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CALLIE SHOCKED THE heck out of both Wyatt and herself by dragging him over to the sofa as soon as they’d shut her front door. She didn’t know what had come over her, but as soon as she’d seen him in the parking lot, she’d wanted him. Needed to feel his hard body pressed against her own. Needed his mouth on hers, his hands moving over her skin. Wyatt had kissed her as soon as they’d gotten inside her apartment, but it hadn’t been nearly enough.
“Callie,” he said, his voice gravel. He hesitated a beat, clearly trying to slow her down.
“No. I need you.”
He didn’t argue further, just sat down on the sofa, pulling Callie atop him, his big hands on her waist. Callie’s legs spread over his thighs, her sundress flowing around them, her sandals falling to the floor. His kisses were scorching, and as she straddled his lap, she felt his erection growing beneath her. Callie whimpered, and Wyatt held her to him, kissing her until she was nearly breathless. Her hips moved of their own accord, desperate to soothe the ache growing inside. Wyatt’s lips pressed against her neck—hot, scorching. The stubble from his jaw made her shiver in delight, and his hands roamed, one smoothing over her back until he was cupping her bottom, holding her to him.
His other hand trailed up her ribcage, palming her breast. She felt small and delicate atop him. Wyatt was big everywhere, and even though she’d demanded this, he was the one in control. His lips trailed over her collarbone, the hand at her breast moving to the strap of her sundress. “Callie. Tell me if you want me to stop,” he ordered.
She shook her head. “Don’t stop.”
The strap fell, and then he was lifting one bare breast free, his eyes hot. Callie hadn’t bothered with a bra. She was smaller on top, and the sundress kept her covered. To have Wyatt undressing her felt like something out of a dream. She was breathing heavily, her chest rising and falling, sitting atop him like she was his. He stared a moment, seemingly in awe, his thumb skating over her taut bud. Callie wasn’t a fool. Wyatt had been with other women over the years, just as she’d had past boyfriends. But the way he was looking at her right now? Her chest clenched. There were no words to describe the awe and wonder in his expression.
Wyatt kissed his way over the creamy flesh of her breast, his mouth finally closing around her nipple. The man feasted on her, kissing and suckling as she clung to him. He sucked harder, his tongue flicking over her tender bud, and she cried out as sparks of pleasure shot straight to her core.
“You’re gorgeous,” he murmured. “Soft and pretty and fucking perfect.”
Before long he had her other sundress strap pulled down, and both of her breasts were pushed up over the bodice. She felt sexy and beautiful in his arms, too aroused to even be shying away. Wyatt took his time, licking and savoring her. One big arm locked around her waist, holding her to him, and Callie whimpered as she arched back, needing everything from this man.
He shifted with her in his arms, laying Callie on the sofa, his big body coming down atop hers. Wyatt supported his weight on one arm and cupped the back of her head as he kept kissing her, one hand sliding up her thigh.
“Callie,” he breathed.
“Don’t stop. Please.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it,” he assured her. He squeezed her thigh gently and explored higher, pushing her sundress up with his movement. She shivered as his calloused fingers trailed up her inner thigh, and then his thumb was moving over her sheer panties, working her clit through the material. She was already soaked for him, and as Wyatt nipped at her neck, she heard him growl in approval. Thick fingers tugged the material aside, and then Wyatt’s thumb was moving up her seam. He easily found her clit again, circling the swollen bud as he captured her gasps with his mouth.
Callie felt warmth washing over her, shocked at how quickly Wyatt was building her up. It was like the man already knew her body intimately, sensing exactly what she needed. Callie felt the pressure building, and as Wyatt’s big body held her down, she cried out. “You’re so wet for me,” he murmured, his voice thick. “So hot and ready. God, I love touching you.”
His fingers slid through her arousal, and she was gasping beneath him, shocked by the needy sounds she was making. Wyatt’s lips moved to her breasts, still bare and exposed above her dress. He stared at her for a moment, his eyes heated, then nipped at one, following with swipes of his tongue. The scruff of his jaw moved over her sensitive skin, the competing sensations driving her wild. Wyatt sucked one nipple into his mouth again, taking his time to enjoy her. The hand in her panties shifted, two thick fingers penetrating her core. Callie moaned long and low, her body stretching deliciously around him. She felt full—so full. Wyatt curled his fingers just so, pumping them in and out, and he looked up from her breasts to watch her face. Their eyes locked, and she felt torn open—vulnerable and helpless and at his complete mercy.
