When he dropped her on the sofa, she let out a little squeal. Divesting himself of his jeans and boxers, he didn’t take his eyes off her.

Monica reached around to unhook her bra.

“Leave it on.”

“Why?”

“Because you look fucking hot in it.”

“I look fucking hot out of it,” she said, a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth.

“That’s my line, and you absolutely do. Now leave it on.” He ripped the shirt over his head and kicked his trousers to the side. His cock jutted out, stiff and ready. When Monica’s eyes lowered to it, he reached out and gave it a stroke. “But take the knickers off.”

She pulled her gaze away from his shaft, her eyes darting over his face. Angling her gorgeous ass upward, she wiggled her panties over her hips, down her legs, and tossed them next to his jeans. Then she lay back against the tapestry pillows and placed her arms above her head.

For a moment, Cal thought he might come on the spot. Bold, exciting, thoroughly sensual—this was his Monica. She didn’t show this side of herself to anyone but him.

Cal bowed toward her and rubbed his hand along her thigh. Her breath faltered at his touch. His hand glided higher. Then he grabbed her legs and yanked her closer.

She half yelled, half laughed. “I didn’t see that coming.”

“Good. I like to keep you guessing.”

“I’ve noticed.”

He lightly pinched her hip before caressing her waist. Then, situating his hips between her legs, he planted his fists by her head as he held his weight off her. Cal’s cock bobbed between them, resting on her belly as his body skimmed hers. Her bra barely scratched his chest, but her nipples pebbled against his skin. “I’m in a bit of a quandary, love.”

She ran her short nails down his chest. God, that felt nice. “What’s your problem?”

“I’m trying to decide if I want to kiss you, taste you, or fuck you. Actually, I going to do all three—I’m simply pondering the order.” He lowered his head, his lips a mere whisper from hers. “What’s your opinion on the subject?”

She answered by grasping the sides of his face and kissing him. Weaving her hands through his hair, she thrust her tongue into his mouth at the same moment she wrapped one leg around his waist. Cal’s eyes drifted shut as he lowered his hips and ground his cock against her soft skin.

Monica tugged on his hair until he raised his head. “Kiss, taste, fuck.”

Cal ran his tongue over the seam of her lips. “Deal. But I get to decide when I’m done kissing you.”

Monica’s fingers wandered over his shoulders. “You drive a hard bargain.”

“I do.” He thrust his cock against her again while he nibbled at her lips, kissed the corner of her mouth. Monica moaned, tightening her leg around him in an effort to rub herself against his almost painful erection.

She turned her head to the side and gently bit down on his jaw. “Kiss me, damn it. Like you mean it.”

He leaned back. “Hungry for me, are you?” Her eyes narrowed in irritation, which made him smile. Then he kissed her properly, the way she liked.

She rewarded him by stroking her hands up and down his back, digging her nails along his spine. Monica knew what he liked too.

Cal lowered himself on top of her. He longed to fuck her, right now, like this—without a condom. But she was terribly conscientious about it. Another secret of hers—one he’d uncover eventually.

Softly, his lips coursed a path from her mouth to her neck, raking his teeth over the spot right below her ear. She gasped and bucked her hips against him. “More of that.”

He nipped her once more before trailing his mouth over her shoulder, down to the tops of her soft breasts. Taking another look at her tits through the fanciful fabric of her bra, he licked her nipple through the satin cup. He moved his hand from her waist to toy with her other breast and rubbed his thumb over her already hard nipple.

Monica’s breath turned choppy and uneven as he sucked even harder. “So good.”

He glanced up at her. “Like that, do you?” He snatched one bra strap, then the other, pushing them down her shoulders. The cups fell below her tits, framing them. Monica yanked her arms free, and when he latched onto one nipple, biting down ever so gently, she held his head in place.

“Calum. Calum.”

He liked hearing her say his full name. Was going to insist she use it more often.

He left her breast and kissed his way to her belly, using his tongue to swirl a pattern across her tender flesh. Monica’s leg became slack around his. Placing his hands on either side of her knees, he forced her thighs farther apart.

Monica propped herself up on her elbows and watched him. Only lust registered in her eyes. No worry, no doubt—just the same hot need that consumed him.

Trapping her gaze with his, he positioned his mouth at her pussy. With one lash of his tongue, he licked in between her plump folds, and his eyes drifted shut. “I love the way you taste, Monica Campbell. Sweet and salty and fucking delicious.”

He opened his eyes and watched her head drop back. “Calum.”

He sucked one of her smooth outer lips, using very little pressure. When he parted her with his hands, he lapped a circle around her clit. It was swollen and obviously sensitive, because she jumped when he flicked it. He loved eliciting responses from her, discovering what she liked, what made her gasp.

With his lips, Cal brushed light, feathery strokes up and down her slit. He fought hard not to lose himself in her taste, her silky texture, but he made sure he kept in tune with her, measuring her reaction, her breathing. She was panting now and close to coming, so he backed off a bit, applied less pressure.

“Cal. Calum. Please.”

His tongue darted inside her, fluttering up and down. She liked that too, and her breasts rose and fell rapidly.

“Don’t stop doing that,” she said.

He continued, reveling in her response, making her mindless with need. She yelled as she came a moment later.

Cal didn’t stop his movements, but kept up the pace, licking inside her. Another wave wracked her body, and she groaned, pulling at his hair. As that second orgasm rippled through her, Cal felt more powerful than he ever had.

After a long minute, Monica’s body went slack. She released her hold on him, and he eased away from her.

“Seriously fucking awesome,” she said, her eyes closed.

Cal stroked the side of her hip with one hand. “Don’t fall asleep. We’re not through.”

Her eyes drifted open, and she grinned. “Can I take my bra off yet?”

“No.” Cal moved off her, but came back a moment later. He held a condom in one hand as he pinched her nipple, then kissed the side of her neck and worked his way to her earlobe. He bit down, and Monica sighed with pleasure.

Cal positioned himself on top of her once more. Her body fidgeted under his. “Want me to put it on for you?”

Cal kissed her temple. “No, you’ll only torture me. And you’ll enjoy it.”

“Only a little, and you’ll enjoy it too.” Monica laughed, grabbed the foil packet out of his hand, and ripped it open.

Cal stole the condom back and rolled it on himself. She was still grinning as his gaze traveled over her face. “Where did those freckles come from?” Cal smoothed a finger above her eyebrow. “You’re never out in the sun.”

“I hate them.”

“They’re adorable.”

Monica framed his jaw with both hands, her smile becoming more wistful. She stroked her thumb over his lips and placed a tiny kiss on his chin. “What’s your middle name?”

His brows dipped as he stared at her. “Why?”

“Because I want to know.”

“George. Terribly sexy, I know.”

“Please fuck me, Calum George Hughes,” she said.

“So formal.” Cal adjusted his hips and slid inside her, but he didn’t thrust immediately. They stared at each other for a long moment. The late-afternoon sunshine slanted through the room, bathing her face in a warm glow. Monica Campbell was possibly the most beautiful woman he’d ever encountered, and he was lucky enough to be balls deep inside her.