Redesigned by Fate

| twenty

Callan was a good kisser. Scratch that - he was incredible. Our two previous kisses could never compare to this one - not that I expected them to, given how they happened in the first place. But this time, neither of us was taken aback, nor drunk or trying to make an ex-girlfriend jealous. We both wanted this to happen, plain and simple.

"Let's adjust a bit," Callan whispered. After releasing my wrists, he sat back against my tufted headboard. "Come here."

Without hesitation, I faced him, straddling his waist. Somehow this position felt more intimate than before, causing my heart to race. Being vulnerable was thrilling and terrifying all at once. But Callan made me feel safe as he cupped my cheek and looked deep into my eyes before taking my mouth again. The way he kissed was exciting, as I never knew exactly what to expect. He'd nip at my bottom lip, then coax my tongue to meet his before trailing his lips down my neck and onto the swell of my breasts.

But kissing wasn't Callan's only superpower. Even with one hand, the man was impressive. One moment his fingers threaded through my hair and the next, he planted a firm grip on my hips in reaction to my grinding against the heat of his erection. My clit throbbed, my panties wetter by the second. When Callan placed his hand high on my thigh, the sound that left my lips was intelligible. He hadn't even really touched me yet, and I was already on the verge of losing it.

Sensory overload was generally a bad thing, but not in this case. I craved more of it. More of his intoxicating smell, his expert touch, the feel of his broad shoulders and chest beneath my fingertips. God, he was sexy.

"You're so gorgeous," Callan mumbled against my lips. Apparently, we were on the same page regarding our attraction to one another. "If you don't stop grinding on me, I can't promise to behave."

"I can't help it," I whimpered. "It feels good."

"Fuck, does it ever."

Time became meaningless as we continued to partake in the drug known as desire. Callan slipped his hand beneath the hem of my tank top, and I eagerly lifted it over my head. He pulled me closer, burying his face between my breasts while somehow managing to unclasp my bra with one hand. Damn.

When my bra hit the floor, I watched Callan's reaction. His eyes fixated on me, and I couldn't remember the last time I felt so desirable.

"God. You're perfect." Callan caressed my breasts, using his thumb to lightly graze each of my nipples before taking them into his mouth one at a time. I threw my head back, shutting my eyes, allowing myself to indulge in his touch. Each flick of his tongue sent a pulsing ache straight between my legs.

I hadn't gone into this evening with expectations. All I hoped for was a kiss at the very least. But now, I was hungry for more. Much more.

Tonight, however, luck was not on our side.