Tangled Hearts (Passion in Paradise) (14 page)

Groaning into her neck
as he felt her delicate hand slither between them to cup his arousal through
his jeans, he gently captured her wrist and pulled her hand away before lifting
his head to stare into her passion dazed eyes.  He’d fantasized about this
moment… having her willing and ready beneath him.  But no fantasy he’d ever had
prepared him for the reality of feeling her body writhing against his as she
tried to reach for his dick.  While the fantasy had been good, the reality… it
was out of this world.  The simple truth was that his fantasy and reality had
collided, and he was in heaven 

“Nuh uh,” he grunted,
lifting her hand to his lips and kissing it gently.  “This time is about you. 
I won’t fuck you when you’ve been drinking, babe, but I’ve got no problem with
the idea of making your body sing for me.  You just lie there and enjoy,” he
ordered huskily before devouring her mouth for another openly carnal kiss while
he tugged her tank top up over her torso.  Breaking their kiss long enough to
pull the fabric over her head, he threw it to the side with one hand before
re-focusing his attention on her.

Beneath him, Melody
laid, still and compliant, clad only in her pajama bottoms, her naked breasts
bared to his ravenous eyes.  God, she was gorgeous, laid out before him, all
rosy skin and soft eyes.  Cupping her gorgeous tits in his hands, he squeezed
gently, dragging a low, needy cry from Melody’s lips.  “So fuckin’ pretty,” he
declared hoarsely as his thumbs found the stiff points of her dusky reddish
brown nipples.  “Like fat little strawberries just waiting to be plucked,
Melody.  Are you gonna taste as good as you look, baby?”

Melody swallowed hard. 
“There’s really only one way to know,” she breathed as his hot tongue curled
around one distended nipple, dampening the flesh and making her shiver.

“Fuck,” Cal cursed on a
low growl, slipping one of his legs between Melody’s as he licked at the supple
flesh.  “You taste like innocence, Princess.  Sweet, sweet innocence,” he
muttered against her breast before sucking the peak between his lips and
suckling.

Melody keened, her back
arching off the carpet as she pushed her breast deeper into Cal’s mouth, her
pussy riding his muscled thigh as the ache between her legs heightened.  “Cal?”
she whispered, biting her lower lip as he released her nipple and his gaze
slowly moved up her mostly bare body to meet her eyes.  “I could touch you,
too,” she offered shakily as she rubbed her throbbing pussy against him, riding
his thigh the way her body yearned to ride his cock.

“Not yet, sweetheart. 
You’re not ready for us to go there,” Cal rumbled, moving from one breast to
the other and circling her areola with his tongue.  “We’re just gonna play a
little this afternoon and help you find some relief for all that tension you’ve
endured today.  Lift your ass for me, Sweetness,” he murmured as he dropped a
path of kisses from between her breasts to her belly.  Hooking his fingers in
the elastic of her pajama pants, he eased them slowly down her legs, taking her
panties with them as he stripped her. 

Staring down at her
neatly trimmed cunt, Cal released a low moan.  He shouldn’t have been surprised
that her pussy was as pretty as the rest of her.  Mostly bare plump lips with
just the tiniest little dark landing strip taunted him, daring him to bend and
investigate the secrets she held within her.  He could see she was aroused, her
folds already shiny and damp with her feminine dew.  Christ, she even smelled
good, her sensual musk only making him hungrier for a bite of her.  “Damn,
Princess,” he rumpled, his voice deepening, “I’m gonna lick you clean.”

He heard Melody gasp as
he used his thumbs to part her swollen, lips.  Blowing gently on her exposed flesh,
he smiled as her hips automatically lifted, searching for his touch.  “You want
my tongue, Sweetness?  You need me to lick up all this cream for you?” he
asked, pressing an open mouthed kiss to the inside of her right thigh.  “That
what you want?”

“Oh, Cal,” Melody
whined, growing more restless as he hooked her thighs over his broad shoulders
and settled between her legs.  “Please, do it to me,” she begged, reaching down
with one hand to scratch her fingers through Cal’s closely cropped hair.

