Page 98 of Chasing the Sun

Her fingers fisted in my hair, tugging just enough to send fire down my spine. “I’ve waited long enough, Callum.”

Christ.

I lifted her, wrapped her legs around my waist, and carried her to the bed, laying her down against the soft sheets.

I hovered above her, drinking her in. Elodie’s skin was warm beneath my hands, her breath uneven, her pupils blown wide with something that echoed in my own chest.

I trailed my fingers down her side, savoring the smooth skin and the delicate curve of her ribs. She lifted her arms to stretch, her breath hitching as my fingers explored. My hands skimmed lower, brushing over lace, a barrier I had no patience for.

My fingers slid beneath the band of her bra, unhooking it in one smooth motion. The straps slipped from her shoulders, and I caught my breath at the sight of her—bare, flushed, and perfect.

“Elodie,” I murmured, reverence thick in my voice.

She reached for me, fingers skating over my chest, the ridges of my stomach, making my restraint damn near impossible. I pushed up onto my knees, watching her as I made quick work of her jeans, dragging them down her legs, along with those tiny socks she always wore around the farm. She shivered as the cool air kissed her skin, but I was already warming her, my hands gliding back up, slow and deliberate, teasing.

“Look at you,” I muttered, my gaze sweeping over her.

Her lips parted, her body arching into my touch, a silent plea. I was more than happy to answer it.

I stood just long enough to shed my own jeans, my boxer briefs, every last barrier between us. Her eyes followed the movement, dark and hungry, a flush spreading across her neck.

I climbed back over her, caging her in with my arms. “Like what you see, Darling?”

She didn’t answer with words—just a slow, sinfully satisfied smile as her fingers slid over my stomach, down, wrapping around my cock in a way that had my body locking tight.

Fuck.

I gritted my teeth, leaning in, brushing my lips over hers.

“Careful,” I warned, my voice rough. “Or this is going to be over before it even starts.”

Her laughter was soft, breathless, but it cut off into a sharp inhale as I rolled my hips, pressing against her heat, teasing the edge of something inevitable. My fingers found her pussy, wet and waiting for me. I tested and teased, gliding through her before circling her clit. By the time I slid in one finger, then two, she was gasping and arching into my hand. I watched as my tattooed fingers disappeared inside her. My thumb applied pressure to her clit as my fingers pumped in and out, drawing her orgasm out of its cocoon.

Her fingers curled around my biceps, nails pressing into my skin as she arched, inviting me in. I didn’t rush—not yet. I wanted to savor this. The way her body moved, the way her lips parted on a sharp inhale as I adjusted. My cock teased her entrance, tracing and savoring her softness with languid strokes.

Slowly, I pressed into her, inch by inch. She stretched around me, and her breath shuddered against my neck.

Her hands slid up my arms, over my shoulders, tangling in my hair as she gasped. And then,finally, I sank deeper until I was fully seated, and nothing else in the world existed.

Heat met heat, bare skin on bare skin. Her hands mapped my back like she needed to memorize every inch, her touch confident and claiming.

She gasped again as I rolled my hips, letting her feel exactly how much I wanted her.

“Cal—”

“I’ve got you,” I rasped, trailing my lips down her body, tasting her, teasing her, driving her to the edge beforepulling her back just to do it again. I wanted her shaking, gasping, coming apart beneath me.

Heat pooled low in my spine as her pretty little cunt clenched around me, tight and perfect, like she was made for me—like she had been waiting for this as long as I had.

I pulled back, just enough to watch her. Her eyes were dark, her lips swollen, her chest rising and falling in uneven breaths.

“You okay?” I was barely holding on, my control fraying at the edges.

She nodded, breathless, her fingers tightening against my skin. “More.”

I let out a low curse, pressing my forehead against hers as I pulled out just to sink back in, slow and steady. A drawn-out, torturous rhythm that had her moaning, her body rolling up into mine, desperate for more.

“You feel so good,” I murmured, my lips brushing her cheek, her jaw. “So fucking perfect.”