Callum & Harper (Sleepless 1)
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I looked at him with tears in my eyes and sunk against the wall, falling to the floor.
“Let me call you back,” he said into his phone and ran over to me.
“Harper, what’s wrong?” He asked, almost frantic. “Let me get Callum.”
“No!” I practically yelled. “No, he’s the reason I’m crying.”
hed my face closer to hers, our mouths an inch apart, a repeat of that day in front of The Hope House. I couldn’t believe I was about to confess all. I closed my eyes and breathed in deeply through my nose in preparation but her delicious scent sent me reeling forward into her mouth, devouring every square millimeter of her lips.
I breathed out years of pent up frustration at having tasted her once but denying myself every day that we were married and she kissed me back. I consumed a passion from her I’d never known could exist. She threaded her fingers through my hair and I nearly whimpered at the feel of them, my eyes rolling to the back of my closed eyes. I clutched her waist tightly, inhaling her breaths as I practically swallowed her beautiful tongue. We traded control, back and forth, back and forth, kissing in undulating waves and she tasted incredible, like honeydew and strawberries. I couldn’t stop myself from licking her bottom lip to savor the flavor.
I lifted her by the back of her thighs and pushed her into the bit of wall near Charlie’s window and as we collided, our breaths rushed out in a huff. She wrapped her legs around my waist and purred with satisfaction, practically giggling. I broke free from the kiss, both of us panting from the exertion. I feverishly kissed below her jaw, her neck, and along her collarbone as she ran her nails along my shoulders, a moan barely escaped from her lips earning a light chuckle from me. She amused me. Oh, how she amused me.
“What’s so funny?” She wheezed, the back of her head resting against the wall, giving me better access to her neck, her eyes closed but her mouth smiling.
“You’re so amazing,” I whispered into her neck between kisses. I squeezed her hips between my thumbs and forefingers.
I kissed her mouth again, in disbelief. She smacked intensity. It made me want to bow in acquiescence, to bend prostrate before this woman, if she let me. I would worship the ground she walked on.
“Take me home,” she whispered without thinking.
“You are home, Harper,” I answered, running my hands up her sides, feeling her beautiful ribs, stopping just below her breasts.
She looked at me like she’d just woken, sleepy and confused. “You’re right.”
“I want to yell at everybody to leave,” I laughed into the crook of her neck.
“Why don’t you tell them we’re tired?” She said between soft, caressing kisses along my jaw line.
“I am feeling a bit sleepy myself,” I joked, squeezing her thighs and contradicting my words. She gasped lightly and, again, married her lips with mine.
I knew I would never get my fill of Harper, never.
“Callum?” We heard Sam calling through the apartment.
“Damn it!” I exclaimed, letting Harper down, really not wanting to let Harper down.
I kept her pinned to the wall as we tried to steady our labored breathing.
“We’re here!” I yelled in frustration, never taking my eyes from Harper.
I leaned about six inches from her but kept her restrained with my arms on either side of her face. All she could do was stare at me, breathless, making me want to attack her with everything I had. I kissed her softly on her cheek, making her shudder. I smiled in flirtation, a promise of things to come.
“I want you, Mrs. Tate,” I whispered in her ear.
“I want you more, husband,” she countered, making me shiver as well in ecstasy.
“There you are!” Sam said, poking her head through the window.
Obviously noticing the intimacy between us, Sam wedged through the window anyway and shook the dust of the brick from her hands.
“Whatcha’ doing?” She asked, awkwardly walking to the bench Harper had just sat at.
I never let Harper escape my arms. “Oh, just flirting with my wife,” I answered, never taking my eyes from my Harper. She bit her bottom lip and smiled.
I slowly released Harper and she stood straighter, breathing hard through her nose, her chest rising with each intake. I placed my hand on her chest, feeling her heartbeat, elated I was making it race at light speed.
Sam cleared her throat, reminding us she was there, breaking our trance. I grabbed Harper’s hand and led her to the bench opposite the one Sam was sitting in. Before Harper could sit, though, I yanked her into my lap, making her laugh. I couldn’t stop myself and gently nipped at the top of her shoulder. She yelped in response, making us both laugh.