“You’re going to come for me, Callie. Come apart on my fingers. Let go.” He pumped his fingers faster as her own hands rose above her head, fists clenched, looking for anything to ground her. His thumb continued to circle her clit, steadily bringing her higher. His other hand shifted, and Wyatt gripped one of her wrists, pinning it against the sofa. She let out a long wail, and then Callie exploded, crying out Wyatt’s name as her pussy spasmed around him.
Wyatt slowed the movement of his fingers but didn’t pull free. Her sex pulsed as she gasped beneath him, the aftershocks of her orgasm still rocking her existence. He kissed her again, capturing her tiny whimpers, then nuzzled against her face, soothing her.
“Hell, sweetheart,” he murmured a minute later, lazily smiling down at her. Wyatt looked pretty damn pleased with himself. He slid his hand from her sex, lifting it to his mouth to suck off her juices. Callie flushed as he chuckled. “You’re sweet as honey. I can’t wait to taste all of you one day, to make you come from my mouth and tongue.”
Callie glanced down at his pants, noticing his erection still strained against them. Wyatt shifted above her and kissed her gently. “That was for you, sweetheart. Another time we’ll worry about me.”
“But—”
“No buts. I was happy to give you that, but I’m not going to jump you the first time I get back from an op. The first time we make love isn’t going to be on your sofa, and it isn’t going to be rushed.”
“I’ve got a bedroom,” she teased.
Wyatt licked his lips. “I know. And it kills me to tell you no, but let’s take our time, yeah?” His gaze fell to her bare chest, and she knew she was probably turning red. “You’re gorgeous. So damn beautiful. I love that you let me do that for you.” Wyatt reached down, helping her to right her dress. He kissed her again, softer, and Callie wrapped her arms around his big shoulders, holding him close.
“I missed you,” she said.
“I missed you,” he countered. “At least you were still in sunny Hawaii among friends. I was in hellish waters with only the guys to keep me company.”
“And everything went okay?” she asked. Callie had seen the news. The hostages on the ship had been freed yesterday. “It went okay,” she confirmed before he answered. “Are you able to stay for a while? That’s why you came over, right?”
“It was a perfectly executed mission,” he said, kissing his way back to her neck. “And I’ll be perfectly happy to spend the rest of the day—and night—with you.”
***
CALLIE SMILED AS WYATT pulled her close later that evening. They’d had an early dinner, but she could tell he was exhausted. Now that the adrenaline rush from his mission and their reunion was over, it was clear he just needed to sleep.
“You’re really tired,” she said as she relaxed against him. Her hand landed on his chest as she curled up beside him, and Wyatt brushed his lips over the top of her head.
“The mission was quick but brutal,” Wyatt admitted. “I can’t share the details of what we were doing, but hell. The men we were dealing with had a death wish. They were never getting off that boat.”
Callie stiffened, frowning, as a memory flickered through her mind.
“What’s wrong?” he asked.
“I just remembered something from the cockpit. When you said they weren’t getting off the boat, it reminded me that one of the hijackers said, ‘She’ll never get off this airplane.’ Then afterwards....” She trailed off. “That’s it. I feel like there’s more, but I don’t remember what happened next.”
“It’ll come back,” Wyatt assured her.
Callie clenched her jaw, frustrated. “Yeah. Maybe.”
Wyatt wasn’t able to stop his yawn, and as he apologized, she once again softened against him. “Let’s go to bed. You’re exhausted, and even though it’s early, I want to curl up next to you.”
“It’s okay if I stay,” he confirmed.
“More than okay. I missed you and want you here.”
“I missed you too, Cal,” he said, his green eyes locking on hers. Her breath caught at his expression. Earlier on the sofa she’d practically been pawing at him, desperate for his kisses and touch. This was something softer—more tender. It felt like it meant something. Wyatt’s big hand lifted to her face, his thumb lightly caressing her cheek. It almost seemed like he was about to say something but stopped himself. Her heart was pounding, but he simply leaned down and pressed his lips to her forehead. “Let’s go to bed.”
