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Forgive Me (Callaway Book 2)
 


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She grabbed his balls with one hand and squeezed lightly, gauging his responses. No one had ever taken the time to see what he liked, and damn if watching her wanting to please him wasn't driving him higher. "Squeeze them a little harder. Oh, fuck yes…. Fuck, I'm not going to last."

  When she wrapped her other hand around the base of his cock and started sucking him faster, still squeezing his balls, he felt his release taking over. "I'm going to come. Pull away," he pleaded, but she wasn't having any of it. With one more squeeze, he was gone. "Fuck!" His release hit him so hard he saw stars, and the little minx still wasn't letting him go. She kept sucking until she drained every drop out of him.

  Finally, she released his cock and wiped her mouth, looking as sexy as she had ever been. "I've wanted to do that for days." It felt so good to have that part of herself out in the open, and to know she could satisfy him like that made her feel alive.

  "You can do that anytime you want," he told her, pulling her up on top of his body, desperate to get his own fill of her.

  "Don't give me that look. I have to get ready for work," she told him, kissing him softly.

  "I want my turn." He was dying to bury his face in her pussy, desperate to have her come while screaming his name. He didn't give her a chance to say no. He took the edge of her shirt and lifted it off her head, exposing her breasts to him. She was so beautiful, and she was all his. He kept his eyes on her as he grabbed the side of her panties and pulled hard with one tug. She gasped, and the next thing he knew, she was laughing, her head thrown back, naked on top of him.

  "Climb up," he told her, his hands on her breasts, playing with her nipples.

  "What?" she asked, her voice drowsy with pleasure as he pinched her nipples and massaged her breasts.

  "You're going to ride my face. Now, climb up." He slapped her ass one time, loving how she rocked her body on his chest. She was desperate for relief, and he was aching to give it to her. When she didn't move, he thought he was going to have to haul her up. Then she surprised him when she put her hands on his shoulders and lifted her body until she straddled his face, her hands braced on the wall.

  She was so wet, and he couldn't hold back. He lapped his tongue over her wet lips and when she jerked, he grabbed her hips with his hands and held her down in place. "You're going to come on my face, Amanda. I need it," he told her before circling her clit with his tongue, grazing his teeth over her.

  "God, Drew, please." He loved listening to her beg, and he gave her more. When she screamed his name again, he lost it. He fucked her with his mouth, eating her pussy like he couldn't get enough, and he couldn't. She tasted so sweet, and he wanted more. He focused his tongue on her clit with small circles, and she started grinding her hips.

  "Drew. I'm going to come. Keep doing that." Shit, he couldn't stop even if he wanted to. He kept at it and felt her whole body tense. With one more lick, she came apart for him, thrashing her hips side to side, screaming his name.

  He kept licking her pussy, slowly bringing her back down from the high she was experiencing until she moved down his body, surprising him when she bent forward and kissed him. There was something so damn erotic about the mix of their tastes in that kiss. She leaned her forehead on his, her face flushed and relaxed. "Can we do that again?" she asked with a big smile on her face.

  He said the only thing he could: "I love you."

  Chapter Eight

  Two days before the reception dinner for his brother's wedding, Drew thought he might go crazy. He hadn't seen Amanda for more than an hour in days, and he wasn't having any of it. He called one of the top new restaurants in town and made reservations at a hotel for the night. They might not be able to get away from their lives around town, but he would make sure they got to be just the two of them, at least for one night. Booking the hotel for the night had been a risky move on his end, but he also knew they were both ready to take their relationship to the next level. If he were being honest, he craved her so much it was keeping him up at night.

  When he stopped by Abby's apartment to grab the overnight bag she'd managed to pack for Amanda, he had been shocked to see his brother in Abby's living room, looking like he was ready to kill someone. The tears on Abby's face hadn't gone unnoticed, but he knew his brother, and the look on John's face told him not to push it. But he also knew his brother would never willingly hurt Abby, so there was more going on than he could see. He didn't know what it was, but his gut told him whatever was making Abby cry, it was just the beginning. It was clear the girl had secrets; he just didn't know what kind of secrets they would have to deal with.

  When he pulled into Amanda's driveway and saw her watering her newly planted garden, he found himself smiling at the image of him coming home to her, with their kids running out the door. He wanted those things with her more than he'd ever wanted anything in his life, and seeing her planting roots warmed his heart about the possibilities of their future together.

  She turned around when he put his truck in park, and the smile she gave him took his breath away. She was so beautiful, standing there in a red sundress with her hair flowing around her shoulders. In that moment, any doubts he had about her reaction to the hotel room disappeared; he knew this was the right time for them.

  "Hey, baby." He smiled when she met him at his truck. He never got tired of her calling him 'baby.' There was something so grounding about hearing those words from her lips, something that calmed the beast that had been chasing him for years.

  He grabbed her by the waist and lifted her off the ground before spinning her around and kissing her like he couldn't get enough. The simple truth was he couldn't. "You look beautiful," he told her as she dropped her forehead on his.

  "You didn't tell me where we're going so I didn't know what to wear. Is this okay?" she asked, twisting a piece of hair around her finger, a tell she was nervous.

