Broken Bond by C.J. Primer

16

VANESSA

“Just like that,” Callum murmurs, running his tongue over his teeth.

“Like this?” I breathe.

“Yeah.” His gaze is so intense that it feels like it’s searing my skin.

My heart pounds.

The corner of his mouth ticks up. “Fucking gorgeous.”

My cheeks burn as Cal’s eyes drop back down to the page of his sketchbook, his pencil scratching against the page. A crease forms between his brows as he works, his gaze constantly flickering between me and the page in front of him. 1

I can’t complain about the view. He’s seated in a chair at the end of the bed, clad only in his boxers with all that mouthwatering lean muscle on display. I drink him in, mapping out the tattoos on his thighs and forearms, wondering if I’ll inspire the next work of art he inks on his skin.

“So am I your muse now?” I joke, still diligently holding my pose.

His lips draw into another smile, his eyes returning to mine. “What makes you think you haven’t been for weeks?” 2

My heart stutters in my chest, skipping a beat.

He always says the right things. I’m falling head over heels for Callum Conway, which is why after he brought me home yesterday morning, I returned here last night. He’s all

I could think about while I worked my shift at the lodge- I couldn’t wait to get back to him. I know it’s reckless to jump in with both feet like this, but something about me and Cal feels undeniably right. So I’m jumping, trusting he’ll catch me.

The scratching of his pencil resumes and I press my thighs together tightly, still feeling the ache between them from our morning romp in his sheets. I should be satiated, but kneeling here on the end of his bed while

held captive under his stare has me feeling all hot and bothered again, aching for him to put his hands on me. Or his tongue…

“Almost done,” Callum mutters, as if he can read my dirty thoughts. He hits me with a wicked grin, pulling his lower lip between his teeth and cocking his head. Then he drops his gaze to the paper again and continues sketching, that little crease reappearing between his brows and a lock of hair flopping down over his forehead.

Damn he’s sexy. My heart continues thumping against my ribcage, a steady thrum starting between my legs as my mind drifts to the way he ravaged me last night and again this morning. My lips part, my breath coming out in short pants as I squeeze my thighs together tighter.

“You’re killin’ me, babe,” Cal growls, his nostrils flaring as he pins me with a stare.

I bat my lashes. “What do you mean?” I ask, feigning innocence.

He sets his pencil down on top of his sketchbook, tucking a hand underneath it to adjust himself in his boxers. “What are you thinking about?”

darting my gaze away. “And

and setting his sketchbook aside. “You’re

“Only with you.”

the appearance of silver flecks in his

see it?” I

grabs his hard-on through his boxers, arching a brow. “Didn’t you get a good

drawing,” I laugh, plucking a pillow off the bed and

out of the air and reaching for his sketchbook. He tosses it onto the bed beside me and I peer

stare at the pencil sketch, completely in awe. “This is amazing, Callum,” I say softly, running my fingers over the drawing. I look up

his knees as a devious grin stretches his lips. “If you

embarrassed blush stains my cheeks.

leaning back and slowly stroking himself through his boxers.” I wanna know

looking at me has me feeling like I could combust. I blow out a shaky breath, running a hand through my hair. ” The way you touched me,” I say quietly.

brow, a wicked glint in his eyes. ” Show

down my belly, dropping it between my thighs. “Here,” I whisper.

hand still stroking his thick cock through the fabric of his underwear.

it’s about to pound out of my chest. My body’s on fire. His dirty talk is next-level, emboldening me to acquiesce to his

my thighs, dragging my panties to the side and brushing my fingertips along my bare slit. ” Like this,” I grit out, a shudder running through me

eyes are fixated on my ministrations, his hand dipping into his boxers.

coming undone from the intensity of his stare alone.

his cock out, rock hard and thick in his grasp. His gaze lingers on

dick, his fingers flexing and his hand twisting slightly each time he

he likes

lifting

him, feeling like a damn sex kitten as he watches me with lust-filled eyes. I slide off the end of

he’s trying to map every inch of my skin. Then he reaches out, my breath hitching when his fingertips graze my hips, curling around the waistband of my panties and slowly dragging them down. I step out of them when

grasp his length again, dragging the silky head along my drenched slit. I suck in a breath through my teeth when he rubs it against my clit in slow circles, teasing me, before sliding it back to notch at my opening. Then he pauses, his

the look in

into his lap, impaling myself on his cock. My body shudders at

smother them with my own, taking a moment to adjust to the stretch as I kiss him hungrily. His tongue laps against mine, his hands gripping my

ride him in a slow grind, the friction of his pelvis against my clit driving me to new heights. His muscles tremble with his self-restraint, the muscle in his jaw ticking

back,” I breathe, cupping his tense

in his eyes. His pupils are blown so wide that only a sliver

forehead against his, grinding harder against him.

lifts me, slamming me back down on his dick. I cry out and throw my head back, my hands scrabbling against his shoulders as he starts thrusting up from below, pounding into me with furious intensity. I gasp and moan as he fucks me harder, deeper, every punch of his hips hitting a spot inside me that has

on the hardened bud and eliciting a needy moan from my lips. I bury my hands in his hair, tugging the strands while he continues pounding me, torturing my nipples with his tongue and teeth until I’m so close to the edge that I can hardly

afraid he’s going to stop, but the wicked look in his eyes tells me he’s nowhere near done with me yet. With his dick still buried inside me, he moves toward the bed, depositing me on the edge and dragging his tongue between the valley of my breasts before pulling back to stand over me. He presses a hand to the