Her hands ghost along my skin to bring her fingers to my hair. As they tangle there, she whispers, “That was amazing.”
I drop a kiss on her lips and say, “You’re amazing.”
Silence surrounds us for the next few minutes while we simply watch each other. I commit her face to memory—every freckle, every line, every contour.
Finally, I loosen my hold on her and pull out. Pushing up off the bed, I say, “Don’t move. I’ll be back.”
I head into the bathroom to dispose of the condom. When I return, her eyes are closed. I slow my movements so I can take the time to appreciate her beauty. Our future stretches ahead of us. We have years to explore each other’s body, thoughts, feelings, hopes, dreams, faults and everything else that makes us who we each are. I realise that I’m an impatient bastard when it comes to Callie.
I want all of her now.
I want to know it all right now.
I don’t want to take my time anymore.
Her eyes blink open, and she hits me with a lazy smile. Beckoning me, she says, “Come here.”
When she has me next to her, on my side, she rolls and drapes a leg over my hip. Her hand traces p
atterns along the dip of my waist. “You are sexy as hell, Luke Hardy.”
“Not as sexy as you. Especially when you’ve got that black shit on your face and cling wrap in your hair.”
She pokes her tongue at me. “I might start wearing that black shit every day if you think it’s that sexy.”
I smirk. “Knock yourself out. I’m man enough to take one for the team every day and remove it.”
She wiggles so that her body is hard up against mine. Fuck, I could get used to this.
“What time do you have to go?” she asks softly, clearly not ready for me to leave anytime soon.
I smile and rub my thumb over her cheek. After I press a kiss to her lips, I say, “I don’t have to leave tonight if you don’t want me to.”
Her eyes widen a little. “What about Sean?”
“Paris,” I murmur as I move my mouth to her neck and begin getting lost there again.
The last thing I hear her say before I’m completely lost to her is, “I fucking love Paris.”
20
Callie
“So, you owe me for last night,” Avery says as she paints my toes.
“Because?”
“Well, how do you think Luke managed to leave work early to come over?”
“I had wondered that but forgot to ask him. Shall I pay you in Chupa Chups?”
She finishes with my toes and looks at me from across the couch. We’ve been sitting here for the last few hours discussing everything from her family to Luke to world news. I can’t remember the last time the two of us had a Saturday night girls' night.
“I got lucky the day I found you, babe.”
I grin, ignoring her sarcasm. “You really did.”
“So, when are you seeing Luke next?”