“Do what, Melody?  Say
it, baby,” Cal replied huskily.  “You tell me what you want and I’ll make it
happen,” he promised, using one thumb to brush her swollen clit.  Nobody had to
tell him that she was new to asking for what she wanted.  Hell, that jackass
she’d been with had probably expected her to settle for whatever he offered
her.  Not him, though.  Hell, no.  Call would give this sexy, sensual woman
anything she wanted.

But only
after
she asked him for it.

“Come on, Princess,” he
whispered, nipping the inside of her left thigh with his teeth as his thumb
drew tight circles against her hardened pink clit.  “All you gotta do is give
me the words and I’ll make this sweet sinful body hum.”

Breathing harder as she
lifted her head to look down her body at him, Melody licked her lips.  “L-lick
me, Cal.  Please,” she whimpered.  “Lick my pussy.”

“That’s my girl,” Cal
growled in approval, offering her a wicked smile.  Keeping his eyes on hers,
Cal slowly extended his tongue, flicking it deliberately against her throbbing
nub.  Her high pitched cry of pleasure was music to his ears as her head
dropped back on her neck, her long hair dragging the floor as she rocked her
hips higher, trying to coax his tongue into moving faster while her tangy
flavor exploded on his tongue.

“Oh, fuck!  Cal!” she
moaned, her own hands going to her breasts, twisting her own nipples as his
tongue lapped at her folds. 

Groaning deeply as her
flavor coated his tongue, he slid two fingers inside her pussy, hooking them as
he searched for her g-spot.  He knew he’d found that patch of nerves when her
scream bounced off the walls and her pussy sucked at his fingers greedily. 
“Yeah, baby, that’s the spot, isn’t it?” he breathed, moving his fingers in a
come hither motion that seemed to drive her wild before bending to suck her
clit back into his mouth.

“Cal, I can’t handle
it,” she gasped as tremors wracked her curvy, petite body.  Digging her nails
into his shoulders, she threw her head back as he hummed a response against her
core, the gentle vibrations only making her more desperate for release beneath
him.

“You can take it,
Melody,” he soothed, the gentleness of his deep voice at odds with the hard
thrusts of his fingers as he fucked in and out of her drenched cunt.  “Fuck,
you’re beautiful,” he growled as he dropped his gaze to watch her pussy envelop
his fingers while her engorged clit throbbed in time with her quickening
pulse.  “Reach for it, Princess,” his rich voice coaxed as he used his thumb to
strum her clit while he pumped his fingers deeply within her. 

“Oh, God, God, God! 
Cal, it’s so good, but I feel like I’m coming apart,” she panted, her hips
churning as she met each surge of his fingers with a twist of her pelvis.  “Oh,
fuck,” she gasped when his tongue flicked against the tight bead of her clit
again, “I’m gonna cum!  Cal, I’m…I’m…”

He heard her words
trail off as a shriek of completion echoed through the room as a burst of her
juices flooded his mouth.  Groaning at the heady taste, he gripped her hip with
one hand as she rode his face, chasing her orgasm.  Fuck, she burned hot at her
peak, he thought as he continued to lick and suck at her folds, claiming every
last trace of her essence as his reward.   Ignoring his own throbbing dick, he
pressed one last lingering kiss to her flushed female flesh before licking and
nipping a path back up her body to reach her lips.  Kissing her gently, he
shared her own unique flavor with her as his tongue twined around hers,
delighting in her low moan of approval.  Most of the women he’d been with had
hated to taste themselves on his lips, but Melody couldn’t seem to get enough,
pressing her body closer to his as she sucked on his tongue.  “Fuck, you’re a
firecracker, baby.  You burn hot and bright.  Makes a man proud when he can do
that for his woman.  Proves what I’ve known all along.  You’re fuckin’ mine,
Melody Reardon,” he murmured between slow, seductive kisses.

Melody inhaled a shaky
breath when he finally pulled back enough to let her breathe.  Staring at him
with dazed eyes, she shook her head.  “I can’t believe we just…I just….oh my
God
,
Callum!  What did we just do?” she asked frantically as the weight of what
they’d done together began to dawn on her.  “I acted like a… a….”

“Careful, Princess,”
Cal warned, coming up on an elbow to lean over her prone body.  “Don’t say
something that’s gonna piss me off.  You acted like a healthy, red-blooded
woman.”

