First and Only (Callaghan Brothers #2)

He held her, kissed her through the worst of it, his muscles so taut and tense beneath his skin, as desperate hunger coiled within him like a deadly serpent. Had he not known in his heart that he was incapable of hurting her, he would have been terrified at the power building inside him.


Soon, very soon, he promised himself. Her orgasm would have loosened her, prepared her, but it would still be a struggle. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath in an effort to re-gather some of his self-control. He refused to lessen any of the passion he’d seen on her face with pain.

She, however, apparently had no intentions of just lying back and waiting for him to gather himself.

Ian grunted in surprise, opening his eyes to find her kneeling beside him, her slim fingers gripping him, her lips still swollen from his kisses, slightly parted and hovering above him. But it was her eyes, glowing amber and dazed with desire, that made his heart stutter in his chest. They looked at him with such longing, such pleading, it nearly undid him.

She licked her lips in anticipation, her hot breath skimming over his ultra-sensitive flesh. He swallowed hard and shook his head. He couldn’t allow her to do this. He couldn’t. He was too close; he would never be able to hold himself back if she put those perfect lips to work on him.

Her face moved closer, the tip of her tongue peeked out, her eyes glued to his. He shook his head again, incapable of speech, mesmerized by the determined look in her eyes, his body on fire with the anticipation of how it would feel to have that sweet, sweet mouth on him.

Fire blazed in her eyes, flames of white hot heat flickering in defiance. She was going to have him, too. He saw it, felt it with everything he had, a sixth sense that encompassed him and told him there would be no stopping her now.

Her lids fluttered when her tongue licked the bit of moisture there. She tasted it, rolled it in her mouth, testing it as if it was new to her. He watched, enthralled, his heart threatening to slam right through his chest. She swallowed. And then she smiled at him.

He watched as he disappeared into her mouth, felt the persistent, hungry pull as she tried to draw more from him. Her tongue swirled around the sensitive spot just below the crest, her teeth lightly scraping against him. Ian prayed for the strength to hold on, just a little bit longer.

She closed her eyes, looking as if she was enjoying herself every bit as much as he was, which he knew was absolutely impossible. Every stroke, every lick, every suckle sent him higher. Her nails raked against his legs, her palms and fingers swirled and pumped. In those moments, he was completely hers. Surrender had never felt so good.

Every second brought him closer to total annihilation. She was relentless, ever-changing, eager, hungry. As soon as he grew accustomed to her ministrations, she changed, blowing him further and further away from sanity. If there was any consolation at all, it was that she seemed to be losing control almost as quickly as he was. She was greedy, taking him like she loved it, like there was nothing more in this world that she could ask for than to have him in her mouth.

Ian knew he was close; it would be impossible to hold out much longer. She was just too damn good. “Ah, baby, you love it, don’t you?”

She hummed in response, sending vibrations that had him wracking into spasms. He grabbed her head, knowing he had to push her away, knowing it would probably kill him to do so.

And then...time stopped. She looked at him, her amber eyes fierce and possessive. Her teeth raked against him in warning; her right hand cupped him and squeezed as she sucked him deeper into her mouth, her other hand pushing away the arm that would have separated her from him.

Within seconds he cried out, no longer pushing her away but pulling her closer, grabbing on to her head as if she was his lifeline. His hands tangled in her hair, flexing as the glorious patterns she was making with her lips and tongue continued until he was utterly spent. Only then did she release him, triumph in her eyes.

Ian grabbed her and pulled her to him, dropping back on the bed. She was going nowhere, not until he was able to think clearly again. Until then, he needed to hold her, to feel her, because it was the only thing that made sense in this world to him.

What. The. Hell. Ian’s mind was reeling, his body still thrumming from one of the most powerful orgasms he’d ever had. It wasn’t the first time a woman had gone down on him. It wasn’t the first time he’d released in a woman’s mouth. It was, however, the first time he felt like part of his soul had been released as well.

Who was this woman purring against his chest? Who was this quiet, innocent-looking female who had turned him down only hours before, only to transform into a wildcat straight from his fantasies? The way she had responded to him, her total surrender as he brought her to climax, followed closely by her eager but untrained aggression, assuming dominance and taking him better than a pro - it defied logic.