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  “Fuck,” he snarls, breaking the kiss but keeping his face close to mine, staring at me with passion flaring in his wolfish eyes. “I need to taste you, Callie. I need to taste that sweet tight hole.”

  I whimper and nod, barely aware of what I’m doing, desperate only to sink deeper into the pleasure. I’ve never done anything like this before, but something deep inside of me tells me to be quiet, not to tell him about my inexperience.

  But what if this goes too far? What if it all spins out of control and I’m left with the prospect of disappointing him?

  He groans, his breath whispering over me, as he forcefully presses his lips against mine again. “Say yes, Callie. Tell me you want me to eat your soaked little pussy.”

  “Please,” I whimper, trembling against him. “Take me, Conrad.”

  Take me.

  It’s a poor choice of words because it could mean fuck me, make love to me, and I’m not sure if I can do that. But then I can’t sink any deeper into anxiety.

  Grumbling like a bear about to devour a meal, he slides down the bed, his hands all over me. He grabs my PJ shorts and yanks them down roughly, making me gasp at his force, at the absolute undeniable need coursing through him.

  He pulls my shorts down my ankles, throwing them to the floor, and then leans back. I stare down at him as he grips onto my thighs, gazing up at me with eyes brimming with a thousand unvoiced desires.

  “You are so, so, so fucking wet. Do you always get this wet, you horny girl?”

  I bite my lip and shake my head, my body screaming with the need to feel him, my clit yelling at me to make it happen.

  “Don’t worry, baby girl.” He smirks, kissing up my inner thigh, sending fireworks exploding over my belly and coiling around my limbs. “I can tell how badly you need to cream for me.”

  His kisses are hot promises against my thighs, getting closer and closer to my sex. His hands make deeper impressions on my skin. It’s like he’s fighting the urge to throw me across the bed, roughly bend me over and drive himself inside of me.

  And then his mouth makes contact with my sex, boiling sensations exploding inside of me as he drags his tongue from my hole to my clit. He flickers against my bud, growling as he moves forward, taking the needy nub in his mouth and sucking on it.

  I can’t do anything apart from rock with him, driven by the lust scorching through me, bucking and writhing as he works his tongue even faster.

  “You taste fucking perfect,” he growls, smoothing his hands around to my hips, and then wedging them under the bed and grabbing my ass. He digs fingers into my flesh, squeezing possessively. “Fuck, you like that, don’t you, you horny thing?”

  “Yes, yes,” I gasp, hardly able to form any other words, hardly able to see as tears of pure pleasure flood my eyes. “Oh, God…”

  He pushes his face against my pussy, opening his mouth and licking and sucking me so I can’t feel any individual sensation anymore.

  All I’m conscious of is the heat and the tingling pressure of his mouth and tongue, my clit feeling like it’s going to explode and send euphoric sensations tearing through me.

  “Oh, oh,” I whimper, shuddering, my heart slamming against my rib cage. “I’m going to…”

  And then everything pauses like the world stops spinning. My moans turn hollow and I can’t draw in enough air. My legs buckle and I begin to vibrate like there’s a bomb going off inside of me, exploding over and over.

  “Ah, ah,” I gasp, as Conrad attacks my clit with more speed, more ferocity, his tongue blazing across it.

  The orgasm erupts in my belly and shudders through me, my sex pulsing, intense pressure flooding me as wetness slides out of me.

  Conrad growls and tightens his grip on my ass, sinking his fingers in hard enough I know he’s going to leave a mark.

  But I don’t care.

  No, I want him to leave a mark. My body sings at the idea.

  Brand me, Conrad. Make me yours.

  I grind my hips up and down, shifting my sex against his mouth, as the last euphoric pulsations of the orgasm flutter through me.

  I’m left flat on my back, panting for mercy, unable to believe what just happened. We really did that. My whole body is alight, glowing, as though telling me that nothing is ever going to be the same again.

  “Fucking hell.” Conrad leans back, staring at me with his lips shining. “You have no idea how sexy you look, you sound, you smell when you cream for me. What do you think, baby? Is your hole ready?”

