Page 29 of Playboy Husband

MAISIE

The moment Callum’s lips claimed mine, everything else just vanished from my brain. The truth had been right on the tip of my tongue and I knew I should’ve pushed him away instead of pulling him closer. I knew I should’ve broken the kiss and gotten on with things.

I didn’t, though.

For the last eight years, that was all I’d done. I’d gotten on with things, making the responsible choices and never allowing myself to drop the ball. Right now, I didn’t want to do that.

Callum’s kisses reminded me of what it had been like to just be a girl who wanted a boy more than anything.

With every stroke of his tongue against my own, I felt more like a woman than I probably ever had, and maybe it was selfish—hell, it definitely was selfish—but I didn’t wrench my mouth away from his.

Instead, I wrapped my arms around his neck. What had happened that night, the reason I’d walked away with a tiny little part of him taking root deep inside me, was just as much my fault as it was his.

I didn’t resent him for that. I also had never complained about the sacrifices I’d made. I’d made them willingly and that had been that, but just for tonight, I was going to be selfish.

Callum groaned into my mouth, cementing my decision when the sound made me feel things I hadn’t felt for years.

Fully surrendering to the intimacy of just getting to be with him tonight, which had been a surprisingly romantic date for a Halloween festival, I stroked my fingers into that thick dark hair, like I’d been itching to do again for almost a decade, and held him to me.

I kissed him back just as eagerly as he was kissing me, moaning when I felt his knee dip into the cushion as he positioned himself to lay me back. He pressed me down until my back was sinking into the couch, pressing his chest against mine but holding most of his weight on his elbows.

Everything he was doing made me tingle with desire, from the way he was nipping at my lips between kisses to the way he held me so I could feel the strong muscles in his arms flex under the fabric of his shirt. He ran the flat of his hand along my side, sliding a thigh between both of mine.

I gasped into his mouth when he let it settle between my legs, the solid muscle hard and warm where I needed it most. If I’d been in my right mind, I probably would’ve held back, but I wasn’t and I didn’t care to go looking for logic or inhibitions right now.

Callum had made me feel this way that first time we’d been together too, like absolutely nothing else mattered. The man had a way of robbing me of every thought and leaving me with only fiery desire coursing through my veins.

Especially when he kissed me like he was now, like he was so completely consumed by me that a bomb could go off next to us and he wouldn’t even notice. He just had this way of making me feel like nothing existed outside of us and honestly I was here for it.

“I want you,” I whispered into his mouth, tightening my grip on his hair and opening my eyes to look at him.

Surprise registered in his eyes. He groaned and buried his face in the crook my neck. “I want you too, Mais, but we can wait. There’s no rush.”

“There is a rush,” I murmured, rolling my hips against his and gasping at the spark of pleasure that raced through me when I felt him rock hard under his jeans. “You want this. I want it. Why wait?”

Another throaty groan rolled out of him, but when he lifted his head, it wasn’t to argue or try to talk me out of it. Instead, he pressed another hot kiss on my lips and then sat back, but only for long enough to climb off the couch, bend over, and pick me up as if I weighed nothing.

Surprised laughter bubbled out of me. I grabbed hold of the back of his shirt to steady myself. “What are you doing?”

“Taking you to my bed,” he responded as his long legs ate up the distance between the living room and the bedroom. “I’m not fucking my future wife on the couch. In fact, I’m not fucking you at all.”

“What?” I frowned. The disappointment racing through me was a lot more intense than I thought it might be. “Why not?”

He chuckled, bringing a hand up to land a stinging smack on my ass. “I’m making love to you. Or something like that, anyway. Give me a break. I’m trying to be romantic here.”

Desire surged through me, not at all lessened by the heat that had remained on my skin after that spank. “I don’t know much about romance, but I think you might have to keep trying. Somehow, I don’t think saying that you’re not fucking someone on a couch counts.”

I felt him shrug underneath me as he strode into a huge bedroom I assumed was the master. “Hey, it’s the thought that counts, isn’t it?”

“I don’t think so.” I barely had a chance to take a glimpse at his space before he’d gently lowered me onto his mattress and claimed my attention fully when he pressed another searing kiss to my lips. His lips were hungry, his hands roaming across my sides.

