“I’m sorry,” he whispered against her lips. “I’m so sorry.”
Monica clung to his shoulders. “I don’t want to talk.”
* * *
“All right.” A vague, fractured thought ran through Cal’s head: something troubled her, more than just work problems. But as soon as she slid her mouth over his, all thoughts ceased.
When he reached out and thrust his hand through her curtain of hair, he noticed his fingers trembling ever so slightly. Cal slipped his tongue between her full lips, and she met it with her own. He wanted her out of the suit. Without it, she’d have nothing left to hide behind. He wanted to see her in the red-and-white polka-dot bra once more. This time, he’d appreciate it.
He tore his mouth from hers and lowered Monica to her feet. “Get out of these clothes,” he growled, and began ripping them from her. He wasn’t gentle, either. As he yanked the jacket from her shoulders, Monica shrugged it off her arms and threw it to the marble floor. Cal didn’t wait for her to finish unbuttoning her silky brown blouse. He grabbed the two halves in both hands and ripped it. It was offensive and hateful. She didn’t utter a word of protest, just yanked it off, as if she couldn’t stand the material touching her skin.
The red bra made him smile, and as he stared at her breasts, her nipples puckered. Cal ran the palm of his hand from her slender neck, over her tits, and down to her belly button. Her taut stomach flexed beneath his rough hand. She inhaled sharply when he ripped at her waistband. “These trousers need to come off.”
She fumbled with the button, and they fell to the floor. After kicking them away, she arched her back, angled her chin a little higher.
“You are so lovely.” As Cal’s gaze rose to those beautiful breasts, his heart ratcheted up.
“Cal.”
Her voice brought him out of a trance. He looked into her eyes, those crystal-blue eyes. They’d glazed over with desire, but there was something else in their depths. She needed something from him, but damned if he knew what it was. “Tell me what you want, Monica. I’ll give you anything.”
“Just you.”
Cal locked an arm around her waist and pulled her up against him. With her sweet breasts crushed against his chest, he walked her into the lounge. His cock became painfully hard, and staring down at her wasn’t helping. The full tops of her breasts rose above her bra and bounced with each step he took. When her tongue darted out and licked that full upper lip, Cal groaned.
With one hand slung around his shoulder, Monica gazed up at him while she absentmindedly fingered his tattoo with her other hand. “Hey.”
He stopped in front of the sofa and met her gaze.
“About this morning—”
“We’ll say no more about it.” That didn’t seem to appease her. Whatever bothered Monica, he knew she’d never open up to him until she felt relaxed and sated. And she’d come to him for that. Cal felt humbled and challenged at the same time. He wanted to make her forget all of her problems, if only for a while. If she wanted sex, he’d oblige.
When he dropped her on the sofa, she let out a little squeal. Divesting himself of his jeans and boxers, he didn’t take his eyes off her.
Monica reached around to unhook her bra.
“Leave it on.”
“Why?”
“Because you look fucking hot in it.”
“I look fucking hot out of it,” she said, a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth.
“That’s my line, and you absolutely do. Now leave it on.” He ripped the shirt over his head and kicked his trousers to the side. His cock jutted out, stiff and ready. When Monica’s eyes lowered to it, he reached out and gave it a stroke. “But take the knickers off.”
She pulled her gaze away from his shaft, her eyes darting over his face. Angling her gorgeous ass upward, she wiggled her panties over her hips, down her legs, and tossed them next to his jeans. Then she lay back against the tapestry pillows and placed her arms above her head.
For a moment, Cal thought he might come on the spot. Bold, exciting, thoroughly sensual—this was his Monica. She didn’t show this side of herself to anyone but him.
Cal bowed toward her and rubbed his hand along her thigh. Her breath faltered at his touch. His hand glided higher. Then he grabbed her legs and yanked her closer.
She half yelled, half laughed. “I didn’t see that coming.”
“Good. I like to keep you guessing.”
“I’ve noticed.”
He lightly pinched her hip before caressing her waist. Then, situating his hips between her legs, he planted his fists by her head as he held his weight off her. Cal’s cock bobbed between them, resting on her belly as his body skimmed hers. Her bra barely scratched his chest, but her nipples pebbled against his skin. “I’m in a bit of a quandary, love.”
She ran her short nails down his chest. God, that felt nice. “What’s your problem?”
“I’m trying to decide if I want to kiss you, taste you, or fuck you. Actually, I going to do all three—I’m simply pondering the order.” He lowered his head, his lips a mere whisper from hers. “What’s your opinion on the subject?”
She answered by grasping the sides of his face and kissing him. Weaving her hands through his hair, she thrust her tongue into his mouth at the same moment she wrapped one leg around his waist. Cal’s eyes drifted shut as he lowered his hips and ground his cock against her soft skin.
Monica tugged on his hair until he raised his head. “Kiss, taste, fuck.”
Cal ran his tongue over the seam of her lips. “Deal. But I get to decide when I’m done kissing you.”
Monica’s fingers wandered over his shoulders. “You drive a hard bargain.”
“I do.” He thrust his cock against her again while he nibbled at her lips, kissed the corner of her mouth. Monica moaned, tightening her leg around him in an effort to rub herself against his almost painful erection.
She turned her head to the side and gently bit down on his jaw. “Kiss me, damn it. Like you mean it.”
He leaned back. “Hungry for me, are you?” Her eyes narrowed in irritation, which made him smile. Then he kissed her properly, the way she liked.
She rewarded him by stroking her hands up and down his back, digging her nails along his spine. Monica knew what he liked too.
Cal lowered himself on top of her. He longed to fuck her, right now, like this—without a condom. But she was terribly conscientious about it. Another secret of hers—one he’d uncover eventually.
Softly, his lips coursed a path from her mouth to her neck, raking his teeth over the spot right below her ear. She gasped and bucked her hips against him. “More of that.”
He nipped her once more before trailing his mouth over her shoulder, down to the tops of her soft breasts. Taking another look at her tits through the fanciful fabric of her bra, he licked her nipple through the satin cup. He moved his hand from her waist to toy with her other breast and rubbed his thumb over her already hard nipple.
Monica’s breath turned choppy and uneven as he sucked even harder. “So good.”
He glanced up at her. “Like that, do you?” He snatched one bra strap, then the other, pushing them down her shoulders. The cups fell below her tits, framing them. Monica yanked her arms free, and when he latched onto one nipple, biting down ever so gently, she held his head in place.
“Calum. Calum.”
He liked hearing her say his full name. Was going to insist she use it more often.
He left her breast and kissed his way to her belly, using his tongue to swirl a pattern across her tender flesh. Monica’s leg became slack around his. Placing his hands on either side of her knees, he forced her thighs farther apart.
Monica propped herself up on her elbows and watched him. Only lust registered in her eyes. No worry, no doubt—just the same hot need that consumed him.
Trapping her gaze with his, he positioned his mouth at her pussy. With one lash of his tongue, he licked in between her plump folds, and his eyes drifted shut. “I love the way you taste, Monica Campbell. Sweet and salty and fucking delicious.”