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"You're…wow…" she murmured. "I had no idea your clothes were hiding this."
"I was going to say the same thing about you," he said with a sexy grin. He kicked off his jeans, taking his black briefs down at the same time.
She swallowed hard. "I've run out of adjectives."
"I don't need adjectives, babe. I need you. You took my breath away the first minute I saw you, before I knew your name."
"That can't be true," she said automatically, but she wanted to believe him. She wanted to linger in the admiration of his gaze.
"I told you I wouldn't lie to you, Callie. I meant it."
"I meant it, too." She opened her bra and let it slip over her shoulders.
And then his hands were on her breasts, his thumbs sliding across her nipples, sending jolts of desire down her body. He kissed her again, his tongue sliding deep into her mouth as his fingers teased her nipples into hard, needy points. And then he moved his mouth across her cheek, his tongue swirling around the curve of her ear, making her shiver once more.
He licked a path of heat down the side of her neck, taking a tremendously long time to get to where she wanted him to go. Finally, his mouth settled on her breast, and she ran her hands through his thick blond hair, feeling a little weak from the overwhelming rush of desire. "I feel like I could fall," she said.
He lifted his head, meeting her gaze. "I'll catch you."
She believed him in a way she'd never believed anyone else. After her father had died, there had never been anyone to catch her. She'd always had to be in control.
"You can let go," he said, his gaze meeting hers. "You can hang on to me."
"I want you to let go, too."
"Oh, trust me, that won't be a problem." His hands slid to her panties, sliding them down her legs, his fingers slipping into her heat, making her mindless with pleasure.
They moved onto the bed together, and as he covered her body with his, she sighed with happy joy as they came together—skin-to-skin, mouth-to-mouth—her legs wrapping around his, his hardness pressing against her softness. They rolled around in the tangled covers, touching, tasting, teasing, tormenting until the intense heat sent her flying in exactly the way she'd wanted.
And Flynn caught her, just like he'd promised, his arms wrapping around her as they floated back down to earth.
Chapter Twenty-One
They made love twice,grabbed a late-night snack around midnight, and then Flynn held Callie in his arms as she slept, as the moon moved low in the sky and slivers of early morning sunlight filled the bedroom. He'd drifted off for a bit himself, but now he found himself wanting her again.
Her body fit perfectly with his. Even now, he could feel their hearts beating in sync. He felt connected to her in every possible way. It was unlike anything he'd ever experienced. It wasn't just sex…it was more. He didn't want to sleep, because he didn't want to miss a second of this, and he felt almost desperate to make the night last as long as possible, to keep the sun from coming up.
He didn't know what today would bring, but he wasn't ready to find out. He wanted to stay in this bed forever, spend as much time as he could getting to know Callie, learning every ticklish spot, every touch that made her sigh. He liked the catch in her breath when he kissed her breasts, the way she said his name when she was mindless with desire, as if only he could make her feel the way she did.
It wasn't one-sided, either. Callie had unlocked something inside him, something he'd put away a very long time ago. It was probably after Olivia died. The pain of losing her coming so closely after his father's betrayal had been too much for him to shoulder. He'd put up a wall and he had never let anyone get past that wall. Until now…
Callie had found her way into his heart without him even realizing it. The off-the-charts chemistry and sex was amazing, but it was the emotional connection that was surprising and, if he was honest, a little terrifying.
Callie shifted in his arms, giving a sleepy smile. "Are you awake? What time is it?"
"Almost seven."
"Too early to get up," she said, snuggling in closer to him, her arm moving around his waist. "I like this, Flynn."
"So do I."
"Last night was pretty spectacular."
"That's a good way to describe it."
"What are you thinking about?" she asked, giving him a thoughtful look.
"Not much."