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?”

my gaze away. “And this

and setting his sketchbook

“Only with you.”

and the appearance of silver flecks in his

it?” I

boxers, arching a brow. “Didn’t you

off the bed and chucking it

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

picking it up to get a better look. I stare at the pencil sketch, completely in awe. “This is amazing, Callum,” I say softly, running my fingers over the drawing. I look up at him, meeting his turquoise

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

stains my

slowly stroking himself through his boxers.” I

feeling like I could combust. I blow out a shaky breath, running a hand through

cocks a brow, a wicked glint in his eyes.

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

wetting his lips with his tongue, his hand still stroking his thick cock through the fabric of his underwear.

heart feels like 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 every

spread 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

my ministrations, his hand dipping into his boxers.

me see you, too,” I pant, nearly coming undone from the intensity of his stare alone.

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

fists his dick, his fingers flexing and his hand twisting slightly

how he

lifting his chin and beckoning

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

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 they hit the floor, his hands landing on my waist and guiding me to stand over his lap, my

he rubs it against my clit in slow circles, teasing me, before sliding it back to notch at my opening.

he tell by the look in my eyes that I’m

our gazes locked as I lower down into his lap, impaling myself on his cock. My body shudders at the

him hungrily.

new heights. His muscles tremble with his self-restraint,

back,” I breathe, cupping his tense jaw with

in his eyes. His pupils are blown

forehead against his, grinding harder against him.

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

of my nipples into his mouth, biting down 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 take

With his dick still buried inside me, he moves toward the bed, depositing me on the edge and