Page 53 of Playboy Husband
MAISIE
My breath caught as Callum brought his strong fingers to my chin and held it tight. He broke away from me for just a moment, breathing hard as his lower body pressed into mine.
“The others,” I mumbled, suddenly remembering that our families were out there. Somewhere in the castle.
Being this close to Callum again, kissing him, was intoxicating. Feeling his lips and his body against mine was like magic, but we were getting married in less than an hour.
“Forget about them,” he said, lowering his hands to my hips and tracing the shell of my ear with his tongue. “They won’t come in here.”
He walked us backward until I landed against the hard, cold stone wall. Then his eyes met mine again and he looked at me. Our gazes clashed and held, both of us panting before he kissed me again, but this kiss was different. It made my blood catch fire and my heart race.
His hands skimmed from my hips to my shoulders, sliding over the straps of my dress and hooking under them. Callum’s touch did things to me no one else had ever even come close to, lighting me up and making me feel like I could touch the stars.
I’d missed him something awful, and from the way he was kissing me back, I was pretty sure the feeling was mutual. Our fervent kisses seemed to be driving him as crazy as they were driving me, his hips rolling slightly against mine.
This was absolutely nuts, making out like this with probably not much more than thirty minutes to go before the ceremony, but I couldn’t bring myself to stop. As if he’d heard the thought, he groaned and his mouth broke away from mine, heat, love, and raw lust blazing in his eyes.
“Turn around, Mais,” he said, his voice low and commanding. “Unless you don’t want to risk it?”
Instead of replying, I did what he’d said and turned around. Callum and I had had so many things to figure out, but as much as my heart had been breaking earlier, he’d pieced it back together again with everything he’d said.
It even felt like I’d been put back together stronger. Because now I knew for sure that no matter what, he and I would always come back to each other. Work it out. Even if there was still so much left to figure out.
Right now though, I didn’t want to think about our families outside or how the Westwoods were going to react to the news. I didn’t want to worry about how we were going to tell them or wonder if they were going to hate me in the future.
All I wanted was to lose myself in him. I wanted to feel all those things only he could make me feel. I wanted to know that I was making him feel those things too. I needed both of us to just be together.
So I stuffed all my thoughts and worries tightly inside an impenetrable lockbox in my head and braced my palms against the wall. Callum shoved the skirt of the dress up and my insides clenched, my back arching.
God, I want him so bad. I was aching for him, desperately needing to feel him moving inside me, to be enveloped in his arms and his scent. Knowing he wanted me and had missed me just as much was enough to make me feel like I would combust if we had to stop now.
His hands caressed my shoulders as he tugged the straps of my dress down a little, managing to get them low enough that he could slide his fingers into the cup of the built-in bra. He pinched my nipples, and instantly, a breathy moan escaped me. I arched into him, whimpering when he did it again.
Finally, he withdrew one hand and moved it under my dress, his fingers hooking around the elastic of my panties and yanking them down. My thong fell to my feet and I kicked it off, stepping out of my heels in the process.
Callum’s fingertips explored every bare inch of my skin, grazing across my hipbone, my ass, and the side of my thigh.
The hand at my chest toyed with my nipples, driving me wild.
It was like I could feel him everywhere, pressed up against my back, his feet on the outsides of my own and his hands wreaking havoc on my body.
“Callum,” I murmured, my voice only just above a whisper. I needed him to touch me so badly and I arched my back again, pressing my butt into his crotch. “We have to hurry.”
“No, we don’t.” He spun me so we faced each other, his features tight with need. My knees threatened to buckle under the intense heat in his gaze and another moan slid out of me. As if he could tell that I was struggling to hold myself up, he stepped into me, pinning me against the stone wall.
The warmth of his body against mine felt so damn good. The pressure as he leaned his weight into me made my eyelids flutter closed. His fingertips grazed across my skin again and I shivered, my lips parting. His mouth dropped to my neck, hot and wet as he planted a trail of kisses to my ear.
He sucked and nipped at a sensitive spot I hadn’t even known I had behind it, but he didn’t stop, dragging more kisses along my jaw until he reached my lips. I leaned into him, pressing my body as close to his as I could get.
As our fronts connected, I felt how incredibly hard he was and I moaned, my hips rolling to grind against him, but it wasn’t enough.
Callum was taking this a lot more slowly than I wanted him to, but as frustrating as it was, I knew he was savoring every moment of our reunion.
I was relishing it too, truly cherishing every moment of being back with him.
He slid a hand up my thigh, taking my face in his free hand and kissing me deeply. His tongue swept into my mouth and a low, throaty groan fell from his lips. My pulse skyrocketed, even the insides of my thighs feeling slick. I considered dropping to my knees and taking him into my mouth.
The ache between my legs had become painful, but I squeezed my thighs together for some relief.
We probably didn’t have time for me to go down on him, but I started lowering myself anyway.
Callum stopped me, looking deep into my eyes for a beat before he kissed a line down my throat and across my shoulders.
He slid a hand into my top again, but this time, he drew my breast out of the bra, managing to push my neckline down just far enough to expose my nipple.
My fingers flew to his soft hair when he sucked it into his hot mouth.
He flicked it with his tongue before releasing it and bringing his lips back to mine.
My breathing was heavy and ragged, but so was his. As much as I didn’t want to rush this, I was going to explode if he didn’t speed things up. It had been too long, and any minute now, a knock could come at the door.