***
CALLIE TWISTED IN HER sheets, fighting off another nightmare. She was terrified and in pain, her arm throbbing, but she couldn’t escape. She was trapped there in the hellish confines of the cockpit on the hijacked plane. The terrorists who’d dragged her to the cockpit were talking to someone—another person that she couldn’t see. They were planning something. Angry. Somehow her subconscious knew she was dreaming, but Callie couldn’t wake up—couldn’t stop the memories. She struggled to see the blurry images in her mind—a person, a face.
Whose voice was that? Had someone else been in the cockpit?
“Who is that?” a male voice barked in anger.
“No one. One of the hostages,” the hijacker next to her said.
“Fucking idiots. Why is she there? We’ve got an entire plane full of passengers. Leave the bitch alone.”
“She’s got a mouth on her,” one hijacker said. “I’m going to strip her bare and show her what to do with that mouth and body.”
“No,” Callie whimpered, cowering back.
Time seemed to pause, the moment hovering there in her dream. She felt like she was stumbling around in the dark, unable to get her footing, watching snippets of the scene unfold. Even though she’d been there, it was like watching a replay of her own life. Who were they talking to? There was something she was forgetting. Something important. Why couldn’t she see all of it?
“She’ll never get off this airplane,” one of the hijackers seethed.
“No!” she cried out in her sleep, fighting with the sheets. “No! No!” Callie sprang up in bed, panting, her entire body drenched in a cold sweat. She wrapped her arms around herself, shaking, and Wyatt was already sitting up beside her, his arms pulling her close.
“Callie, what happened?” he asked, his voice groggy with sleep. He was already tense and alert, looking around, seemingly ready to spring up and fight off any danger. “What’s going on?”
Her room was dark, with only the moonlight from outside her window providing any illumination. Her eyes began to adjust in the dim light. The apartment was silent. Still. She was safe from everything but the terror of her own past. Her memories clutched at her, nearly drawing her back into a panic.
“It was another nightmare,” she said. “I was there in the cockpit.”
“Hell, sweetheart,” he said, his soothing hands running over her bare arms. One big hand cupped the back of her head as he pulled her closer, and then she buried her nose in his neck, breathing him in, wet tears streaming down her cheeks. “Don’t cry,” he murmured. “I’ve got you.”
Callie relaxed into his comfort, her body slowly recognizing that she was safe. Wyatt didn’t say anything more, just held her, and she clutched onto him, her tears finally beginning to slow. “In my dream, I think I remembered something. There were voices talking. I think someone else was in the cockpit.”
“Someone other than the hijackers?”
“Yeah. It’s weird. It’s like they were there but they weren’t.”
Wyatt frowned. “Callie, honey, I was there on the airplane. I saw three dead bodies by the cockpit. There was one additional hijacker who escaped in the confusion and was later killed, but witnesses said he was pacing up and down the aisle of the plane, keeping watch on the passengers. He wasn’t in the cockpit with you.”
“No. Someone else was there. I know it. He was mad that I saw him. Why can’t I remember?” she asked, frustrated. Her hands fisted, and she thrust them down into her lap, angry. “I know there’s something I’m forgetting. I know it.” She shook her head, bringing one hand to her forehead as she let out a sigh.
Wyatt’s big hand smoothed down her back. “It’ll come. You’re remembering more and more. I’m both happy and hate that for you. I know you want to remember everything that happened. It’s coming back to you in bits and pieces, but one of these days it’ll all click into place.”
“Well, why can’t it happen now?” she asked, huffing out a breath. “It’s so hard to know something is there and not be able to see it. I want to put all this behind me, but until I know what exactly happened, I don’t think I can.”
“You were traumatized,” he said gently. “People block out painful memories for survival. It’s your body’s way of protecting itself. The memories are there, locked away, and in your case, it seems like they’re slowly coming back. You said earlier when I was talking about the boat you recalled the hijacking.” He lifted a shoulder. “Little things are going to remind you, and I’ll be here to help you.”
She finally looked up to meet his gaze. “I feel bad for waking you up,” she admitted. “You were exhausted from your mission and didn’t need me waking you in the dead of night.”
“Callie,” he gently chastised, “that’s the last thing I want you to worry about. I wouldn’t have been able to sleep well at my own place because I missed you. I know we’re still fairly new, but this is serious for me. I don’t want to date any other women. I just want you.”