  He smooths his hand up toward my sex, slipping a finger inside of me.

  “You feel ready.”

  He moves his finger around in small circles, tempting me to tell him, yes, to scream yes, I’m ready. I can take him.

  But I can’t stop the anxious voice inside of me from hissing it’s too fast. I’m going to disappoint him.

  I’m going to ruin everything.

  “No.” I gasp. “Please, Conrad… just, just no.”

  He slides his finger out of me, leans back, and stares, confused. “No? Why? I can feel how badly your body wants it, Callie.”

  “I do, I do.” I breathe heavily, sitting up, suddenly aware of my exposed sex, suddenly aware of how insane this is.

  “I’ve already done more than I ever have,” I tell him. “It’s so much and I don’t want to disappoint you and…”

  And the panties, I almost say, but something holds me back, perhaps the desire not to make this messier then it already is.

  “Disappoint me?” He narrows his eyes. “What are you talking about? You could never disappoint me.”

  I laugh without humor, shifting my legs. It’s like I’ve been split down the middle, one half of me crying out for his touch, his lust, his desire, his possessiveness – crying out to put the anxiety aside and throw myself at him, and take every sizzling inch of him inside of me.

  But there’s another part of me that can hardly believe this is happening, that can’t believe I’ll be able to take him, to please him.

  And that’s the part that bellows the loudest, deafening.

  “I could,” I whisper.

  “What is it?” he snaps. “Tell me, Callie.”

  “I’m sorry.”

  He laughs gruffly, shaking his head. “Don’t be sorry. Just tell me what’s going on.”

  “I’m…” I lick my lips, trying to think of a way to delay this, but nothing comes to mind. “I’m…”

  “Callie.” He grips my thigh, leaning forward, staring at me with burning blue flames in his eyes. “Tell me.”

  “I’m a virgin.”

  Chapter Nine

  Conrad

  Her words bounce around inside of me, ricocheting and exploding and going in a hundred different directions. Something inside of me howls, a primal and beastly force, and before I know it I’m laughing like a madman.

  I stand up and laugh, as the relief sears through me, as the joy of this moment hums and burns inside of me, the word repeating itself like a promise.

  Virgin, virgin, virgin.

  I can’t remember the last time so much relief washed through me, not even at work when I’ve completed a particularly difficult operation.

  “Hey.” She glares, sitting up and grabbing the blanket, putting it around her legs to hide her nakedness. “Freaking heck, Conrad. There’s no reason to laugh at me.”

  I rush over to her, realizing my mistake. Kneeling next to the bed, I take her hands in mine, staring firmly into her eyes so she can feel the possessive ownership in my gaze, so she can sense the all-consuming desire to claim her inside of me.

  “I’m not laughing at you, Callie,” I tell her.

  “Then why are you laughing?”

  “Because I can’t believe how lucky I am. Because I can’t believe that, after so many years waiting, you’re so perfect.”

  She gasps and tilts her head at me. In the semidarkness, she looks somehow more vulnerable, like any second a dark could swallow her up. That triggers something inside of me, a
protective impulse so strong that it has me ready to kill any bastard foolish enough to try and hurt my woman.

  “I don’t understand,” she whispers.

  “Callie.” I squeeze her hand harder, hoping she can feel through my touch what I can’t tell her with my word. “I need to make something clear.”

  “What?”

  I smirk. “I’m not insane, okay? At least, no more than any other surgeon. But I’ve got complete control of my faculties. I’m not a crazy person.”

  She giggles, despite the clear nervousness written across her features. “Yeah, I can see you’re not crazy. But what does that have to do with laughing at me?”

  “What I’m going to tell you will sound insane. It will sound like I’ve completely lost my mind.”