  "It's perfect. You look gorgeous." And she really did. She had just enough makeup to accentuate her natural beauty. He lowered her to the ground and felt her eyes on him, eating him up. She bit her lower lip and yeah, he was fucking happy he'd opted for darker jeans and a black button-down shirt. Although, if she kept looking at him like that, he wasn't sure they would make it further than her front porch.

  "You look pretty handsome yourself." The sound of her voice in the air, the way the breeze made her hair flow, made this moment one he would never be able to forget. She took a few steps closer to him and wrapped her arms around his waist, dropping her face near his neck. He held her as close as he could, not wanting this moment to end. There was something different about her, something that reflected his own longing, but also something he couldn't quite put his finger on. He didn't know how long they stayed like that before she pulled away and pressed her lips on his, molding her body to his.

  "What was that for?" he managed to get out through the ball of emotions stuck in his throat.

  She pressed another soft kiss on his lips. "I just missed you, that's all."

  "I missed you, too." Hearing her say she had missed him softened something inside of him. His feelings for her were so deep that they bordered insanity, and knowing she felt the same way he did about the two of them not being together made his heart smile.

  She leaned against his truck and he caged her in with his body, his hands on her waist as he listened to her. "I love being able to cater the rehearsal dinner and the wedding, but honestly, I can't wait until it's done. I feel like I haven't seen you in days."

  "I feel the same, which is why tonight, it's just you and me." He leaned in and kissed her softly, fighting for control when her hands grabbed his ass.

  "I like the sound of that," she whispered between kisses. He was pleased with how relaxed she was, and he knew this had been exactly what they both needed.

  God, at the rate they were going, they would never make it to dinner. He had plans and he needed to make this perfect for her. "Me, too. Are you ready to go?"

  "I just need to grab my purse." He smiled when she put a little ex
tra sway in her hips walking to the house. Yeah, she was definitely trying to kill him, but what a way to go!

  Half an hour into the drive, he knew Amanda was growing restless, curious to know where he was taking her. After talking with Abby, he'd made reservations at a French restaurant Amanda had been meaning to try, thankful he had a direct line to the owner, because apparently getting a reservation was harder than he had expected. The night was all about spoiling her, showing her they could have the best of both worlds. They could live on the ranch and live their small-town lives, yet still manage to do things in the city with a two-hour drive, a drive he would make any time for the woman glued to his side in the middle seat of his truck.

  "So, where are you taking me?" she asked for the tenth time, making him smile.

  When she kissed his neck, he knew what she was doing, and it worked. He would tell her whatever she wanted to know. "I made reservations at the new French bistro."

  She sat up straight and looked at him like he was kidding. "You mean Frederique?" Excitement shone in her eyes. Yeah, the money he would spend on their food was worth it just to see her so happy.

  "Yes." He silently thanked Abby for the suggestion.

  She clapped her hands together then stopped suddenly, her hand on his thigh. "Drew, how did you manage to get reservations there? The wait list is crazy."

  "The owner's son was Cole's patient, so I asked him for a favor when Abby suggested this place." He made a mental note to thank his brother for making the call later.

  "Oh, my God, I can't believe you're taking me there."

  "So, I did good?" he asked, smirking because he already knew the answer just by how happy she was.

  "You did more than good. I'm so excited." Excited was an understatement; she looked like a child in a candy store. Fuck, he loved making her happy.

  "You'll have to tell me what to order." He was a steak and potato kind of man but for her, he would try anything.

  "Are you sure you want to go there? That place is really expensive, Drew."

  He wanted to laugh at the nervousness in her voice, but instead, he squeezed the hand she had on his thigh and smiled at her. "I can afford it, Amanda. The ranch does more than okay."

  She sighed and leaned in to his body. "That's not what I meant. I would be just as pleased to go somewhere less fancy."

  As much as she loved the city life, she didn't need it to be happy. She would have been just as happy if he had taken her to a dive bar, but he wanted to treat his woman. "I know, but I want to do this for you. We've both been working our asses off, and I want us to have a good time."

  "You take such good care of me."

  He pulled up to the valet station in front of the restaurant, unbuckled his seat belt and turned his body sideways so they faced each other. "I'll give you the moon if it makes you smile."

  Her eyes went soft and she surprised him when she leaned forward to hug him, resting her head on his shoulder. "Talking like that just might get you lucky tonight."

  "I'm counting on it." He kissed her forehead just as the valet opened the door on his side, making him let go of Amanda.

  Looking inside the elegant restaurant, Drew had to admit that as fancy as this place was, there was also a down-to-earth aspect to it that made him like it. Glancing at Amanda and seeing the way her eyes were taking in every corner, he knew she felt the same thing. He followed her eyes and that was when he realized everything he had planned for the night could go up in flames.

  He grabbed Amanda's face between his hands. "Please, don't let this ruin our night. I love you, and I'm sorry."

  Before she could say anything, he heard his name being called. He watched as Amanda followed the sound, which led to a woman he would do anything to make disappear.

  "Drew that is you. It's been a long time." He felt Amanda's whole body tense beside his and her fingernails dug into his hand. Shit, this wasn't supposed to happen.