She bit her lip, waves of emotion washing over her. “It’s serious for me, too. I’m not seeing anyone else, which I think you already realized. I don’t want to date any other men. I want to take my new boyfriend on all my new blog ventures—strictly in Hawaii for the time being.”
“I think that can be arranged,” he said, his voice low and smooth like warm caramel. It felt like something shifted in the air between them. A spark that was quickly about to combust. The silent night surrounded them, but they were both wide awake now, nearly naked in her bed. Wyatt’s soft cotton tee shirt stretched across his broad chest, his boxers hugging his growing erection. Her nipples pebbled against her thin camisole, and Callie could feel arousal pooling at her core.
Wyatt shifted slightly, both hands cupping her face, and then his lips were on hers, soft and gentle but with promises of what was to come. Her mouth opened to him, and he took the invitation, his tongue sliding inside as the heat between them grew stronger. Wyatt laid her back on the sheets, shifting atop her, and then their bodies were pressed together, their mouths hot and hungry. Callie clutched at the bottom of his tee shirt, trying to tug the material up. Wyatt obliged, pulling it over his head in one quick movement. Her hands moved over his hot skin, smooth over those taut muscles. She ran her hands over his broad pecs and down to his washboard abs, exploring every dip. Wyatt was beautiful. Handsome, yes, but also a work of art. His body was chiseled from hard work, no doubt involving blood, sweat, and tears. He was hers now, and she wanted to grab hold of him and never let go.
“I told you we could take things slow,” he offered, pausing for a heartbeat as he gazed down into her eyes. His chest was rising and falling, and she could feel his thick erection pressing against her inner thigh, his entire body tense. He was hanging on by a thread, poised to pounce, but willing to stop for her, to hold back if that was what she wanted.
“No,” Callie said, her arms sliding back up his abdomen to his broad shoulders. She clutched onto him, her own breath now coming in shallow pants. “I need you.”
“You have me,” he said, his voice thick with emotion. And then Wyatt was pulling her camisole up and off, kissing and nuzzling her breasts. She clung to him, crying out as he laved at her nipples. His big hands slid to her pajama bottoms, and then he was shifting, sliding them down her legs. “Callie,” he got out, staring down at her in wonder. The moonlight shone on her skin, peeking in through the slats of her blinds. Normally she’d feel embarrassed and exposed, but with the way Wyatt was looking at her, she simply felt cherished. Beautiful. “You’re stunning.”
She opened her mouth but no words came out. The way he was looking at her. Had a man ever stared at her that way? She had ex’s, guys she’d been with in college. This night didn’t compare. This was an entirely different realm than any past experience she’d had. Her gaze drifted down Wyatt’s body, tracking over his chest until she saw the tent in his boxer briefs. Wyatt was hard, aroused, and ready because of her.
“I want to taste you,” he said, seemingly in no hurry as he ducked down to pepper kisses across her belly. She sucked in a breath, the feel of his lips and stubble on the sensitive skin of her stomach a sweet torture. He was so close to where she needed him but took his time, seemingly knowing that he was building her up, dragging it out. Her hands flew to his head as he finally kissed his way lower. His mouth hovered above her sex and then he shifted, his hands gripping the sensitive skin behind her knees. Wyatt bent both her legs, spreading them apart as his hot gaze took in her bare sex. His muscled arms wrapped around each leg, holding her in place as he moved closer. She didn’t have time to react again before he was feasting on her, licking and tasting, his lips sucking her clit into his mouth.
“Wyatt!” she cried out.
There was no slow build-up anymore. Wyatt’s complete focus was on the swollen bud that throbbed for him. His tongue flicked over the tiny nub, a sob breaking free from her lips. Shockwaves of pleasure washed over her, and she wanted to both push him away and pull him closer. Her fingernails dug into his shortly cropped hair, sparks of pure pleasure shooting through her. Her pussy clenched down around nothing, but she couldn’t do anything to ease the ache building inside.
“Oh God, oh God,” she moaned, helpless to even buck her hips against him, Wyatt’s thick arms still holding her legs apart. She tried to move closer, farther away, anything. Wyatt had her pinned in place, at his complete and utter mercy. He sucked even harder, his wicked tongue never letting up, and as her pussy clenched, she finally exploded, surrendering to him as she saw stars.
