He waved her inside and placed a hand on the couch beside him. Her eyes flicked to the spot and a delicate blush bloomed on her cheeks. His breath caught as he panicked, thinking she’d deny the little command he’d issued. She’d become so perfectly submissive in bed, freeing herself with him, but he hadn’t pushed her.
When she took that first step toward him, he exhaled in relief. Closing the study doors, she joined him on the couch and then unclasped the latch on the first-aid kit. A little grin suddenly curved her lips.
“What?” he asked, smiling back at her. It was so easy to smile around her.
Callie raised her head and she smiled even brighter. “It’s like when we first met. You and Fenn were knocking each other’s lights out and I had to patch you up.”
Wes laughed, holding her gaze. “Only this time, we fought over you, not my sister.”
“You were fighting over me?” The genuine surprise on her face was irritating.
“Callie, you are worth fighting for.” If only she’d understand he meant more than a bout of fisticuffs.
“You have to stop saying things like that,” she murmured as she raised an antiseptic cloth to his bleeding lip.
It stung like a lash of a whip to skin. He knew that particular sensation only too well because he’d had to spend a year learning how to operate a whip before the other doms had deemed him safe to use it on a sub. There had been plenty of mishaps and the pain he’d given himself was a sharp reminder that a dom must know his instruments in and out before he could use them on a sub.
“Don’t be such a baby,” she chastised and reached for his knuckles, which were covered in scrapes and red marks that would likely turn purple in a few hours.
“Me? A baby? Why you little—” He stole the first-aid kit from her lap and dropped it to the ground and then tackled her back on the soft leather couch, pinning her wrists on either side of her head. Her wheat-gold hair gleamed in tantalizing waves around her face.
“I missed you last night,” she whispered, a shy glimmer in her eyes as she ducked her head, seeming too embarrassed to admit this and face him at the same time.
Her comment pleased him. She missed him. There had been plenty of women in his life who had uttered such words, but none had meant them, none but Callie. Deception and mind games were not in her nature, and he loved that about her. As much as he liked games, he preferred them in bed. Being with Callie, however, was freeing. He could be himself, a person he’d spent so many years trying to protect from his parents and others who would try to use him.
“I’m sorry, darling. I had something important to work on. Tonight I promise I’ll come to bed.” He grinned and dipped his head and stole a kiss. Despite his best intentions to keep it brief, Callie melted beneath him, raising her hips and using her knees to grip his waist and draw him down on top of her. He groaned against her lips, bucking his pelvis on instinct, needing to be inside her, but clothes were in the way.
“Hang on,” he growled and leaped up from the couch and hastily stalked over to the study door to lock it before returning to the couch.
He lifted her up and sat back down on the couch, her body straddling his. With a swift rip, he tore open her flannel button-up shirt, baring her bra-clad breasts. She jolted when he tugged the cups down and sealed one mouth over her nipple and sucked on the tip. Callie threaded her hands through his hair and tugged on the strands, the slight edge of pain on his scalp raising his explosive lust that much more. As he continued to play with her breasts, his hands unbuttoned her jeans, but he knew he’d have to rearrange them if he wanted to get inside her.
“Damn, Callie. I’m sorry, I can’t wait.” His need was too strong.
He shifted her off his lap, pushed her stomach first against the back cushion of the couch, then unzipped his trousers and freed his erection. When he braced his knees on either side of her from behind, she dropped her head forward onto her folded arms. Wes didn’t wait. He yanked her jeans down past her thighs and ripped her cotton panties clean off her body. A quick brush of his fingers between her slit came back wet. She was ready for him. More than ready. He reached around, holding her still by the waist while his other hand guided his shaft to her entrance. When he thrust deep and hard, she hissed and threw her head back.
“Wes!” she said and whimpered, but the way she shoved her hips back told him it was from pleasure not pain.
“Fuck, that’s good,” he growled against her neck as he gave into his need to possess her.
Have to mark her, show her and the world she’s mine. Only mine. He sank his teeth into the back of her neck in a gentle but firm love bite, leaving a mark on her skin as he sucked on the tender flesh. Soon he would put a collar on her neck, a permanent mark of his ownership, a chain to bind her to him. What a surprise it would be! He would have laughed but the little sounds of pleasure she was making drove him over the edge and he pinned her to the couch and fucked her hard until she came screaming. He only had a second to clamp a hand over her mouth to muffle the delicious noise of her pleasure before his body went rigid, his balls drawing tight as he shot deep inside her. The world blew out around him, his vision almost blacking out as he shouted and then relaxed, his chest pressing against her back.
“Holy hell,” Callie said and breathed out after he’d removed his hand. She dropped her chin onto the top of the couch, and he could see her face in profile as she tried to catch her breath. A kittenish smile, drowsy, sexy, and adorable, curved her lips and he twitched inside her. Her inner muscles clamped around it in response and little waves of aftershocks rippled through her and into him.
“Hell? More like heaven,” Wes corrected as he curled his arms around her, embracing her from behind, and rolled his hips, coaxing a little moan and a husky laugh from her.
“You’re gonna kill me if you keep this up.” Her sensual tone said she wouldn’t mind dying that way and he swelled with pride.
There had never been such a strong sense of pleasure with any other woman before. When he was with Callie, it was like his past encounters were shades, mere flickering shadows or echoes of this wild, explosive, all-consuming need to be with Callie and no other. What he couldn’t understand was why? Why her? Not that he was complaining, but he always knew his own motives, and this obsession with Callie was puzzling. Wanting her was dangerous on more than one front.
Her emotions, so easily turned to love, could deepen and he’d run the risk of hurting her when this affair ended. Not that he wanted it to end, but all things ended at some point, didn’t they? Lust didn’t last forever. His parents’ desire for each other hadn’t. That dark thought brought him up short. His parents had been passionate with each other, but things had turned south quickly. How did that old poem go? Nothing gold can stay?
He hugged Callie tight for a moment longer, hating the fact that someday they’d go their separate ways and some other man would touch her, kiss her, take her to all the places he wouldn’t get the chance to.
“Come on,” he urged gently as he withdrew from her. He pulled a handkerchief from his trousers and cleaned them up before they straightened their clothes.
“You destroyed my underwear?” The ripped cotton panties dangled from one of her elegant fingertips and a mocking scowl twitched into a quick smile.
“A hazard of being sexy, darling. None of your panties are safe.” He raised his hands into a mock monster pose as though he had claws and he gnashed his teeth together in an audible bite.
Callie burst out laughing, just as he desired. He didn’t know where the urge to be silly came from, but she brought out a soft, funny side to him he hadn’t thought he possessed. She stuffed the ripped underwear into her jeans pocket and then threw her arms around his neck, covering his cheek with little kisses. He gripped her waist, surprised and delighted at the display of affection from her. Normally he wasn’t interested in the small, tender touches or kisses after sex, but something about Callie made her irresistible. He couldn’t get enough.