Free Caught in the Flames by Kacey Shea Page B

up.”
    “You don’t have to. I can get it.”
    “Callie.” He steps forward, caging me in again, but this time he’s gone all alpha on me. His presence looms, strong, controlling, and my body gives a shiver in response. God, I want him. Maybe the floor can wait.
    “Broom?” he says again and I point toward the hall closet. He dips his head to kiss my lips, snaking his tongue inside my mouth to swipe once before he pulls back. “And Callie?”
    “Hmmm…” I grip his shirt to pull him back to me. His low throaty chuckle excites every nerve ending of my body.
    “Go to your room. Put on one of those bra and panty sets I saw on moving day, and get on the bed. Hands and knees. And wait for me. I’ll clean this up.” Oh fuck. That’s hot. I nod but don’t move and his expression darkens. “Now.” He gives my ass a smack and turns to go clean up the glass.
    I race to my bedroom closet and strip as fast as I can, with no finesse because I don’t want him to catch me with my skirt halfway down my legs. Hell, I’d likely trip and fall, something that’d totally ruin the mood. I slide off the strappy sandals, and because I anticipated getting physical the requested lingerie is already on my body. I give myself a onceover in the mirror and try to tame my curls but they have a mind of their own. Maybe he’ll think they’re sexy flying every which way.
    I don’t linger too long because something tells me I don’t want to find out what happens if I’m not on all fours when Chase comes into my room. I flip my light off and turn on the small bedside lamp. Mood lighting, that’s good enough. I situate myself so I’m facing the door, because I want to see his face. But maybe that’s wrong. If he wants me like this he’s probably into doggy style. Shit. I turn around and arch my back because I think that’s sexier.
    “Fuck, Callie, you look so good.” I’m glad I went with facing the wall when he walks in and a smile fills my face at his appreciation. I wiggle my ass but don’t look back, not just yet anyway. “Damn,” he swears again, and I hear his clothes hit the ground. I wait. Patient as I can because it’s taking everything I can to not turn and watch Chase undress. I’ve fantasized about that happy trail from his perfectly formed belly button that leads to his manhood. I really want to see that.
    “Callie.” I squeal because I don’t expect his tongue to trace the lace of my thong to where it disappears between my legs and I’m already wet for him. “Stay like this.” The weight on the bed shifts and he pulls the lace off my hips and down my legs but leaves it at my knees, binding my legs together. His fingers rub my ass before spreading me wide and his glorious mouth moves to where I want him.
    “Fuck…” I moan as he licks and sucks my folds, using his tongue and his entire face to eat me out. God, he’s good at this. I’ve never done this in this position before. I feel completely exposed and at his will. I love it. My breaths come quicker. My heart drums inside my chest. It thumps so fast, as though I’ve been running, and my skin is warm all over.
    He adds his fingers, working them in tiny circles over my clit and his tongue moves higher to the spot I’ve never had a man go. It should feel wrong, I know it should, but it makes me even hotter and I moan into the sheets, fisting my hands to brace myself. His fingers dip inside my pussy, first one, then two . . . and then three. Oh shit. “I’m so close.”
    “I know, Callie. Not yet.” His hands and mouth withdraw all at once and his weight leaves the bed. “Take everything off. I want inside you,” he orders. I turn onto my back so I can pull my thong off my legs and Chase crouches by his shorts to pull a condom from the pocket. He stands and my lips go dry. He’s still wearing his boxer briefs, tight white little things, but there’s nothing tighty whitey about them. On him they look obscene. His tan skin and ink stand out