Page 69 of Chasing Callie

The concentration on her face. The way a soft line appeared between her eyebrows. It’s only spray paint, but Callie treated it with the same care she does when she paints on a canvas.

Jealousy rolls over me. What I wouldn’t fucking give to have that sort of response from her. That thought drives me forward. I take the can from her hand, my fingers brushing against hers, a spark igniting between us. She turns and looks at me in question. With a flick of my wrist, I send the can sailing over the edge, the clatter echoing as it hits the ground below.

“Jax,” she says with a gasp, playfully pushing my chest. “You’re so bad.”

I hold her wrist in place, devouring every inch of her perfect face. “You’re fucking gorgeous.”

The sun is setting, but I still catch the warmth coloring her cheeks pink. “Jax,” she murmurs.

“It’s true,” I lace a hand around her throat, pulling her close. “You think I’m bad?” I whisper, mouth brushing against hers. “You have no idea how bad I’m about to be.” My lips capture hers, hard and demanding. Her playful reprimand melts away as she softens against me. That gentle relenting fills my chest with pride.

Her lips are soft and plush and she tastes like heaven. I groan, grasping her ass and tugging her against my body, letting her feel how much I want her. How much I need her.

She gasps but I steal the sound for myself, kissing her until my lungs burn and I’m forced to break away. She bites her bottom lip as she stares up at me. The lust and pure fucking fire make my cock throb.

My eyebrow rises in challenge.

Her eyes shimmer with delight and her hand falls to my belt.

“Callie Mae, what are you doing?” I whisper even though I want this.

“Finishing what you started,” she murmurs, unbuckling my pants and flicking the button open.

“Mmm, and you said I’m bad,” I tease as she slides my zipper down.

“You are,” she says, staring up at me as she slips her hands into my boxers and wraps those delicate fingers around my length.

I hum. Fuck, even that feels good.

“You’re nuts, Jax,” she whispers. “But,” she continues as I look at her. “Maybe I am too.” She rises onto her toes and kisses me, pumping her hand up my shaft.

I groan into her mouth, and she smirks against my lips.

“I thought you were going to fuck me,” she whispers.

“No, baby.” I pull back and hold her gaze. “You’re going to fuck me.”

Her throat bobs, and I grab the hem of her shirt and pull it up. She lifts her arms and I tug it off, tossing it on the ground. The cool mountain air raises gooseflesh on her skin, making my dick twitch with anticipation. She shimmies out of her pants and I kick mine off, reaching up with one hand to tug off my shirt. Callie throws herself at me, fear of heights forgotten as desire overcomes her. She climbs up my body with a desperate urgency I match.

Holding the back of her thighs, I help her wrap herself around me. Her breasts press against my chest. Full, soft pillows with hardened peaks that scrape over my skin. I lower to my knees, the rough wood of the platform digging into my skin. I don’t give a shit. The wet paint smears against my ass as I sit, but the only thing that registers is the heat radiating from Callie’s body and how much it hurts not to be inside of her.

“Fuck, Callie, I need you.” I trail my lips down her throat, nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin as she settles into my lap.

My woman is slick and ready. She gasps as my length presses against her slit, and she grinds against me, arching her back and gasping. Fuck me, she’s soaking wet.

I hiss. Even that threatens to make me come, but I won’t until Callie falls apart around me with my name clawing its way out of that pretty throat.

She lifts up, and I position the head of my cock against her center. Her eyes, wide and dark with desire, lock with mine as she slowly starts to take me. Her walls are warm and rippled. Like a soft wave welcoming me in.

“Fuuuuuuck,” I moan as she sinks all the way down my length.

A soft moan escapes her lips as she circles her hips, adjusting to my size. Fuck, it feels good. So fucking good. I flex my fingers on her ass, dragging her wet cunt against my stomach, urging her to move. To grind, to fuck. To take.

She can have it all.

Everything.

“Ride me, Callie,” I growl, my voice thick with lust.