“I love the way you taste,” he murmured against her lips. “I can’t get enough.”
Neither could she.
He bent and scooped her up in that romantic gesture she’d only seen on TV or read in books. And when he sat her on the edge of his desk, she grinned up at him.
“We never make it to a bed.”
He smiled. “I have six bedrooms and they’re all too far away.”
Callie looped her good arm around his shoulders and gripped his neck as she slid her body forward, closer to his. She wanted him so badly. She’d never felt this way before. Never known she could lose control so quickly or fall so hard for one man.
But there was no lying to herself anymore. The way he looked at her, cared for her and cherished her made her realize she was totally in love with Noah Foster.
The thought terrified her. Could she seriously risk her heart, her emotional state, on another dream that might not come true?
But for right now, she wanted him and she would take what she could get.
“Condom?” she asked.
He rested his forehead against hers. “In my bedroom.”
She bit her lip and said, “I’m clean, Noah. I’ve only been with two people other than you and I’ve always used protection. Plus, I have an IUD.”
His lips pressed to hers. “I’ve always used protection, too, but this is your call.”
Without using words, she gave him her answer when she locked her ankles around his back. As he drove into her, he slid one hand behind her back and another hand beneath her hair, bringing her mouth to his.
Their bodies moved so beautifully together, Callie knew this man was the one for her. Perfection didn’t happen with anything in life, but this coming together was as near to perfect as she could get.
With her ankles secure behind him, she arched farther, pulling him deeper and moaning into his mouth as her climax edged closer.
Noah’s body quickened as he tore his mouth free. He rested his forehead against hers and their gazes locked for a second. In his eyes she saw not the pain that usually hid there, but something deeper. Something she doubted he knew he felt.
For that one brief second, she saw love.
Callie’s body quivered as she let her orgasm roll through her. Noah’s body tightened with hers and he squeezed his eyes shut.
He might not want to admit or even acknowledge what had just happened or what he’d been feeling, but Callie knew in her heart that Noah was falling for her. Now she just had to make sure whatever hell his past kept him in didn’t break either of them.
Thirteen
Callie felt like a little girl again. As she pulled her rental car into the drive of her Kansas home, all her childhood memories flooded her.
Sure enough, a giant blue tarp covered the roof at the end of the house, right over where her bedroom used to be. Of course that was where the roof would choose to blow off. Fate wasn’t being kind lately and this was just par for the course.
Mentally, Callie gave fate the one-fingered salute and laughed—it was either that or cry at the image of rainwater filling her bedroom, making even her past life a mess.
As she exited the car, her mother and father came out onto the porch and all that worry with the roof, with the accident and the lost movie part were pushed to the back of her mind. She’d missed them. Even though she hadn’t grown up with the best of everything, her parents had always been there. Even when she’d felt fat and like an outcast, her parents had urged her to better herself, always seeing the brighter side of her.
Callie dropped her bag on the ground beside the steps and reached for her mother with her left arm. When her father moved in for a hug on her right side, Callie stepped back.
“Sorry, I’m still a little sore from the broken collarbone.” She tried to smile, but both her parents zeroed in on her cheek. “It’s not as bad as it looks. Just healing kind of ugly.”
Her mother teared up. “Oh, baby. I’m so sorry you were hurt.”
Callie waved it off because she did not come home for pity; she came to help and that was precisely what she’d concentrate on.
“I’m fine. Really. Noah has plans to fix this once it’s ready for surgery.” Not that he could make her perfect again, but she doubted her parents knew that. “So, what’s the cost of the roof going to be?”