“Callum. Please.”
He cupped my mound in his palm, his voice husky and his breathing shaky against my ear. “You’re so wet, Mais. Do you want me inside you?”
“Yes,” I whispered. “We can’t have much time left, though.”
“Fuck that. We’ll get there when we get there.
” His lips sank down to mine as my hands tugged at his shirt, pulling it out of his pants.
I let my fingertips dance over his taut stomach.
Callum’s tux had come without a cummerbund, a fact I was extremely thankful for right now.
His skin was hot under my palms, his defined muscles rippling under my touch.
My legs started shaking as his hands skimmed up my thighs, sliding between my folds and drawing a loud shout out of me. It was still storming outside, though. Thunder was roaring and the rain sounded like gunshots against the glass.
“Like that?” He stroked my clit and my hands dug into his hips when his fingers slid down my slit. Spreading my legs to give him better access, I nearly collapsed as he pushed a finger into me.
“Yes,” I breathed, his body on mine the only thing keeping me from falling over.
His fingers moved faster and deeper, his kisses becoming harder and hungrier. Tension pulsed between my legs, pulling so tight that I knew it was about to snap. I was so, so close and Callum read my body like an open book, giving me exactly what I needed.
“Come for me, Maisie.”
Two more strokes of his fingers and pleasure thundered through me. The tension released, my entire body shaking as moans spilled freely from my lips. “Callum! Yes.”
Keeping me pressed against the wall with his hips, he saw me through it, not stopping until I was completely spent. His voice was a breathy groan against my neck as the orgasm finally subsided. “God, I’ve missed that.”
“So have I,” I whispered my reply, still panting. “I want you inside me, baby. Before someone comes to get us.”
“Shit, I really hate that we have to rush, but at least we have tonight. I hope you’re ready not to get much sleep.” He steadied me on my feet and pulled a foil packet out of his back pocket, smirking slightly as he held my gaze. “I might’ve been optimistic about how our talk would go.”
He stuck the package between his teeth and undid his belt before I took over for him. Hastily unbuttoning his pants, I slid the zipper down and shoved the waistband as well as his underwear over his ass. Just far enough to expose his gloriously erect cock.
A I watched, he tore the condom open with his teeth and rolled it on. Then he moved his hands to my ass, but paused. “We need the bed for this. I’m not—”
“Yes, you are.” I wrapped my arms around his neck
He nipped my lower lip and slid his hands to my thighs. “Your wish is my command. Always. When I pick you up, wrap your legs around me, and if it’s too uncomfortable against those stones, we’ll find a damn bed.”
Tightening his grip on my thighs, he lifted me against him and I hooked my ankles around his waist. He moved his body into position, his gaze never leaving mine. A moment later, the tip of his cock nudged against my entrance and he thrust in.
We both exhaled in relief, but he held still for just a moment, then slid deeper, not stopping until he was so deep that it was difficult to even breathe. He watched me intently, both of us breathing in broken gasps.
I wrapped a hand around the nape of his neck, drawing him closer and bending my head to press my mouth to his. As I kissed him, he started moving. It felt so good that sparks glittered behind my eyelids.
Callum groaned. “Shit, Mais. I love you. I missed you so fucking much.”
“I missed you, too,” I moaned. “I was so scared I was going to lose you. God, Callum. You own my heart, do you know that?”
“You’re never going to lose me,” he whispered as my thighs squeezed his hips. He moved inside me in a steady rhythm, thrusting in deep before withdrawing again and again.
He drove into me harder and faster, all the while kissing me like the ship was going down. Everything he was doing was so perfect that I was already getting close again.
Angling my hips to get just a little more friction where I needed it most, I lost myself to the pleasure building in my core. My fingers dug into the expensive fabric of his tux jacket and his hands stayed under me, holding me in place as he kept moving faster and faster.
Callum groaned, the sound so low it was clear he was getting close too. “Fuck, Maisie.”
Shockwaves of pleasure cascaded through me. The sounds of his obvious pleasure pushed me right to the edge. Both of his hands flexed on my ass, gripping it so tight it almost hurt. Then I felt him swell and that was it for me. I came again on his next thrust.
“Maisie.” My name was a loud, almost reverent moan and I felt his cock twitch deep within as he found his release. He buried his head in the crook of my neck, his hips slamming into me and his muscles quivering.
As we both recovered, he held me against the wall, peppering my throat with soft, lazy kisses until our breathing returned to normal. I was still shaky when I wiggled against him, reality sinking back in.
“I need to put myself back together.”
“You’re perfect exactly the way you are.” He lowered me, though. Keeping his hands on my hips, he seemed to check that I was steady enough to stand. “You don’t need to do a thing, but since I know you’re going to insist on it, what can I do to help?”
“Sadie’s going to be here any minute to escort me downstairs.” I pushed up on my toes to give him one last kiss. “I need to do something about my hair and touch up my lipstick, but do you think you can stall her while I get cleaned up?”
“You got it.” Sighing as if it was the most difficult thing he’d ever had to do, he finally let go of me.
His pants went back on and he quickly tucked in his shirt before he went to the door.
When he reached it, he turned to blow me a kiss over his shoulder.
“I’ll see you down there, Maisie Morgan.
I’ll be the one anxiously waiting to turn you into a Westwood. ”