“Callie, sweet Callie,” he murmured, bringing her back down with soft licks and gentle kisses. Her pussy throbbed, slick and swollen from his attention. Her hands ran over his head, but she was without words. He eased her legs back down, and she felt weightless and sated, every last ounce of pleasure wrung out of her. Wyatt shucked off his boxers, fumbling with his wallet to grab a condom.
“You’re sure?” he asked after he’d sheathed himself. His cock bobbed against his stomach, but he held himself completely still, waiting for her answer. He’d stop if she wanted. Kiss her again and hold her close.
Her body ached for him, and she reached out, trying to pull him closer. “I’ve never been so sure of anything in my life.”
He ducked down and kissed her, hard, and then they both groaned as his cock slid through her folds. He was big and throbbing, and she couldn’t wait to feel all that male hardness inside her. Callie eagerly reached between them, gripping his length, and Wyatt hissed. “Careful. I’m barely hanging on.” She loosened her grip as Wyatt lined himself up, notching the swollen head of his cock against her core. Their eyes met in the dim light, and her breath hitched.
“Take me,” she begged.
She didn’t need to ask twice. Wyatt pushed inside, her body stretching to accommodate his girth. The man was big everywhere, and she moaned as his thick cock penetrated her inch by inch, stroking her inner walls. He was thick and throbbing, and she cried out at the exquisite pressure, the feeling of fullness incredible. Wyatt finally bottomed out inside her and stilled, letting Callie get used to him. She breathed in, clinging to him, helpless before this man.
“You’re perfect,” he murmured thickly, his lips brushing against her own. “So damn perfect. I can’t believe I found you.” And then there were no more words, their bodies doing all the talking. Callie wrapped her arms and legs tightly around Wyatt, clutching him to her. His forearms rested on either side of her head, caging her in, and he kissed her so softly, she thought her heart might melt. His cock filled her completely, and Wyatt kept a slow and steady pace, easing in and out.
Callie could feel an orgasm building again, her body reacting to him on an almost primal level. She inhaled his spicy scent, felt his warmth and bulk atop her, heard his guttural sounds of pleasure. Wyatt thrust harder, the base of his erection rubbing against her swollen clit, stealing her breath. “Oh God,” she whimpered as Wyatt did it again, catching her cries on his lips. He shifted, his mouth at her neck, his biceps bunching, and bucked into her harder, his careful control finally wavering. Her inner walls clenched around him, squeezing his dick, and she tried to match him stroke for stroke, her hips moving of their own accord.
“Callie,” he grunted out.
“More. Oh God—more!”
His thrusts deepened, his body pistoning in and out of her sex. She was slick with arousal, her body gripping his like a vise, as she gasped as she began to see stars. Wyatt slammed into her again, and white-hot pleasure exploded through her, sending her soaring as she screamed out his name.
Wyatt was right behind her, grunting as he bucked and then stilled, burying his face in her neck as he muttered her name on his own release. They were both panting, breathless, as Wyatt rolled them to the side, their bodies still joined. His hands were everywhere—caressing, soothing. Gradually, he slid free from her, and he muttered something about taking care of the condom. Wyatt was back a moment later, wiping between her legs with a warm washcloth, much to her embarrassment.
“I got you,” he said, returning to their bed a moment later and collecting her in his arms. Their bed. It felt like theirs. She’d still never spent the night at Wyatt’s place, didn’t even know small things like his birthday or favorite football team. Callie knew he was hers though, body and soul. His lips pressed against her temple, and he whispered the words she’d already felt during their lovemaking. “I love you. So much it scares me, but I’d do anything for you.”
Tears smarted her eyes, and she kissed him, feeling his hands pulling her close. “I love you, too, Wyatt. I don’t know what I did to deserve you, but I’m not letting you go.”
He searched her gaze then kissed her softly. “You don’t have to let me go, because I’m yours. Sleep, sweetheart. It’s late. I’ve got to be on base early, but we’ll talk more tomorrow.” He kissed her again, lingering. “And I plan to make love to you again and again when I’m not so exhausted already from an op.”
“Go to sleep,” she told him. “We have plenty of time.”
He smiled, already drifting off after their bout of lovemaking and his intense week away. His arms pulled her close, Wyatt clearly wanting her pressed up against him. They were skin-to-skin, her curves pressed up against his muscles, and she felt safe and complete with his big body against hers.
“Sweet dreams,” she said softly.
He tightened his arm around her. “Sweet dreams, Callie honey. I’m right here.”
