“Not yet,” his voice was deep, scraping over her nerve endings driving her need higher.
He worked hard against her dragging his fingers against the wall of her vagina. She was squeezing against him trying to milk his fingers. The thought of his cock deep inside of her was almost his undoing.
Paige rocked her hips against his fingers, trying to take him deeper.
“I need…I want.”
“Tell me, Paige. Tell me what you need.”
“I want to come all over your hands. I need to feel your lips on me. Please, Cal. I need it.”
Taking her clit back in his mouth he sucked on it as she worked her hips even faster over his questing fingers. He squeezed in an additional finger, her body went taunt before spams shook her and a scream of pleasure left her mouth.
He crawled up her body with a masculine smile of satisfaction.
“What about you?” She stroked his arm.
“Tomorrow, Paige.”
Chapter Fourteen
Paige woke up snuggled in Cal’s arms. A wicked smile crossed her face before she reached down and ran her hand over his nipple. He moved against her as she did it again. The feel of it tickling the palm of her hand as it hardened made her ache. Everything about him made her ache. She shied away from the thought of his Matra as she stuck out her tongue to lick his hard nipple.
“You’re playing with fire, Sweetness.”
“Burn me.” She nipped at it with her teeth drawing a sharp intake of breath from him. Deciding he liked it, she did it again before licking his poor abused nipple with her tongue.
“What I’m going to do to you…” he growled.
“All I hear are words.”
He flipped her over on her back bringing his hands up to pinch her nipple that was already standing at attention.
His head lowered to catch it between his teeth when a knock came at the door.
“Uncle Cal, Aunt Paige, my mom said hurry or you will miss breakfast. My dad said payback.”
They could hear Vick running down the hallway.
“I don’t know who to blame more for this, Victor or Selma.”
“What does payback mean?” Paige sat up in the bed as Cal reluctantly pulled himself away.
“Could mean anything. When Selma and Victor first established their soul bond let’s just say my timing was awful. I seemed to know every time they wanted privacy. Although to be fair to me they seemed to want privacy all the time. Stop laughing.”
“Sorry, I could picture Victor thinking he was about to have a nice long umm rest with Selma only to have you barging in.”
He smiled. “That happened more than once. Of course he could also want payback for that sauce last night.”
Paige laughed harder. Family, the one thing she always wanted, was hers for the taking if she was strong enough.
“Well, let’s not keep them waiting in case it’s the sauce incident.”
He looked around the room then whispered in her ear, “We could always shower together. Who needs breakfast anyway?”
“It’s the most important meal of the day.” She jumped up, breathless. If she showered with him she was sure they’d miss dinner too.
She high-tailed it to the bathroom telling him to use his own shower and meet her in ten minutes. Taking the quickest shower of her life, it still took her twenty minutes to get ready. Cal had been back in ten, according to him a soft pink Paige was worth rushing to see.
They entered the dining room hand in hand. Paige dragged her feet trying to peek around the corner to see if Victor had a surprise volley waiting for her.
“Come in, Paige, if I did it when you were looking for it what fun would that be?”
“I won’t let my guard down.”
“Paige, we have years.” He smiled at her, “Wait for it.”
Shaking her head she sat at the table. “I can help clean or cook when I’m not looking for a job.”
“Why do you need a job?” Cal asked, his voice low and somber.
“How else am I going to pay for an apartment?”
“Why do you need an apartment?”
“I can’t keep living here, eventually my savings will dwindle to nothing.”
“Where will I be in all of this?”
“Well…I mean…I sort of thought we could live together. Maybe you don’t want to, but what if I get pregnant. Do you even want kids? Not that we have done anything to make children yet…” She could feel the heat racing up her neck to bloom on her cheeks and she fell silent.
“So you weren’t thinking of just leaving me.”
She shook her head vigorously.
“Paige, I know you feel better right now, but this isn’t over. You're not done fighting for your life, our lives. Looking for a job or working would take time away from what you need to be concentrating on, your talents.”