Bleeding Heart (Captured Miracle Book 2)(42)

“You’re beautiful, love.”

“So are you.” I said dumbly and again, I blushed.

Calix didn’t reply as his a hand moved from where he was palming my behind to slide slowly up my spine to the base of my neck. He held me there firmly, his eyes gazing deeply into mine before he pulled me forward. I didn’t fight him. I couldn’t fight him even if I had wanted to - not when he was looking at me like that - with such wild desire and unrequited need.

When my lips touched his, every worry inside of me fled. His mouth covered mine, his tongue tasting, licking, swirling around mine, as he demanded entrance I didn’t fight into my mouth. The hand that was still on my ass pulled me closer, slamming me into him hard, and I gasped a small cry of surprise into his mouth. He swallowed my sound as though tasting the most decadent of wine and longing for more. Clenching my thighs around his waist, I shifted my hips against his cock as I tried to back away from the feel of his length against my core when Calix moaned into my mouth.

That sound - my goodness - it did something to me. Something wonderful.

I needed more.

Without thinking of my pursuit to move away from him, I shifted my hips again, grinding down on his length. He was silky smooth and hard as rock against my moist core. Even in the water, I could feel my wetness, a different kind of wetness than the water. Again, Calix groaned and a heat like no other flooded my being.

I continued to rock my hips against his length - pleasuring myself just as much as I knew I was pleasuring him with my movements. He slid through my lips, the top of his cock rubbed against my clit, and every time I felt the sweet pleasure, I felt something roll inside of my body, building, pulsing, rioting.

When I thought my body would explode, Calix dropped his hand from my neck to cup my ass once again. And then he was standing and I was wrapped around him, my legs locked tight around his waist. He took the steps up from the hot tub onto the deck much quicker than my sane mind would have found comfortable, but I wasn’t sane. In this moment I was insane - entirely crazy over him - around him - about him. My mind wasn’t working properly and with my lips still locked on his, kissing him fervently - I paid no mind to where he was taking me until I found myself laying back against the white lounge chair. Calix positioned himself on top of me before he lifted himself, his hands planted in the cushion on either side of my head.

“The way you feel against me, Nova,” his voice broke and I felt my heart flutter as I watched this very strong, very capable man, struggle with something so simple as his words. “I’ve never known anything like this.”

“Me either.” I admitted truthfully.

His eyes fastened on my face as he promised. “You never will again - with anyone but me.”

“Never.” I agreed - because I believed, with my entire being, that I wouldn’t. This, with Calix, was what I read about in romance novels. I wasn’t naïve enough to believe that finding what you read about in a romance novel was easy or even common. It was the exact opposite - that’s why so many women lost themselves in the bliss of the words. But I’d found it - as unconventional as it was - I’d found it. And it was all in Calix. Not only did I not believe I would find this again - but I didn’t want to. What I had with Calix was perfect in it’s imperfection.

The heat in his eyes intensified until I felt they might burn me. Then he dipped his head and crushed his mouth to mine. Reaching up, I linked my hands around his neck, pulling him against me, but as soon as I had him where I wanted him, he pulled back to move down my body. He kissed my throat, my chest, and my breasts. Tenderly, he pulled each nipple into his mouth, sucking, swirling and nipping gently. At the feel of his teeth against my tender flesh, my back arched and I cried a strangled sound into the salty air, my fingers curling in his hair as I held him to me. An ache so deep in my core pulsed, throbbing like a violent drum as he sucked hard at the pebbled flesh before releasing it from his lips with a popping sound.

“Calix,” I breathed his name on a strangled breath.

I felt his lips curl into a devilish grin against my belly where he was kissing his way downward. I knew his grin was devilish, because the man was doing devilish things to my body. I mean, this was positively sinful - to feel so entirely consumed, on fire, aching for another like I was aching for him. It was out of this world.

My eyes fluttered closed as I felt his lips kiss a trail over my belly button - lower - and lower - until I felt his lips at the apex of my sex. I knew better than to say no to Calix. I knew better than to try and squeeze my thighs shut or push him away. This was something he had taken from me before, coincidentally also giving me something wonderful in return. I’d had many orgasms at the fault of his expert mouth and I knew, fighting him would do nothing but delay the wonder I would later find. So, I didn’t fight him. Instead, I opened my thighs wider for him, begging him silently for his mouth.