He spends a long time with my breasts before finally bringing his face back to mine. “We need to move this upstairs,” he rasps as he begins to back me up.
I take the stairs slowly, one at a time while he continues to drive me wild. I’m so crazed I need to steady myself on the railing. One hand grips it hard while I hold Luke with my other arm. His hands are all over me. His mouth is on my neck and I’m not sure that we’re actually going to make it to the top of the stairs before we decide to hell with it and do this right here, right now.
Halfway up, Luke rips my top off and drops it on the stairs. I’m vaguely aware that his neighbours can see everything, but I don’t even care. I’m so ready for him that I’d have sex on these stairs and not blink twice.
“Jesus, Callie,” he growls as he slides both my bra cups to the side, exposing my breasts. “So beautiful.” His voice drifts off as he sucks one of my breasts into his mouth.
I drop my head back and close my eyes. We’ve stopped moving and I cling to him and the railing as he devours me.
He devotes time to both my breasts before moving his mouth to my stomach. His hands cup my ass before shifting to the button on my jeans. A moment later, he undoes the button and slides my zip down.
Then his mouth is on my panties.
And my hand is on his head.
Pushing him down.
Please.
“Fuck.” He groans as he tears his mouth from me.
No, no, no.
Resting his head against my stomach, he exhales loudly. He retrieves my top from the stair then stands and meets my gaze. I’m panting, unable to catch my breath. We were so close. So close.
Fixing my bra so my breasts are covered, he orders, “My bedroom. Now. And just so you know, I’m ready for your A-game.”
Hell. Yes.
I am so ready for this.
And then my phone rings.
I’m ignoring it.
He diverts his attention to my jeans where the sound is coming from.
I reach for his face and drag his attention back up to mine. Shaking my head, I say, “I’m not answering it.”
The phone stops ringing.
Thank fuck.
But then it starts again.
Jesus. Can’t a girl get an orgasm around here?
He reaches into my back pocket and retrieves the phone. Glancing at it, he says, “It’s Avery. Take it. I’ll have a shower.”
I watch his ass until I can’t see it anymore.
“Avery, this better be good. I was about to be fucked in ways I can’t even begin to imagine.”
“Shit, sorry. I’ll be quick—”
“No, it’s good. Luke’s gone to have a shower, so tell me whatever it is.”
“I just wanted to tell you that this dude came into the bar last night and I got chatting with him. Turns out he’s a writer for a TV show in Hollywood, out here on holiday. He seemed into me, so I took the opportunity to show him your book that I had on my phone, the one you never submitted. At first, he wasn’t really interested in looking at it, but I begged him to just read one chapter at least.” She pauses for a moment and when she speaks again, I hear the excitement in her voice. “Babe, he read five chapters and then gave me his email for you to contact him. He loved it.”
I reach for the railing again as the world spins around me. My heart picks up its pace. “Really?” It’s a dumb question, but my self-doubt takes over and I can’t bring myself to believe this.
“Yes, really! I’m going to text you his details. You need to promise me you’ll email him.”
I’ve never heard back from any of the submissions I’ve made so far, so I have no experience with this kind of excitement, but I feel like I might explode out of my skin. At the same time, I try like hell to keep calm. This may lead nowhere, so I need to keep my hope in check. “I will. I promise. Thank you so much for doing that.”
“Callie! Why the fuck aren’t you screaming right now?”
“Trust me, I want to. But there’s no point getting excited over something that may never eventuate into anything.”
“You kill me sometimes, babe. I’m taking you out to celebrate, because even if this lead goes nowhere, it’s an acknowledgement. And it means something. I’ve got tomorrow night off, and I’m not accepting no for an answer.”
My heart squeezes with love. Avery’s support means so much. “Okay. I promise I’ll scream with excitement tomorrow night.”
She chuckles. “Right, well, now I’ll let you go so you can scream with excitement over there. Sorry for cutting in on your sexy time.”
“It was totally worth it. I love you.”
“Love you, too. I’ll see you tomorrow night.”
I pad into Luke’s bedroom after ending the call. The shower is still running and I decide to join him. After I’ve stripped out of my clothes, I enter his en suite. He has some space in here, which I love. It’s a stark contrast to his bland bedroom—mostly grey marble with a touch of white. A long vanity with two sinks stretches along one wall, meeting the shower at one end and a spa bath at the other end.