Let's Talk... Later: "L" Word Series [9/9] (Colby/OFC-Callie, NC-17)
Posted for the savecolby Free for All Challenge, October...
Title: Let's Talk... Later ("L" Word Series, Part 9)
Pairing/Characters: Colby/OFC-Callie
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 3130
Summary: Letting go had never felt so good.
Spoilers: none.
Notes/Warnings: I started with the desire to make a one shot, PWP. I ended up with a series. *head desk* Please see Author's Comments for more information. :)
Disclaimer: If you recognize it, regrettably - it's not mine.
The brilliant morning sunshine filled the house, illuminating Callie’s naked body - shamelessly laid bare with the sheet crumpled at her feet. She was resting on her back, her red curls splaying across her pillow with a few sweaty tendrils framing her face as she looked down over herself… looking at Colby.
His lips were slowly tracing the curve of her hip while she gingerly ran her fingers through his sweat dampened hair. She admired the way the sun kissed and warmed his skin, much like her touch had the night before and she smiled, watching as his lips hesitated over her tattoo. He too was smiling as he admired it, tracing it with his tongue before he kissed her there and looked up at her through his lashes.
He continued to look up at her as he moved his body higher, his lips still smiling as he left a trail of kisses over her as he went. He slipped about her smooth skin until he could rest his chin against her stomach, admiring her from where he was - looking up over her breasts and into her eyes.
She kept toying with his hair between her fingers while the two rested there - eyes meeting as they considered what had passed between them that left them basking in the afterglow of a night and early morning spent tangled together. This had gone well beyond the release of tension from the first encounter; the need and passion being the only similarity between then and now. This had been slow and tender, adventurous, as they discovered each other and what really existed between them. The intimate connection that had seemingly always been there was so much stronger now - surpassing the physical and allowing them to lie there together completely uninhibited without embarrassment or awkwardness.
Colby’s smile softened as he once more moved his lips to her skin, kissing her stomach before he effortlessly used the strength in his arms to slide his body up over hers until he could look down into her eyes. He held himself over her, lowering himself carefully until he could taste her lips - kissing her once, twice, and then a third time before he pulled back to look at her. His eyes were smiling to match his lips as he shifted his weight until he was lying on his side next to her, propping himself up on one elbow while his other hand slid slowly across her abdomen. His eyes instantly trailed down over her body, making her flush with excitement while he watched his hand sliding over her smooth skin… lower and lower until his fingertips traced the curve of her hip.
“Tell me about your tattoo, Cal,” he rasped, breaking the silence in the room as his thumb brushed over her painted skin much the same way his lips had tasted her there just moments earlier. “This… this is so sexy and elegant, but…” he paused to meet her eyes. “It’s like this naughty little secret that I just have to know.”
Callie chuckled at the not so innocent grin across his lips while his eyes traveled once more along her curves. Admittedly her heart flip-flopped with the curiosity in his eyes as he waited for her to answer. Even though she opened herself to him, letting him see her just as she promised she would… she somehow expected that he would be gone this morning - that after learning about her, he would realize he didn’t really want to know her. But now, here he lay with her - wanting to know more than just her body. He wanted to know her stories.
She smiled softly at him, reaching for him to once again run gentle fingers through his hair as she asked, “What do you want to know?”
“Everything,” he breathed, his eyes gleaming as they met hers.
She continued to smile quietly at him, admiring the way the sunlight caressed his features before she answered. “I don’t know if you know this or not, but our teammate Emily and I have been friends for 20 years. We grew up together in a little coastal town in Georgia.”
She watched his eyes dance as he nodded. “I didn’t know that, but it explains a lot.”
She tilted her head, her fingers halting movement through his hair while she looked at him curiously… wondering what he meant by that even as he answered. “That explains why the two of you make such a good team. I’ve watched you and most of the time you don’t even say anything to each other but you manage to know exactly what the other is thinking,” he sighed, moving his head into her touch to encourage her to keep doing what she was doing and smiling when her fingers were once again stroking his hair. “That also explains the charming little Southern accent that comes out of you when you’re tired… or excited,” he added with a wink.
She gave his hair a playful tug as his eyes teased her, enjoying the sound of his laughter that filled the room before she shook her head and continued with her story. “Emily and I have done pretty much everything together most of our lives. So, joining the FBI together didn’t come as a big shock to anyone that knew us. What did come as a shock was the realization that when we graduated, there was a very real chance that we’d be assigned on opposite ends of the country. When you’ve spent almost 20 years traveling the world with your best friend by your side, the thought of having a continent between you is pretty damned scary. But, we decided to look at it like another one of our adventures and to remind us of that, the week before we got our assignments we took a little road trip from Quantico to Miami. We spent two days, drinking margaritas, half-naked on the beach and then we paid a visit to our good friends who own a tattoo shop down there. The fellas designed a tattoo for each of us that no one else could have, and we both got inked.”