“But I…I don’t do
things like this!” 

He could clearly see
where orgasmic bliss had been on her face before, panic now replaced it as she
quickly sat up and lunged for her discarded tank top.   Catching the material
in his hand before her fingertips could grip it, he held it out of her reach as
he met her frantic eyes.  “Hey, calm down and talk to me.  What things like
this don’t you do?”

“You know!” she yelled,
reaching for her just-out-of-reach tank. 

“No, I don’t know,” he
denied calmly.

“I don’t mess around
with men I’m not in a relationship with, Cal!  I’m not easy,” she pled, shaking
her head as she finally managed to snag her top and quickly slid it over her
naked breasts before turning to look for her underwear.

Cal chuckled, drawing a
death glare from Melody as she shoved one leg into her brief panties.  “Babe,
the very last thing I’d ever think of you is that you’re easy.  Melody, you are
anything BUT.  And babe, I just had my tongue shoved deep in your sweet little
honey pot,” he continued, gripping her hips to steady her when she would have
toppled over while shoving her legs back into her pajama pants, “I think it’s
safe to say we
are
in a relationship.   We might not have defined its
limits and made up the rules for it yet, but we’re most
definitely
in
one,” he assured her, drawing her back until her spine rested against his
chest.  “Now, take a deep breath for me before you hyperventilate.”

Cal smiled against
Melody’s temple as she sagged against him and obeyed his order.  “Good girl,”
he murmured, dropping a kiss over the love bite he’d left on her flesh
earlier.  “You feeling better,” he asked a long minute later.

“Depends.  Can we never
talk about this again?” she asked hopefully, lifting a shaky hand to push a
wayward strand of hair out of her face.

“What do you think,
Princess?” he rumbled, nipping the shell of her ear in warning.

“I think I’m fucked,”
Melody muttered grumpily.

“Not yet, but if you
play your cards right, that’ll happen real soon,” he promised with a dark
whisper.  “Now,” he went on, gripping her hips to steer her toward the sofa,
“I’ve got one last question to ask before we put a period on our little game
earlier.  You answer my question, and I’ll spend the rest of the afternoon and
all day tomorrow being your own personal Yuletide decorating elf.”  Tugging her
down to sit beside him, he wrapped an arm around Melody’s shoulders and pulled
her against him.  “Melody, what did that asshole say to you on the phone
earlier to send you running scared?”

“He didn’t scare me,”
Melody muttered, trying to dismiss him by climbing back to her feet.

“Bullshit,” Cal
snapped, catching the back of her pants and pulling her back down beside him. 
“You were shaking, Mel.  He terrified you.  Now, I wanna know what he said.”

“Honestly, he didn’t
say anything I haven’t already heard him say.  It was just more… menacing this
time.  He definitely isn’t accustomed to me standing up for myself.  I don’t
guess I can blame his confusion.  For years, Brad steered our relationship.  He
was the one in the driver’s seat.  Now that I’ve pushed him out of the
metaphorical car…he’s at a loss.   I don’t think he knows
how
to handle
it. At any rate, after he denied the past couple of weeks of hang-ups I’ve been
getting…”

“Yeah, ‘bout that. 
Don’t think I’m letting you get away with anything there.  Your penchant for
keeping important secrets from me is a subject that you and me are gonna
revisit later,” he interjected in a deadly serious tone.

“Whatever, Cal.  He
denies it was him.  On the other hand, Brad also denied that he and I are
broken up.  He says we’re on a break.  And honest to God, I think he really
believes that.  It’s like he’s taken up residence in the land of self-delusion
about us.”

“Fuck that noise,” Cal
swore, his jaw clenching.  “There’s one thing that little maggot needs to be
concerned about right now, and that’s the fact that if he doesn’t cut this shit
out, his forwarding address is gonna be the county morgue.  If that bastard breaks
that restraining order one more time...”

Melody made an annoyed
sound as she glared at him.  “Did you wanna hear from me about what happened or
plan a hit on Brad?”

“I don’t see why I
can’t do both,” Cal proclaimed grouchily.

“Look, I think what
took me by surprise today is that Brad didn’t sound like the man I’ve known.  I
mean, he’s always been vaguely condescending, but today…he was
threatening
.”