Page 49 of Just One: Box Set

Chapter Twelve

A s soon as they arrived back at the station, Andre wasted no time.

He changed clothes as if racing against a clock, his mind entirely focused on Calli waiting for him in his truck.

The ride to his house passed in a tense silence, both of them simmering with unspoken desire.

The moment he parked, Andre was out of the truck, rushing around to her side.

Slipping his hands beneath her, he lifted her effortlessly from the seat, cradling her against his solid chest. Taking the steps to his front door two at a time, he balanced her with ease, getting the door open in one swift motion.

"Fuck, you're so beautiful," he growled, his voice low and thick with hunger. His mouth found hers in an instant, their kiss searing with heat as he stumbled toward the sofa, dropping down with her still in his arms.

Calli shifted on his lap, straddling him, her hips pressing against the growing hardness between them. "Damn, Calli. We shouldn’t do this—you were just in a car accident," Andre rasped, trying to maintain some semblance of control.

“Please,” she breathed against his lips, her hips rolling against him, sending shivers down his spine. “I’m fine, but I won’t be if you stop.”

His resolve crumbled at her plea. “What do you want, sweet Calli?”

"Touch me," she whispered, her lips trailing kisses along his jaw, her need undeniable.

Andre’s hands slid down her back, his fingers tracing the curve of her spine before pushing her shirt up.

The moment she raised her arms, he tugged it off, his eyes darkening as he took her in.

“Beautiful,” he murmured, pressing kisses along the smooth skin of her chest. The sight of her breasts, barely covered by sheer black lace, stirred something primal inside him.

With a quick flick, he unhooked her bra, and it slid from her shoulders.

Her nipples hardened in the cool air, making him groan in satisfaction.

He leaned forward, taking one into his mouth, his tongue swirling as he sucked. “Andre,” she whimpered, her body arching against him, seeking more. Her hips rocked against his lap, the friction sending shockwaves through her. “I need more,” she moaned, her desperation growing.

Without another word, Andre stood, lifting her effortlessly as her legs tightened around his waist. He moved quickly, ascending the stairs two at a time, his focus solely on her.

The second they reached the bedroom, he laid her on the bed, tearing his shirt off and tossing it aside.

Calli’s breath hitched at the sight of his muscular chest, her eyes hungry.

“Like what you see?” he asked with a teasing grin.

“Very much,” she replied, her lips curving into a smile as her gaze roamed over him.

“Let’s even the score,” Andre said, his voice rough with desire as he undid her pants, tugging them down her legs. “Fuck,” he growled, his eyes darkening when she lay before him, clad in only a lacy pair of panties. “Calli…”

He leaned down, kissing her belly, making her squirm beneath him. “If you want this to stop at any point, just say the word. You’re in control, baby.”

“Don’t stop, Andre—please. I’m on fire for you.”

His fingers trailed over her skin as he knelt between her legs. He hooked his thumbs into the edge of her panties, tearing them off with a rough pull. His eyes never left hers as he leaned forward, his mouth covering her, sending a surge of pleasure through her body.

“Oh…” she gasped, her head falling back as he speared his tongue into her folds, dipping in and out of her core. His hand slid up her thigh, slipping another finger inside her, curling and thrusting as his mouth teased her sensitive clit.

“Fuck, you taste so good,” he groaned, the sound vibrating against her, making her buck her hips.

"Please, Andre… I need—" Her voice was barely a whisper, her body trembling with anticipation.

“What do you need, baby?” he asked, his breath hot against her as he sucked her clit into his mouth, his fingers moving faster.

“I’m going to come,” she cried out, her body convulsing around his fingers as her orgasm crashed over her. “Andre,” she moaned, his name slipping from her lips like a prayer as her release shook her to the core.

Andre withdrew his hand, climbing up the bed to hover over her. “You good, Calli?”

Her eyes fluttered open, still hazy with pleasure. “Please… I need you inside me, Andre.”

He kissed her softly, his breath ragged. “Let me grab a condom.”

“No,” Calli stopped him, her hand on his arm. “I’m on the shot. I’m clean, and I’ve never…” She hesitated, biting her lip.

“I’m clean too, baby. I always used a condom.” Andre admitted, taking a breath. “Are you sure?”

She nodded, her eyes locked with his. “Please, Andre. I want to feel all of you.”

Without another word, he captured her lips in a deep kiss, his fingers sliding inside her once more, preparing her for him.

His movements were slow, deliberate, as he positioned himself at her entrance, easing the tip of his cock inside her.

He paused, letting her adjust to the feeling, her body tight and warm around him.

“Damn, honey, you’re perfect. You good?” He was worried about the pain he knew he was causing her.

“Yes,” she hissed, her voice breathy as he pushed in deeper. “Andre…” Her voice was a whimper, her nails digging into his shoulders as her body arched into him. “Please…”

Andre flexed his hips, sliding in further.

The feeling of her wrapped around him was almost too much to bear, and he had to grit his teeth to keep control.

“Fuck,” he groaned, stilling inside her, the intensity of the moment nearly overwhelming.

“It’ll get better in a minute.” Andre pressed a kiss to her forehead.

Calli wiggled beneath him. “Please… I think I need you to move now.” she begged, her heels pressing into his lower back.

That was all the encouragement he needed. He pulled out and thrust back in, his movements slow at first, but soon, their bodies found a rhythm, moving together with increasing urgency.

"Yes," Calli cried out, her voice thick with desire as their bodies synced perfectly, her hips lifting to meet each of his thrusts.

Andre gritted his teeth, his control slipping as the pleasure built inside him.

He kissed her again, this time with raw, unrestrained passion.

It felt like more than just sex—it was as if their very souls were merging, the connection between them undeniable.

As his release drew closer, Andre realized in that moment, this wasn’t just about physical pleasure.

It was deeper than that—this woman was his future.

When she cried out his name, her body trembling beneath him as she came again, Andre couldn’t hold back any longer. He let go, spilling himself inside her, his orgasm hitting him with a force that made him shudder.

After a few moments, he collapsed beside her, both of them catching their breath. He slipped out of bed, returning quickly with a washcloth to clean her up, his touch was gentle.

“Sleep, baby,” he whispered, pulling her into his arms once they were both settled back under the covers. “We can talk in a few hours about where we go from here.”

“I love you, Andre,” Calli murmured, her voice soft as she nestled against him.

“I love you too, Calli. You’re mine now. I’m not letting you run again,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to her forehead as they both drifted into a peaceful sleep.