I’d never wanted cock in my mouth so much in my life. But now it was all I wanted, to feel myself choke on his size until my eyes were wet with tears. “I’m never too tired for that.”
We lay in his large bed, curled up under the sheets. The cold frost pressed against the windows and made us feel as if we were in a winter wonderland. It had snowed the day before, and fresh powder was on the sidewalks.
We didn’t need central heating because I had this large man beside me. Big and powerful, his body kept me warm and protected me from the cold. With him, I didn’t need clothes or shelter. I just needed Calloway.
“Can I ask you something?” I ran my hand up his chest and to his shoulder, feeling all the grooves of individual muscles.
“Yes.”
“When do you work out?” He never mentioned going to the gym, but I knew he must work out. There was no way a man could look like that without serious commitment. If not, then he really was a god.
“Early in the morning before work.”
That would explain why he never mentioned it. “I’ve been meaning to work out…but I’ve been saying that for years now and haven’t actually done anything.” I was too busy and too poor for a gym membership.
“Good thing you never eat,” he teased.
“I eat,” I argued. “Otherwise, I would be dead.”
“But you certainly don’t eat enough.” His hand slid over my flat stomach to my hip. “But I think your body is still sexy.”
“Really? I’m not a fan of my legs.”
“Why?”
“They’re too skinny. They remind me of chicken legs.”
“Do some squats.”
“I’ll pass.” Getting hot and sweaty in a gym wasn’t my thing. I would never have the commitment to put my mind to it. Besides, everyone would stare at me because they would know I didn’t have a clue what I was doing. “I would rather squat on your face.”
His eyes immediately darkened at that comment, turning darker than the underworld. “That sounds like a perfect workout.”
“I agree.”
He pulled me closer then pressed a few kisses to my earlobe. I loved the feel of his heavy breathing amplified in my canal. I could feel his sexual desperation along with his restraint. And when his tongue moved across the sensitive area, it gave me chills.
I wanted to stay in his bed all night long, but I knew the outcome of the evening. Like every other night, I would have to leave. This time, I wouldn’t ask any questions about it. He obviously didn’t want to talk about it, and I wasn’t going to press the conversation. I knew he wasn’t sneaking around behind my back. He wasn’t that kind of person, and I knew he wouldn’t hurt me like that. He must have issues with space—and nothing more. “Can I ask you something?”
“Don’t ask if you can ask. Just ask.” His hand rested in the curve along my waist.
“Have you ever been in love?” Maybe he’d had a serious relationship with someone and it didn’t work out. He slept beside her every night until they had a nasty breakup, and he couldn’t sleep with anyone ever again. I wasn’t trying to be nosy. I really just wanted to know more about the man I was falling for.
“No.” His answer was cold and hard, as if there was no possibility he’d even been close to feeling that way for someone.
“Oh…” Now that my theory was wrong, I didn’t know what to think. “Have you had a serious relationship?” That answer must be no too.
“No.”
Now I didn’t know what to say.
“I was with someone shortly before you came along. But we weren’t in a relationship. We saw each other for a while, but there weren’t feelings there…like what we have.”
“How long?”
He hesitated before he answered. “A year.”
My jaw almost dropped. “You dated her for a year, but you were never serious?”
“Yeah. We were mostly monogamous fuck buddies.” There was no remorse on his face for what he was saying. And he didn’t seem to care about my opinion about it.
“Is that because you haven’t found the right person yet?” Calloway was handsome, wealthy, and compassionate. He could have whoever he wanted, and it shouldn’t be surprising that he was so emotionally unattached. He could do anything he wanted and get away with it.
“Possibly. But honestly, I’ve never been looking for something serious. Marriage and stuff like that aren’t really on my mind.” He watched my expression, seeing my eyes dart back and forth in stress. “I know that’s not something you want to hear, but I don’t want to lie to you.”
“So that means this has an expiration date?”
He closed his mouth like he wasn’t going to answer. “No, not necessarily. The idea of losing you terrifies me. I don’t want to wake up in the morning without knowing you’re mine. I know it’s soon, and we haven’t been dating long, but…I feel differently with you.”