  "Caroline." He kept his tone calm even though he wanted to tell the woman to fuck off, especially when she eyed Amanda from head to toe.

  "I see you went for the lower end of the barrel, Drew." At that, it was his body's turn to tense. He wouldn't stand for anyone talking about Amanda like she was nothing when she was everything. He was about to tell Caroline to back off when he felt Amanda squeeze his hand, and that shocked the living daylights out of him.

  "Drew, let it go. Our table is ready, and I don't want her to ruin this night. It was nice meeting you, Caroline." She was so calm and collected as she spoke that he couldn't believe she wasn't losing it. Caroline's jaw dropped and he smiled like a five-year-old, following Amanda's lead to where the hostess was waiting for them.

  As they were seated, Drew thanked the hostess before pulling out Amanda's chair, not knowing what to say. She didn't seem offended or upset by what had just happened, and that was throwing him off. He sat down in front of her and linked their hands together on the table, then said the only thing he could. "I'm sorry."

  "It's okay, Drew. I would be stupid to think you remained a monk." Again, she shocked him with how undisturbed she was.

  He knew if the situations had been reversed and it had been one of her exes, he would not be handling it as gracefully. Hell, they probably would have been thrown out of the restaurant, right after he punched the guy. "You're taking this way better than I would."

  The tenderness on her face made him want to haul her over the table and cradle her in his arms, but that would probably get them thrown out. She clutched his hand a little harder as she spoke. "That's because I know you love me, and I love you. No matter how bitter that woman was, I'm not going to let it ruin the amazing night you worked hard to plan."

  He had to kiss her. He didn't care that they were in the middle of a restaurant; he needed to feel her lips against his. Pushing his chair back as silently as possible, he walked over to the side of the table. He kissed her briefly before going back to his chair. "What did I do to deserve you?"

  "Well, you do give me great orgasms." Leave it to Amanda to break even the slightest amount of tension and make him laugh loud enough to gather stares from neighboring tables and a warning glance from the hostess.

  He knew this was the right time to bring up his plans for the rest of the night. "Speaking of orgasms, I rented us a room for tonight. Now, we don't have to use it. I want this to be your choice. I don't want to push you."

  She smiled at him and with her next words, she made the rest of the world disappear. "I want to spend the night with you."

  If someone asked Amanda what the perfect night looked like for her, she would describe that one. When Drew told her he was taking her out on a secret date, she'd been more than a little nervous as to what that meant. She wasn't one for surprises, but she trusted him and God, he had outdone himself. If she could rewind the evening, she would change only one thing: running into one of Drew's one-night stands. He had been completely honest with her about his past, and she had no problem with it. Running into one of the many women who knew what it was like to sleep with the man she wanted to spend the rest of her life with? Well, that was a different story, but she was determined not to let it ruin their night.

  The conversation flowed so easily between the two of them, a reminder that although years had passed, they were still on the same page. They talked about everything and anything, and Amanda couldn't remember a time when she had enjoyed sharing a meal with someone as much. As reluctant as she had been about Drew bringing her to this restaurant, he surprised her by trying everything she ordered, and that was all she could ask for. She knew this was out of his element, but the fact that he was doing it for her was all she cared about.

  Sitting in his truck as they drove to the hotel, she was shocked she wasn't more nervous about what was going to happen. Having always pictured the moment leading up to losing her virginity filled with nerves and anxiety, she wasn't feeling any of that. She had complete confidence that Drew would make this part of the evening even more memorable than the res
t. She felt like the past months had solidified their relationship, and she was ready to bring their relationship to the next level. After waiting so long for this night, it was hard to believe it was finally going to happen.

  She turned her body to the side to get a better look at him as he drove. He clutched the steering wheel like he was battling with himself for control. She loved seeing that look on him; the knowledge that she could make him lose himself was empowering. After a few minutes of her just staring at him, he took her hand in his and dropped it to his thigh, making her gasp at the electricity of the contact from a simple touch.

  "Are you okay?" His raw voice resonated in the cab of the truck, sending shivers up and down her body. She was sure his voice was lower, raspier than usual; she could almost hear his need for her in the way he spoke.

  She leaned forward and kissed his neck. "I'm more than okay." Pulling back from his warm body, she had to put distance between the two of them or they would end up on the side of the road, fogging up the windows.

  "If you're not ready, we don't have to do anything." She knew how much control and respect lay in those words and if she had doubts, they were gone after that.

  "If I get any more ready than I am right now, I'll combust, Drew. We've waited long enough." He looked at her as she spoke and when she took her bottom lip between her teeth, he actually growled, making her desperate for him.

  The sexual tension built between the two of them as they closed in on the hotel. When they pulled up to the main entrance, she barely had time to register Drew handing his keys to the valet. He all but dragged her out of the truck toward the check-in desk in record speed. His hand pressed firmly on her lower back, sending little shocks down to her toes. He leaned closer and whispered, "I'm going to make you scream my name tonight." She missed a step and Drew tightened his hold on her, smirking at how his words affected her. Even in high school, she loved listening to him talk dirty—well, as dirty as a teenage boy could. But the man had a gift for driving her so close to the edge with words alone.

 
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