  She sits up, running her thumb over my knuckles, tilting her head as skepticism takes hold of her perfect features now. “Okay…”

  “When I first saw you,” I growl, unable to hold it back anymore, “I knew I had to claim you. I knew I had to make you mine. All my damn life, I’ve been waiting for the woman who would ignite something in me, who would make me feel something, anything other than cold. I was waiting for the impossible, my dad said, my friend said, I was waiting for a woman who didn’t exist. But then I found her – I found you. You crashed into my life.”

  She whimpers at the reminder of how we met.

  “Your mine now.”

  Perhaps I should take it slower, lay the groundwork first, but I can’t stop myself from giving her the whole truth.

  I can’t stop myself from tearing open my soul and sharing what’s inside.

  “Do you understand? You belong to me. For the rest of your life. You are mine. No other man ever gets to touch you. No other man ever gets to be with you or even think about being with you. I’ll fight and bleed and kill to protect you, to protect our family… our family because that’s what we’re going to have. I’m going to fill your young fertile body with children, lots of children, enough to fill our home with laughter and happiness and hope.”

  I stop, panting heavily, realizing I might’ve gone too far. I planned to tell her how I felt, but not on unleashing myself like that, on exploding with all the primal force of my claim.

  Maybe I should’ve taken it slower if her facial expression is any indicator.

  She stares at me with her mouth hanging open, her eyes filled with too many conflicting emotions. It’s like there’s a fading sun inside of her, flaring to life one minute and then threatening to supernova the next. I don’t know what’s going on inside of my woman, my woman, and it bothers me.

  “Callie?” I murmur gruffly, as she just stares at me, saying nothing.

  “Is this a trick?” she whispers after a moment. “A game? A joke?”

  I flinch. “What?”

  “Just answer the question.” There’s a warble in her voice as she pulls her hand away, folding her arms. “Because surely you can see how unbelievable this is.”

  “How?” I snap.

  She waves her hand, glaring at me, her eyebrows furrowed. Despite the rage now clear in her eyes, I can’t help but admire her sassiness, admire the fire the burns inside of her, telling me our children are going to be strong and self-assured.

  Her sassiness blazing through her shyness like the sun blossoming from behind thick clouds.

  “Because look at you and look at me,” she hisses. “You’re an experienced freaking… just look at you. You could be on the cover of a magazine.”

  I smirk. “I guess by experienced, you mean old?”

  “No, no, no,” she says firmly. “I mean experienced. I like our age gap, actually.”

  “How old are you?” I ask.

  “Twenty. And you?”

  “Forty-three.” I let out a husky breath. “Are you sure I’m not too ancient for you?”

  She giggles, which was my plan all along – to make her laugh, to push her sadness aside. “No, not even close. That’s not what I’m trying to say at all. I like that you’re older, more experienced, able to help me, guide me through life… but…”

  “But what?”

  She groans. “Can’t you see how unbelievable this is from my point of view? We only met earlier today and I’m not exactly the sort of woman men just fall for.”

  “Good,” I snarl. “Because the thought of another man touching you, being with you, it makes me sick. It makes me want to hunt down this mystery man and make him pay. So I’m glad you haven’t got a bunch of men out there, gunning for you.”

  She blinks, as though fighting back tears. “But then why do you want me?”

  I reach across, my chest tight at the note of sadness in her voice. It’s like she can’t possibly accept how beautiful she is, how curvy and sassy and appealing in every damn way.

  “Because everything inside of me, every instinct, is roaring at me to claim you.”

  “But look at you.” She shakes her head firmly. “And look at me. You’re ripped, muscular as hell, handsome. You’re rich. You’re a surgeon. You must have women throwing themselves at you all the time.”

  I look closely at her, wondering if she’s talking about the pink bundle Alexis left on my door handle. My gut tightens and part of me roars to tell her, but if she doesn’t know there’s no reason to muddy her mind with all that mess. She doesn’t deserve to be weighed down by it.

  “I don’t want anyone else,” I growl. “I only want you. Forever. I swear on my dead mother you’re the only woman I want. I swear on my dead mother this isn’t a trick, a game, anything like that. I fucking swear, Callie, so please stop doubting this. It’s happening. I need you.”