I moaned into the kiss, finally getting to run my fingertips all over the broad planes of his back and the strong muscles in his abs. We made out like that for a long time, until I was practically burning with need for him. He started slowly removing my clothes. His clothes.

They were so big on me that it took him no time at all to peel them off.

He sat up to look at me, those blue eyes so bright and heated even in the low light that I felt myself tingle under his gaze.

When a shiver rolled through me, he groaned and pulled his own shirt off with one fist behind his neck. The fabric slid away easily.

Callum’s abs had always been a work of art.

I remembered them so well from college, how all the girls would clamor around the jogging trail they knew he preferred, hoping to catch a glimpse of him shirtless.

Time hadn’t changed that. Clearly, the guy still took care of his body and now all those abs were exclusively for my viewing pleasure.

My teeth sank into my lower lip as I ran my gaze over him, taking in every defined muscle and every dip in between. Callum must’ve noticed because he suddenly let out an impatient growl and slid down on the mattress, not hesitating to push my knees apart.

By the time I realized what he was doing, he was already face to face with my most intimate part, his hands wreaking havoc on me as they glided up and down the length of my thighs. “Callum…”

He glanced up at me, those sharp features drawn tight and his arms quivering a little like he was struggling to restrain himself. “Why wait, right?”

“Right,” I whispered, sliding my fingers into his hair. He licked a line through my slick folds. My hips nearly flew off the bed, the sensation of having another person’s mouth down there so foreign, yet so blissful that fireworks started going off behind my eyes almost immediately. “Oh!”

I felt Callum smile, but I was already too lost in his hands, his lips, and his tongue to ask if something was funny. Instead, I just hung on, probably tugging his hair so hard that it must’ve hurt, but he didn’t complain.

No one had done this to me—ever—except for him, and honestly, the guy made me understand why so many women raved about it so much.

I had no idea how long it took before an orgasm was thundering through me, shattering my every thought and perhaps even my very existence, but it couldn’t have been very long.

Callum saw me through it, even licking me clean in the aftermath, but then his mouth was back on mine and I hadn’t seen him take off his pants, but I felt his cock against my stomach as he kissed me.

Another moan slid out of me at the feel of him there, so hot and so hard that it should’ve been impossible.

“Are you okay?” he whispered between kisses. “We can stop now, if you want.”

“Don’t you dare.” I hooked my ankles around his hips, breaking the kiss to look into his eyes. “I want you to… you know.”

A devilish smile spread on his lips. “Yeah, I do know, and that’s definitely not going to be a problem, but we don’t have to—”

“We don’t have to, but we want to,” I whispered, though it sounded more like a question.

Callum caught my face in one hand, reaching for something further along the mattress with the other. “You never have to doubt that I want you, Mais. It’s a given. Always has been. Always will be.”

With that, he brought a condom between us and I got to watch, up close and personal, as he tore it open with his teeth. As he sat up to roll it on, I saw a bead of wetness at his tip and it was like a switch tripped inside me, making me feel just as needy and aching for him as I had been before.

He repositioned himself on top of me, bringing his mouth back to mine, and he slowly started pushing into me. It had been a very long time since I’d been with anyone, but if he noticed anything, he didn’t say so.

Just taking it slow, he kissed me until I was breathless, toying with my nipples. He sank in one delicious inch at a time. When he was fully seated, I felt him trembling above me. He stopped moving and gave me some time to adjust until I gave my hips a roll to let him know I was ready.

Callum felt incredible inside me, making me feel so full that I almost couldn’t take it, and when he started thrusting for real, pushing all the way in before slowly withdrawing, I nearly started crying it felt so good.

I hung onto him, willingly giving up all control as he made me feel things I never had, slowly bringing me to an orgasm that absolutely blew my mind.

My toes curled, and for the first time ever, I genuinely felt the pleasure all the way to my gums. My entire body was shaking when I felt his rhythm break.

A long, sexy groan came out of him as he swelled inside me.

In the aftermath, the room was quiet except for the sound of our ragged breathing, still uneven as we lay tangled together in his sheets. My body was loose and warm, my mind still trying to catch up with what had just happened.