I tug his hair, bringing him back to my lips. “I think about you.”
His brown eyes are like the inside of a volcano ready to erupt. “What am I doing?”
“Kissing me,” I say between panting breaths.
“Where?”
“Down there.”
“Baby, I wish I could taste you now.”
“Cal.”
His lips crash against mine, and he takes possession of my mouth. I’m so hot and sticky. I need to stop this before I’m begging him to take me right here.
“Don’t forget to put your train ticket back in your pocket.”
He picks the ticket from the table and opens his wallet. The business card from earlier is on display, covering the picture of his girls in the clear window.
Victoria Pimperton, Beauty Sales Representative.
Even her name oozes sex appeal. I must stare at the card for a beat too long as Cal pulls it out and tears it up into little pieces, then slides open the top window, releasing the tiny bits of card.
I watch as they scatter to the wind, much like our fleeting relationship. “You didn’t have to do that.”
“I wasn’t gonna call her, so it makes no difference to me. And now you won’t picture us together.”
“Cal. You can go with her. I’m not blind. I could see how attractive she was. If not her, then it will be someone else. Even if I wasn’t married, I can’t compete.”
“It’s them who can’t compete with you. Nobody can replace you, Steph. Nobody knew me when I was five years old, only you. The stuff we shared is only with you. Nobody else can compete with that. I’ve heard you talk some shit before, but if you think I prefer anyone over you because you think they’re better looking or slimmer, you must think I’m really shallow.”
“I just know that you can have any girl or woman you want, so obviously you’re going to choose to be with someone equally attractive.”
“You’re wrong again. I can’t have any woman I want. If I could, I’d already have you.”
“Cal.”
His tongue darts between my lips, filling the void, dancing and swelling in a tangle of love and need.
The tannoy dings, announcing the next stop.
“I guess I best get off here.”
He kisses me again with urgency, his tongue stiff, rough, and intoxicating. I drink him in, knowing I’ll never feel this much passion in a man for the rest of my life. His arms tighten around my body, crushing my breath against his chest as he takes what belongs to him and I take what’s mine.
The tannoy dings again, and I know our time is limited as the train slows to a halt.
He tears himself away, pulling my lip with him between his teeth. Holding my face in his hands, he gazes into my eyes. “I love you, baby.”
“I love you, Cal.”
“Do you have any money to get home?”
“No, but I have my credit card.”
He opens his wallet again, flicking through a wad of notes, some Australian money and some English. He separates the two and hands me a wad of twenties. “Get a taxi back to your car.”
“It’s fine. I have my credit card.”