Page 88 of Stolen Voices

I grip her chin and turn her face to mine, forcing her to look me in the eye. I search her face, and the disappointment in her eyes guts me.

“Baby steps,” I tell her.

A scrap of fabric is all that separates Callie’s glorious body from mine. She thinks I didn’t peek at her perky tits, honey-colored nipples, and bare pussy. My cock has been weeping since I slid those baggy sweatpants down her thighs.

I felt the sparks fly, saw the heated look in her eyes, and smelled her sweet arousal as I kneeled before her, ceremoniously bowing to her magnificence. I want her so fucking badly I ache when I’m near her.

My chest pinches, and my heart pumps rapidly. I’m afraid it’s going to fly out of my body.

I desperately want to explore every inch of her smooth skin with my hands and mouth. I want to swallow the sexy, soft moans that escape her throat as I make her come as many times as her body will allow me to take her over the edge.

I want everything with her.

One drink from her lips is all it will take for me to break. One kiss will lead to more. More will turn into forever.

She doesn’t understand. The only reason I’ve stayed in control this long is because I’ve kept her at arm’s length. As soon as we cross the line, I won’t be able to stop consuming her until I’m buried balls deep in her tight, hot pussy, ruining her with my cock until I’m all she needs in this world to survive.

Baby steps, I chant to myself, thinking about the blue and purple bruises covering her lower back and ass. It’s a miracle she didn’t break from the impact.

I slide my arm under her knees and across her back as I lift her into my arms. The towel falls around her like a curtain as I carry her to the bedroom and set her feet on the carpet.

“I’m going to ruin the carpet.” Callie looks panicked as rivulets of water drip down her legs and pool around her feet.

“I don’t give a fuck about the carpet. I’m not risking you falling on the tiles in the bathroom.”

“But—”

“No,” I snap. “I can replace the carpet, princess. I can’t replace you.”

Callie’s mouth forms a perfect little O as she stares at me in shock. Before she can think too hard and break herself worse, I hustle to the bathroom to grab the towel I used for her hair from the floor. I spot the brace and snatch that up too. Without a word, I toss the brace on the bed and resume my squatting position, drying her feet and legs.

“Better?” I ask, watching her chest rise and fall above me.

“Better,” she squeaks.

I smirk at her, loving that I’m knocking her off kilter with the change in my attitude. Callie brings out this overprotective side of me I didn’t know I had.

“Can you manage the rest while I get your bag, or do you need me to wipe the wetness off the rest of your body?”

Callie’s breath hitches in her throat, and her cheeks turn pink at my deliberate choice of words. Trying to hide her reaction, she pulls back her shoulders and lifts her chin like the royalty she is. “I can manage.”

“That’s my girl,” I purr.

I leave her to ruminate on my words and walk to her bag in the corner of the room. Searching through the few things I grabbed, I realize there isn’t much for her to sleep in. The only pair of pants in her dressing room were the sweatpants she already wore and a pair of jeans.

Fuck.

Glancing at Cam’s dresser to my left, a surge of rage and jealousy swirl in my gut. Nope. Not going to happen. The only man’s clothes she’ll be wearing are mine.

Marching to the living room, I dig through my bag and pull out one of my clean shirts and a pair of flannel pants. They’ll be huge on her, but at least they are clean.

And mine.

The possessive beast in me approves with a satisfied growl as he curls up like a happy puppy in my chest.

When I return to the bedroom, Callie is sitting on the bed with the damp towel draped across her chest. My eyes glance at the reflection of her naked back in the mirror behind her.

My brain conjures up lewd images of Callie as I take her from behind, one hand between her legs working her clit as the other grips her throat. I make a mental note to buy a standing mirror for my room back home.