  I reach forward and cradle her face in my hands, looking firmly into her eyes.

  “This isn’t a game. This is happening. I can’t explain it. But it’s happening.”

  She swallows, and then reaches up and touches my hand. “Promise?”

  “Promise.”

  “Good.” She lets out a shaky breath. “Because I feel the same, Conrad. I felt the same the second I saw you. I’ve been having all these crazy feelings, all these crazy fantasies. It’s like…”

  She giggles, the most adorable sound, and her eyes light up temptingly.

  “What?” I urge.

  “It’s like my womb is talking to me.” She shakes her head. “How insane is that? But it’s what it feels like, like there’s this force inside of me, urging me to have your babies. I can’t explain it.”

  I smirk. “Neither can I. But it doesn’t stop it from being real, does it?”

  She whimpers and shakes her head. “No, it doesn’t. But I’m sorry, Conrad. I don’t think I can do – you know – that tonight.”

  I chuckle and slide my hand down to her shoulder, giving her a squeeze. I have to chuckle or the beast inside of me will force me to leap on her, ignoring her desire to wait.

  I’ll tear the blanket from her and bend her over, slamming into that tight heat as her round luscious cheeks jiggle and shake for me.

  “You can say it,” I tell her. “Sex. It’s okay.”

  She averts her gaze, a cute-as-fuck pout on her lips. “I don’t think I can. I know it’s silly. Do you think maybe…”

  “What?” I growl.

  She flinches, as though the force of my voice reverberates through her. “Do you think we could lie down for a while, maybe? This has been one heck of a long day. But I don’t want to be apart from you.”

  I can read the message burning in her eyes – calling out to me.

  If you leave, I might start wondering if this was a trick again.

  “Come here,” I say, climbing onto bed with her, lying down, and pulling her into my arms.

  She lets out a breathy sigh and lays her cheek against my chest. And moans softly as I trail my fingers through her hair. “That feels nice.”

  I make a sound somewhere between an affirmation and a beast’s growl, hardly able to contain myself when I think about her exposed sex beneath the sheets.

  But I c
an’t let myself do anything else with her, not tonight, I have to respect my woman’s wishes.

  For now, it’s enough to be with her, listening to the sound of her breathing, knowing she feels the same impossible feelings burning endlessly inside me.

  Chapter Ten

  Callie

  His heartbeat pounds against my ear, the vibrations moving through me until it’s like my own heart joins the rhythm of his.

  I smile despite how surreal this all feels, despite the memory of the panties wrapped around the door, if they were panties. His words whisper through my mind, his claim on me, how badly he wants me.

  One sentence in particular thunders into me.

  I swear on my dead mother.

  “Conrad,” I whisper. “Are you asleep?”

  He chuckles, causing a smile to touch my lips.

  “I can’t sleep when I’m lying next to you, Callie.”

  A joke rises up inside of me, a note of banter. Part of me wants to fight it down, my anxiety telling me he’ll laugh at me and not in the way I want. But then I find myself saying it away, blurting it out.

  “That’s going to make the rest of our lives difficult, Conrad.”

  He laughs again, deeper this time, as his fingers make tingling patterns in my hair. The sensation slinking from my scalp all over my body, pricking my neck, my breasts, my everything.

  “Do you believe me now then?” he teases.

  I cuddle closer to him, praying this isn’t a dream, that I won’t wake up in my crappy apartment on a lumpy couch with that awful music pounding through the walls.

  “Yeah, I think so. It’s what you said. About your mom.”

  “When I swore on her?”

  I nod, knowing he can feel the up-and-down movement against his chest.

  He sighs. “She died when I was a child, a botched surgery. She was only supposed to have her ACL repaired but somebody fucked up, fucked up bad, and… That’s why I wanted to become a surgeon.”

  His voice has taken on a dark quality, as though he’s become momentarily lost in the past.

  “I wanted to make sure that nothing like that ever happened again. It’s what shaped me, sharpened me like a scalpel. It’s all I thought about, all I dreamt about, for years. And maybe…”