Page 224 of Securing the Pucking Rebound

I swear, if he were to slip a finger under the lace and just graze my clit, I’d be done for.

But he doesn’t get the chance because the elevator dings, announcing our arrival before the doors slide open.

Calvin marches down the hallway.

“Keys. I need keys,” he demands impatiently as we approach my door.

I dig around in my purse, fumbling before handing them over.

In seconds, we’re inside, the door is slamming closed behind us, and Calvin is striding through my apartment with only one destination in mind.

No sooner are we in my bedroom than he leans forward and places me back on my feet.

I sway a little as all the blood that’s rushed to my head descends again, but before I get a chance to regain my equilibrium, his hands are cupping my face, and his lips are on mine.

His kiss is filthy and desperate, and I’m here for every single second of it.

“Obsessed with you,” he tells me when he drags his lips from mine, kissing along my jaw and down my throat. “I’ll never get enough. Never.”

“I need you. Please. I need⁠—”

“Shush, darlin’. Trust me, I know what you need.”

I whimper as he pulls back, his hands leaving my body.

A shiver runs through me, suddenly cold without his touch.

His eyes hold mine for a beat before dropping lower. His gaze has fire licking at my skin.

I squirm on my heels as he takes me in, my nipples still hard as bullets against the fabric of my dress.

“You look devastating tonight,” he tells me, his voice thick with desire.

“Calvin,” I whisper.

As much as his appreciation turns me on, I need more. So much freaking more.

I lift my hands, ready to shove the straps of my dress from my shoulders in the hope of moving things along, but before I even touch the fabric, his fingers are circling my wrists, stopping me.

“I undress you,” he tells me, the roughness of his voice sending a shiver down my spine.

He lets my arms fall to my sides before he ducks low and kisses down my neck and across my shoulder. When his lips connect with the strap of my dress, his hands lift, his fingers tucking under the fabric, ready to pull them down.

My chest heaves faster as my breathing becomes increasingly erratic.

“Been thinking about doing this since the moment you sent me that photo earlier. Such a little tease.”

I can’t help but smirk. I knew I was playing with fire when I sent that earlier.

“This dress is hot as fuck, but I already know I’m going to like what’s hiding beneath it even more.”

Slowly, he peels the fabric over my shoulders before letting go and watching as my dress slides over my body before pooling at my feet.

Calvin groans, his hand rubbing over his mouth as his eyes take me in.

The urge to cover up is huge, but I fight it and force myself to stand confidently before him in only my tiny G-string and heels.

I trust him. I trust him more than I have anyone in my life.