Unfinished Ex (Calloway Brothers, #2)(42)

I ask Nicky, not knowing exactly where we stand.

“I…” She hesitates. “I should probably go.”

Her words sting, but I don’t try to stop her. “Yeah, sure.”

She gathers her things and heads for the door. What’s going to happen if she walks out? Last night was more than just devastating. It was the culmination of two years of regret, hopelessness, and sorrow. It was as amazing as it was agonizing. Suddenly, my heart pounds. I see a future without her, and it looks exactly like the last two years. Empty.

“Nicky, wait.” I run up behind her. Somehow, I feel if she walks out the door it will be like last night never happened. I need to know it did. I need to feel her lips on my skin, her hands on my body. I need it like I need air. “I know we did what we did last night because we were overcome by emotion.

But that doesn’t change the fact that I’m glad it happened. I’m not expecting anything. And I know we both have baggage now. But… fuck… I don’t want you to walk out that door.”

She turns, gazes at me, then drops her purse and satchel on the floor. We come together and kiss, my tongue sweeping into her mouth, needing everything she’ll give me, wanting everything she won’t.

I expect her to pull away. She doesn’t. I pick her up, and she latches her legs around me.

I whisper in her ear. “I want to do everything to you that we didn’t do last night.”

One word escapes her. “Yes.”

My room is dim. The sun isn’t fully up, and my shades are drawn. I put her down on the bed. She glances around. “Nothing’s changed much.”

“That’s not true.” I nod to the bathroom. “I got a new toilet seat.”

She laughs as I remove her clothes for the second time. I inhale the familiar scent of her skin, letting it permeate through me. She moans when I lick the supple cord of her throat. Christ, I’d almost forgotten what her moans do to me. She goes for the button of my jeans, but I brush her hand away, remembering how quickly I came last night. “Not yet. I owe you one first.”

Her teeth draw the edge of her lower lip into her mouth in a sexy way that has my dick throbbing.

She licks her lips. I trap them with mine, needing her to feel what the last two years without her has done to me. And unlike last night, I take my time with her. Tasting her. Savoring every kiss.

Chronicling every touch. Because part of me knows this may be all she’s willing to give.

My mouth works its way down, stopping to give ample attention to each nipple before traveling south. When my lips dust across her stomach, I think of the baby that was once inside. She holds me against her, and I know she’s thinking of him too.

Going lower, I test her first with my fingers, dipping them inside to find her tight and wet. It’s a place I never thought I’d go again, let alone twice in one day. It doesn’t take long to find the spot I know drives her wild. It took me years to find it and another few months to perfect my manipulation of it. We made it a game to see how fast I could get her off with just my fingers inside her. It made me feel like fucking Tarzan to make her come that way, without even touching her clit.

I know when I’ve found it. She arches into me and makes ‘the noise.’ Fuck. I’m about to jizz inside my jeans at the sound. I think about Heisman taking his morning deuce. I think about my lesson plans for today. I think about anything other than how much I still fucking love the woman who’s falling apart beneath me. Because if I think about that, I’ll completely lose my shit.

“Jaxon… oh… god…”

I rub diligently, needing her to come harder than she has before. Needing her to need this as much as I do.

She grips my hair and shouts as her body convulses. I lower my head and press my tongue on her, extending her orgasm. Five seconds go by. Ten. Then she goes limp next to me, pulling her sensitive clit away from my continuous assault.

“Fucking hell, Nicky.”

She smiles, her eyes half-lidded. “You can say that again.”

I rid myself of every scrap of clothing and sidle next to her. She reaches for my cock and holds it in her palm. I remove it because I’m about to blow my load like a thirteen-year-old watching his first porn movie.

She sits up. “You said everything, Jax.”

Her head lowers, and she takes me into her mouth. Ho-ly shit. I’ve been with two women since Nicky, mostly to try and fuck her out of my head, and I’m confident in saying nobody knows how to give a blow job like my ex.

My ex.

I almost deflate on the spot when I remember what we are to each other. But she doubles down on me and massages my balls, making me forget my own goddamn name. I’m coming in her mouth before I can even lie back and enjoy it.

A second later, she’s jumping out of bed.

“Something wrong?”

She cringes. “I need water. I’d forgotten how much I hate the taste.”

The bathroom sink turns on. I rise up on an elbow. “If you hate the taste so much, why swallow?”

She gargles, spits, then returns, walking naked through the room. “Because you always loved it.”

“Sure, I love it, but not because you swallow. You can always finish with your hand.” Something occurs to me. “What do you mean by you forgot how much you hate the taste? How long has it been?”