It had been a good day, even without Cal. I’d been a little disappointed to see that he wasn’t at dinner either, but the rest of the guys and Candy all kept me preoccupied with crazy stories about pranks and fights gone wrong, some featuring Cal, so I got through it. Stuffed my face, in fact, and then excused myself to come up here for a long, luxurious shower. Now that it was over, I felt every aching muscle in my body. I was beat. I needed some rest. Lance had promised a full day of training ahead of me tomorrow, with or without Cal.
I lazily brushed my hair, yanking at the knots as I stifled a yawn. I could have asked Andrew where Cal had gone, but I guessed he probably wouldn’t tell me anyway. If it was important business, which it would have to be in my mind to warrant him leaving me the day after we bonded, then so be it. I didn’t need to know. Not yet anyway.
Once I had finished with my hair, I laid the brush down on the counter and exited the bathroom, so intent on heading for the bed that I didn’t notice Cal sitting in the chair at the far side of the room. I had one knee on the mattress and was reaching over to douse the lamp’s light when I glanced over and yelped, clutching my hand to the towel knot at my breast and jumping back.
“Cal? Shit, you scared the hell out of me.”
Cal’s face was drawn into a deep scowl as he pushed himself from the chair and stalked over to me. I backed up as he approached, the look on his face giving me both shivers of fear and jolts of desire.
“Did you enjoy your training day with Lance?” His words were gruff as he backed me up until my butt nudged the wall.
I gulped. “What? He said that you asked him to train with me today.”
“I did, but that doesn’t mean I liked it.” Cal glared down at me, his jaw clenched as a muscle ticked in his cheek. Without another word, he grabbed my hands and yanked them above my head, then devoured me with a fierce kiss.
Chapter Twenty-One
Claiming
She moaned into his mouth as he ground his cock against her stomach, wanting her to feel just how hard he was for her. He captured her wrists with one hand and trailed the other down the length of her body, over her hip and up under the towel until his fingers grazed her *. She writhed, her body pressing into him, her tongue flicking against his. He slid his fingers along her folds, briefly circling her clit and then running them down again.
“You’re wet,” he murmured as he trailed kisses over her jaw and along her collarbone. She moaned again, grinding her sex against his hand. He lifted his lips from her skin to find her staring at him, her eyes clouded by desire. “Are you wet for Lance? Or are you wet for me?”
Astonishment flickered over her face to be quickly replaced by mouthwatering need as he slid two fingers inside of her, thrusting in to his knuckles.
“I’m wet for you, Cal. Only you.” Her voice was a husky whisper.
“That’s right, Morgan. Only me.” Cal released her arms and gripped the knot of the towel. With one quick yank, he sent it cascading to her feet, freeing her breasts so that they bounced slightly. He lowered his hand to capture one, cupping it as he pulled her budding nipple between his lips. “I can’t get enough of you,” he murmured against her flesh, his tongue rolling the nub in tight circles as he continued to stroke her clit.
She ran her hands through his hair as he left one breast for the other, administering the same treatment until it budded to a peak and glistened with moisture.
As he continued his trek down her luscious body, he could hardly contain his own throbbing need to claim her. But he knew it was going to be worth the wait and he wanted to taste every part of her before he got his release.
She whimpered as he knelt, clearly understanding his intent. He licked and sucked his way over her stomach and hip, then her thigh. He lifted her leg to rest on his shoulder and ran his tongue over her * in one long, delicious sweep, lapping up her juices and letting out a growl when they hit the back of his throat.
This is mine. She is mine.
Her body sagged as he stroked and sucked, circling her clit. Her fingers dug deeply into his scalp, pulling him close, begging him to take her over the edge. As he pulled her little nub deep into his mouth and gave it a few flicks of his tongue, she suddenly cried out, her body arching as she climaxed into his mouth.
Satisfied only because she was, he pressed his lips to her inner thigh before slowly rising to stand in front of her once again.