The Resolution of Callie & Kayden(28)

‘You didn’t upset me. I promise.’ And it’s the truth. Right now, my mind is moving a million miles an hour, my body totally running on some sort of adrenaline high and I want to keep going, keep doing new things with Kayden, make every moment count, just like I’m always saying.

Before he can work up another protest, I slip my hand from his hold and flick another button loose on his shirt. I continue my way down it until I’ve got them all undone, then he slips the plaid shirt off and chucks it on the backseat. I’m about to reach for the hem of the T-shirt he’s wearing to take that off, too, when he leans toward the passenger side and turns the key so the battery clicks on and heat blasts from the vents.

‘Trust me. You don’t want it being freezing in here. It might do weird things to my man parts,’ he jokes and then peels his T-shirt off while I giggle at his comment. He’s laughing as he reaches for the zipper of the jacket I have on and yanks it down. After he gets it off, he tugs the straps of my dress down enough that my bra is exposed. Then he jerks down the front of that, too, so my breasts hit the air.

Before I can even react to the somewhat still chilly air, his mouth is on me, sucking and nipping and driving my body mad. It’s amazing how, even after a year, he still makes me feel the same overwhelming excitement and vulnerability I felt the first time we were together. It never gets old, whether we’re in his bed or in the crammed seat of a car.

My head tips back as he continues to devour me with his mouth, moving back and forth between my breasts, only stopping when I’m on the verge of passing out from lack of oxygen. Then he undoes the button of his jeans and before I can even ask what he’s doing, he reaches up the bottom of my dress. I decide to help him out and lift my hips up, snorting a laugh when I bump my head on the roof. But all humor fades when he slides the edge of my panties aside and thrusts himself inside me.

It’s either the angle of my hips or the way my legs are bent, but he sinks in deep and I swear to God every one of my nerve endings explode as I gasp, clutching onto the back of the seat. It’s intense. No, beyond intense, to the point where I don’t think I can breathe.

‘Jesus,’ Kayden utters in a hoarse whisper as he grips at my waist from underneath my dress. ‘This feels …’

‘Amazing,’ I finish for him, then start rocking my hips, unable to hold still a second longer.

We move rhythmically, completely in sync with each other, like we were made for each other, which, in my opinion, we are. There is no one else in the world that will make me feel the way Kayden does. I will never trust anyone more. Never want to be with anyone as much. He’s it for me and I just hope that it’s the same way for him. That he wants to move in with me like he said. Be with me, maybe forever.





Chapter 12


#150 Rewrite Beautiful Words in Your Own Beautiful Way.



Kayden


‘That was …’ I can barely breathe, let alone finish the sentence. Not after that. Sex in a car with Callie. How the hell did a really shitty night turn into something so amazing? I’d been so upset about all the stuff with my dad and how it was making me feel so ugly inside. Plus, I’d had a relapse. I felt like I was sinking toward the bottom of despair and now I feel like I’m on cloud nine running on f*cking rainbows. But I don’t think it’s just the sex; it’s the memories that are doing it to me, too. Through all of the craziness and crappiness that’s happened, I’d somehow lost sight of all the good stuff that has happened and is still happening.

‘I must be good if I’m making you speechless.’ She tries to be playful, but even through the dark I can still tell that she’s blushing by the way she turns her head and lets strands of hair fall into her face.

‘You’re perfect.’ I taste her lips one more time before I help her put her bra back into place, then the straps of her dress. She shivers as my fingers brush her shoulders and it makes me smile that my touch still does this to her after almost a year. ‘You always are.’

She smiles as she hops back into the driver’s seat so I can put my shirt back on. ‘I feel like I’m high,’ she admits as she puts my jacket back on.

‘So you like being naughty,’ I tease as I button up my shirt.

Slipping her foot into her boot, she shrugs, but her lips threaten to turn upward. ‘Maybe.’

I want to tell her she’s adorable, but that’s kind of what started this whole thing to begin with. Okay, maybe I should call her it again. Hell, I need to start calling her it a lot more.