“I know.” She practically pants her answer.
I grind against her again and dip my mouth to her neck as I move one of my hands to her breasts. I suck her neck and groan when her hand lands on my dick. Her movements are as desperate as I feel when she pops the button on my jeans and slides the zip down. I squeeze my eyes shut when she wraps her hand around me.
The elevator dings and Callie’s gaze shifts to check what floor we’re on. “We’re here,” she says.
Thank fuck.
I let her go and move out of the way so she can exit first. I follow and place my hand on her ass as I guide her to my room.
I unlock the door, push it open and let her in.
Finally.
As the door closes behind me, I reach for her hand and pull her back. I can’t wait for the bed. I need her now.
She turns to face me. My hands land on her hips before gripping her dress and yanking it over her head. With speed I never knew I possessed, I then move my hands to her back and flick her bra open so I can remove it.
Her gaze meets mine, smiling the sexiest smile I’ve ever laid eyes on. “The man’s got skills.”
My shirt hits the floor a moment later, as do my jeans and boxers. Taking hold of my cock, I pump it a few times. My eyes are firmly on her pussy.
“Touch yourself,” I order. Fuck, I can’t count the number of times I’ve jacked off to this image over the last eight months.
I watch as she runs her finger between her wet lips. My breaths are coming so fucking hard and fast as if I’m struggling for air. When I drag my gaze up to her eyes, I’m almost knocked on my ass at what I see there.
Lust and need and love.
So much love.
“Fuck,” I rasp. “We’ve wasted so much time.”
She steps closer, so our bodies are almost touching. “Let’s not waste anymore.”
She lifts a leg to wrap around me at the same time that I lift her. As my cock sinks deep inside her and our souls connect, I finally breathe again. The last eight months I’ve been sucking air, but I haven’t been breathing.
I can’t ever let her go again.
* * *
“Luke, your phone is ringing.” Callie’s voice drags me from my sleep.
Disoriented, I look at her. “What time is it?”
She smiles lazily and stretches. “I see the sex has taken it out of you. Has it been awhile?”
Regaining my senses and awareness of time, I press a kiss to her lips before answering her. “It’s been as long for me as it has for you.”
Her eyes widen a little, and she smiles before gripping my neck and pulling my mouth back to hers. “I love you.”
Three little words fall out of her mouth.
Three words I have wanted to hear for so long.
“I love you, too.”
We watch each other in silence for so long that the phone stops ringing and then starts up again.
“You should get that,” she says softly.
I reach for it. “Mum, is that you?”
“Luke, where are you? We’ve been calling both yours and Callie’s phones for the last ten minutes, and neither of you are answering. Personally, I am hoping this means you’re together and otherwise engaged.”
“Are you at the hotel now?”
“Yes, we’ve just finished checking in. Sean’s excited to see Callie. And you, of course. Can you meet us downstairs?”
“I’ll be there in five.”
“You still didn’t answer me.”
I hold the phone out to Callie who I know is dying to say hello to my mother. She rips it out of my hands. “Estelle! You’re here!”
Silence while she listens to Mum.
And then her eyes find mine, and she smiles as she says, “Yes, Estelle, I know how your son feels about me. He just told me. After we had sex.”
I shake my head at her, and she grins before poking her tongue at me. I leave the bed to use the bathroom, and when I return, she’s sitting, watching me.
Pulling a shirt over my head, I mutter, “It’s no wonder you and my mother get on so well. You both like to share highly inappropriate information with each other.”
She laughs and unfolds her legs so she can leave the bed and come to me. Pressing her naked body hard against mine and looping her arms around my neck, she says, “It’s best to just give her the information she’s looking for because then she has no reason to keep hounding. I swear you men need a course in how to communicate woman-style.”
I grip her ass. “No, what we need are women who know when to open their mouths and when to keep them shut.”
“And now you’re just trying to rile me up because you know that kind of thinking pisses me off.”
I grin and squeeze her ass. “Yeah, maybe. You’re hot when you get all ranty at me.”
She quirks a brow. “You know when else I’m hot?”
“When?”
“When I’m pleased with my man and I bring my A-game. So I’d recommend you start making nice with me if you want some of that action.”