Dear Heart, I Hate You

“I can’t get enough of you, Jules,” he said between kisses, and I couldn’t agree more.

“Let’s get out of here,” I suggested as we practically sprinted to my car.

As I navigated the PCH, Cal’s hand didn’t stay settled in its usual spot on my thigh. No, it inched closer to my sweet spot, his fingers brushing against me lightly, causing sounds to escape from my throat without warning.

“You’re going to make me crash.”

I glanced at him before reaching for his pants, and feeling the bulge there, squeezed lightly. The hard feel of him made my thighs clench, and even though I’d just had him this morning, it suddenly seemed like way too long ago.

He moaned as I continued to stroke the length of him, his fingers pausing in their torture campaign on my body.

I couldn’t get home fast enough.

The stupid privacy gate wouldn’t open quickly enough.

And I couldn’t pull into my parking spot swiftly enough.

We raced each other up the stairs, one thing on our minds as I struggled to get the key in the slot.

“Jules,” Cal growled out, pressing his body against my back as I fumbled with the key.

“That isn’t helping,” I warned.

The key finally slid in and I pushed the door open as Cal pulled my purse from my shoulder and dropped it to the floor, the contents spilling out around our feet. I’d get it later. Right now, his mouth was hot on mine, our bodies connected as he walked me backward toward my room, bumping us into the walls along the way. Heat spread between us, my body feeling like it was on fire with every touch.

As if his patience had worn thin, Cal scooped me into his arms in the hallway, his mouth still attached to mine as he walked me through the doorway and deposited me onto my bed. He unbuttoned his shirt, and I stopped breathing for a moment to watch as his glorious chest was revealed.

“Get naked, Jules,” he demanded, his voice throaty.

I did as he asked, but he was distracting. I tried to take off my clothes without tearing my eyes from his body, but it was a challenge. When I removed the last article of clothing, I found Cal watching me with hungry eyes as he bit his bottom lip.

“Mine,” I said possessively as I reached for him, pulling him down on top of me.

Taking his bottom lip between my teeth, I nibbled and licked at it, loving how soft it was in contrast to the rest of his scruffy face. The feel of his bare stomach against mine caused my eyes to close for only a moment. When I reopened them, his hazel eyes were fixed on mine.

The look in his eyes combined with the feel of his skin on mine caused the zoo inside me to come to life. I wasn’t sure what animals were in there, but they sure as shit weren’t butterflies. Something much larger was wreaking havoc inside my chest. Probably a dinosaur. With large feet. Stomping around inside me like it owned the place.

The tip of Cal’s length pressed against me and I literally ached for him, my need growing to an almost ridiculous level. I raised my hips up as I bit at his lip again, sucking and licking, running my tongue across it. He pushed inside me, and a moan escaped as I exhaled quickly.

“You okay?” he asked.

“God, yes,” I answered, almost breathless as he attacked my mouth with his, our movements fueled by passion, by lust, by desire.

How could someone feel this good inside me? I’d liked sex in the past; it had always been fine. But that was just it—it had always been fine. It had never quite been like this.

Cal worked his hips, moving in and out of me as I bucked against him, the pressure building. I dug my fingers into his back, pulling him into me. Harder. Deeper. Faster. We came together, again and again and again, until I couldn’t hold on anymore.

“Let go, Jules,” Cal breathed against my ear, his back slick with sweat as he pressed a kiss to my cheek.

My neck arched back and I released a cry, my body convulsing as waves of pleasure moved through me. Cal mumbled something I couldn’t decipher before his body jerked repeatedly and he collapsed on top of me, our breathing erratic and shallow.

“Still epic?” he asked with a smile.

“Oh yeah.” I couldn’t even toy with him at this point; my body was spent in the best way possible.

“You might kill me this weekend, woman.”

“Not if you kill me first.”