“Don’t choose then. I’ll choose for you,” he says, simply nodding his head, an amused grin spreading across his face, one that scares me more than his yelling. He steps away from me, shoots across the room, and grabs a black jacket and keys.
“What does that even mean? Where are you going?” I say, starting to follow him.
“Ask Chris, whenever he gets back,” he says sarcastically, leaving the room.
“No!” I follow behind him, grabbing his arm.
“This. This is what is still wrong with us after everything. You running away, keeping me in the dark not telling me how you feel!” I yell as he continues walking towards the door as if my words and my tears don’t faze him at all.
“I choose Chris!” I yell at him, and those words stop him in his tracks. He turns around and faces me with the same amused grin instead of the angry, pissed-off scowl I was expecting.
“You choose Chris?” he says, stalking towards me. I stand my ground and lift my head to meet him.
“You don’t tell me how you feel, you’re mean, you’re self-centered, arrogant and an asshole. I choose Chris,” I say, commanding my voice to steady, putting on my best poker face. Does he know I’m bluffing? That it’s a ploy? He eyes me for a moment and I think he does, because his grin spreads into a full-fledged smile and it makes me nervous. I knew what I said would stop him from leaving but I didn’t expect him to look happy about it. For a moment I wonder if he’s gone and Chris is back in front of me, but that thought leaves as soon as he grabs me by the waist and lifts me up so we’re face to face.
“You’d be bored with Chris in six months,” he says, his lips inches away from mine, the huskiness in his voice reminding me how much I used to crave this man. And there it is, the one thing that Cal wins at, the electricity between us—an overload of energy in the air. The broken man I walked in on is gone and the man that knows me, loves me, drove me to crazy and back is here right in front of me, daring me to not want him. He leans in, his lips touching mine but they don’t pull me into his. Just a touch and my body is going crazy. I’m about to lose it but he drops me back on floor. I land on my feet but stumble because I’m shook, startled, and in a haze.
That’s it?
The haze doesn’t last long. In a moment, he snatches me forward and I clash against his chest. It’s like an explosion; his hands are everywhere, his lips all over me. My clothes, his clothes, both flying. His kisses are rough but passionate. It’s almost too intense. It’s been so long since I felt him like this. It’s so much, almost too much. My body’s on fire, my skin tingles all over, my stomach is doing flips. I try to catch my breath but he doesn’t give me long before I’m against the wall and he’s inside of me. Why is his touch electric? Why is it so easy for his kiss to cause me to melt?
“Cal,” I can’t help but moan out as he thrusts inside of me. He was just there—well, Chris was just there—but it was so…different. Yesterday was gentle and sweet. This—it’s like I’m being stretched, reminded that I haven’t been touched by him in two years and it hurts but, God, it’s the best-feeling pain I’ve ever felt.
“You belong to me. Just me,” he says in my ear as he continues. It’s fast and rough and I can’t keep quiet. I’m so loud. God, I’m afraid everyone on the floor is going to hear me. I try to get my hands from out of his grip but he doesn’t let me. He’s moving faster and faster, too fast. I can barely breath, I can’t get enough air but my body can’t get enough of him. I feel it coming on faster and faster. I look up at him helplessly, a smug grin on his face.
“Chris could never do this to you,” he moans in my ear. I close my eyes and bite my lip but it doesn’t help.
“Let’s be honest… There isn’t a choice….You don’t get to choose. I’m the only option,” he taunts me, pushing deeper into me
“Oh my God,” I shriek out as my legs start to shake. It’s happening faster than it’s ever happened before. My hands are finally free and I wrap them around his neck as if I’m holding on for dear life. I bury my head in his shoulder but he grabs my hair and pulls my head back so that I’m forced to look at him.
“I make you feel like this. No one else,” he says as I come apart around him. I can’t even respond. I breathe in as much air as I can, waiting for my body to return to its normal state but, before it does, he’s flipped me around with my stomach against the wall and he’s back inside of me again.