Page 73 of Sunkissed Colorado

Then Callum bucked his hips against me. The swollen ridge of his cock pressed between my legs through our clothes, and I jolted with another fierce bolt of arousal.

“That feel good?”

My moan was wanton. He lifted my legs more, wrapping them around his waist as he thrust, his crotch rubbing on mine.Nothing had ever felt so good. So dirty and forbidden and perfect.

Like we were two teenagers stealing a moment together, giving in to our irresistible need, heedless of the consequences.

What was this man doing to me?

“Open your eyes. Look at me.”

I did, meeting the lust-filled gaze of Callum’s brown-and-gold irises. His breaths came shallow and quick, like mine. Like this was affecting him as much as it was me.

“You want me to make you come, Sunflower?”

“Yes,” I whispered. “Make me come.”

He grasped my chin. “Say it louder. Say you want me.” Another thrust. “You want my cock.”

My throat worked as I swallowed. Even with the haze in my brain, I was still aware of the rest of Hearthstone outside this door. The risk we were taking. “I want it.”

“I can’t hear you.”

“I want you, Callum,” I gritted out.

His smirk could’ve been cruel or mocking. But it wasn’t. It was more like the sun rising, lighting up everything in this dim, crowded space. “I want you too, Z. I’ve always wanted you.”

His mouth dove onto mine, tongue sliding past my lips as he rocked his erection over my clit through our clothes. His hands squeezed, holding me up. It was rough and urgent. Almost too much sensation. But exactly what I needed.

The orgasm came on me fast. Flooding my body with overwhelming pleasure. I cried out, but the sound was thankfully muffled by Callum’s tongue. Then I realized he was shaking too. The flat of his palm slapped against the wooden door by my head as he groaned through his own climax.

He’d just come in his pants. In the back storage room at Hearthstone.

What the heck were we thinking?

Callum rested his forehead against mine, breathing hard.Then slowly eased me down so my feet touched the concrete floor. “Don’t freak out,” he murmured.

Too late.

“What if they heard us?” I hissed.

“They probably didn’t.”

“Probably?” I put my ear to the door, listening.

Callum was adjusting his clothes. “But if they did, we’ll deal with it. It’s going to be fine.”

Panic clawed at me. Same thing I’d felt last night at his house, but so much worse. I needed this job. What if I embarrassed my grandfather? My parents’ disappointment was bad enough, but Grandpa too…

“I need to go.” I picked up my purse from where I’d dropped it.

Callum sighed, lifting the key from its hook. But I tried the knob and found it unlocked. He’d been right. He hadn’t closed the door hard enough to make the lock stick. Someone could’ve walked in on us.

Sliding out, I didn’t see anyone. Thank God.

“I’ll call you later, okay?” he said.

“Please don’t.”