Black Obsidian (Obsidian 1)

“It wasn’t easy.”

“I’m surprised you didn’t do it.”

He leaned back into the wooden chair, his wide shoulders looking menacing. “I made a promise to you, and I always keep my word. I want you to trust me, and I know I need to earn it. Hopefully, you’re beginning to.”

I was beyond beginning to. “I think you’re a great guy, Calloway. Honestly, I’m not sure what you see in me. You can have the most beautiful woman in this city at the snap of a finger.”

His gaze darkened. “I already do.”

Instantly, my heart tightened in my chest, and the butterflies soared all over again. “That’s sweet…”

“I mean it.” It wasn’t a cheesy line, and I knew he didn’t mean it that way. He was a natural with words, saying the most beautiful things and making them absolutely sexy. Having a rugged and compassionate man like him chase me was a dream come true. I still didn’t understand what I did to deserve it. “Want any dessert?”

My hand moved across my belly under the table. “No, thanks. I’m pretty full.”

His eyes narrowed. “Not that kind of dessert.”

I went down on him, taking his big cock deep into my throat. It was so thick and long it made tears pour out of my eyes. Even though my jaw nearly snapped trying to accommodate him, I loved every second of it.

He threw me back on his sheets then separated my thighs. His mouth trailed up my body to the valley between my breasts. He cherished the area with delicate kisses before he sucked each of my nipples into his mouth. Sometimes, he did it so hard I winced. But inexplicably, the pain felt incredible.

His mouth moved to my neck, slowly making its way up to my earlobe. He nibbled on the soft flesh before his tongue darted into my canal. His heavy breathing fell on my ear before he spoke. “I can’t wait to fuck you, sweetheart.”

My hands groped his biceps, feeling the power and strength underneath his skin. He was the definition of the ideal man, tall, rugged, muscular, and authoritative. I’d been searching for a man like this my entire life and assumed he didn’t exist.

He held his face above mine and kissed me hard on the mouth. Our tongues danced together in desperation, wanting more of each other because we simply couldn’t get enough. He went down on me and did a remarkable job making me come. I did the same to him, but we both needed more.

“I can’t wait for you to be inside me either.” It would be a tight fit, but I was sure he would make me wet enough that it wouldn’t be a problem.

His eyes darkened in their typical way, clearly pleased by what I just confessed. “Are you on the pill?”

“No.”

“Then you need to start. I’m not wearing a condom.” He bossed me around like I was his employee, but when we were fooling around, I didn’t mind it. In fact, I liked it. Sometimes, he grabbed me harshly, pinning my wrists above my head or yanking me into his side when another man came too close. They were all things I would normally despise. But with him, he could do no wrong.

“Okay.”

Pleased by my lack of argument, he kissed me again. “You give amazing head, by the way.”

“You do too.” I could only assume he’d had years of practice.

“Your pussy is so sweet that I can’t get enough.” He sucked my bottom lip into his mouth. “Tastes like watermelon.”

I wrapped my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist. His cock was hard against me even though he just came in my mouth less than ten minutes ago. Our sexual relationship was scorching hot, and I’d felt myself get burned a few times. “Maybe we should forget about the four weeks…” Two weeks was long enough. I didn’t think I would rush into something so serious, but I didn’t think I would meet someone like Calloway. I wanted to give him everything—every piece of me.

He growled against my mouth. “As appetizing as that sounds, we have to wait.”

“Even if I beg?” I ran my hands up his chest and over the grooves of his abs.

He growled again. “Don’t test me, sweetheart.” He rolled off my body and lay beside me on his massive bed. The sheets were soft as rose petals, and the mattress was way more comfortable than the rock-hard bed in my apartment. If I fell asleep, I would never wake up. His house was so quiet. The traffic outside didn’t permeate through his thick windows, and the blinding rays off nearby streetlights didn’t flood into the bedroom. It constantly smelled like him—mint mixed with masculinity. It was starting to become my favorite place in the world.

He pulled me into his side and placed my leg around his waist, pulling us close together. His cock was still hard, but it always seemed that way. He placed one arm in the crook of my neck and the other around my waist.