She let Colby take in all the information she’d just given him, smiling as she watched jealousy flicker through his eyes when she mentioned the artist who also had to touch her skin to give her the tattoo. The jealousy quickly faded as the curiosity returned, encouraging her to keep talking.
“Emily got a butterfly, and no I won’t tell you where she has it,” she replied when she saw his eyes brighten with the question she knew he wanted to ask. “But, this wasn’t just any delicate little butterfly tattoo. Chris designed one for her that is probably the most beautiful tattoo I have ever seen; it’s substantial but feminine, intricate but somehow simple in its design which is just what she wanted. For Em, I think she needed something that would remind her of freedom… you know, once a caterpillar that crept along until becoming a thing of beauty that could fly wherever the wind blew.”
“And what about you?” he asked, unable to stop himself as he moved to kiss the tattoo across her hip - tasting her there again and again before he was once more looking down into her eyes and waiting for her answer.
“For me, I’ve always been a bit of a nomad. There are days when I think if I don’t see some place new, I will just shrivel up and die. I’ve always been that way, except when I was in the water. The ocean… it’s the only place that ever felt like home, and I wanted to take that with me wherever I ended up after Quantico.”
“And the lily?” he asked, his voice softened with the same adoration she saw clouding his eyes.
She looked down over herself, watching as his fingers traced the white petals floating in the water and she smiled. “The lily was actually unexpected. Ami kept my drawing a secret until he was already inking me… knowing full well I hate surprises, particularly permanent ones,” she chuckled. “But when I saw what he’d given me, I knew there wasn’t a tattoo in existence that was more perfect for me. The lily, it’s not just my favorite flower. It… well it reminds me…”
“It reminds you of you, doesn’t it?” he spoke, finishing her thought and causing her to look back at him with both surprise and gratitude across her features. “It’s beautiful and resilient, unafraid of the uncertainty… a big wave ahead that could either crush it or carry it back to shore.”
“Something like that,” she breathed, wondering if he knew the truth in his words - looking at him as though he were the big wave ahead, able to crush her or carry her home now that she’d opened herself up to him.
She found her answer as he shifted his weight until his body was once again braced above her by the strength in his arms. He looked down at her, his gaze adoringly holding her where she lay, and there she found the same promise she’d seen last night. He wouldn’t hurt her, at least not intentionally, and she smiled to mirror his easing its way across his lips. He moved one hand to caress her face and she closed her eyes to enjoy his touch against her skin as his body pressed her into the bed - making her feel small… sheltered… delicious. Only when she felt his thumb caressing her lips did she open her eyes to look up at him while he watched her, his gaze softening as he sighed, “Thank you, Callie.”
“For what?” she asked, kissing at his thumb still moving over her lips as her hands tenderly caressed the back of his muscular arms.
“For letting me in, for letting go,” he breathed his answer.
Her smile softened, admiring the morning light dancing through his eyes as she whispered, “Thank you for giving me a reason.”
He was still smiling as he moved to kiss her then, fully lowering himself to her as he moved both hands to caress her face. She could feel his fingertips tracing tender shapes against her cheeks all while he kissed her - diving into her when she shifted her body beneath him. She heard him sigh softly as she slipped her hands around his sides to gently stroke his skin, running down to the small of his back and up once more while she shifted herself a second time and then a third.
This time a moan escaped him and Callie sighed into the warmth of his kiss, feeling him slowly lengthening between her legs where he rested. She smiled satisfactorily even as she kissed him deeply in return, moving to slide one long leg around him while the other bent to the side, bracing her against the bed and opening herself to him completely.
Her temptation forced him to pull back from the kiss, breathless as he rested his forehead against hers and looked down between her body and his. She continued to strum her fingers down his spine as he allowed himself a deep breath, taking just a moment to admire the way her body seemed to fit so perfectly into every curve of his own. With an appreciative sigh, his eyes met hers only a moment before he was kissing her again… his hips now sliding against hers, ready to give himself to her and filling Callie’s body with delight as she impatiently waited. There were so many other things they needed to say to each other this morning but for now she just wanted to lose herself in him again, invitingly moving her hips to guide him.
He was pressing forward, lips and limbs tangling as each lost themselves to the taste of the other… when the room suddenly filled with the disruptive sound of Callie’s phone ringing on the night stand.
Callie exhaled as Colby’s body instantly crumpled on top of hers, the moment between them broken even though his hips still ground against hers while she untangled her arm to reach for the phone. The deviousness across his features suggested that he intended to continue what she’d started despite her imminent answering of her phone, a fact that made her grin as she looked at the ID to see that it was Don calling her. But before he could so much as move to nibble on her neck, another phone started ringing from somewhere in the room… forcing him to pull away, looking around as he realized the second phone was his.
“Shit,” he grumbled, shifting his weight off of her. “Where is it?”
She nearly whimpered, already missing the feel of his body pressing her into the bed, as she replied, “Your phone was in your pants.”
“Right. And those would be?” he asked, distracted as his eyes scanned over her body - blushing red with her want of him while tiny bumps crept over her skin in the absence of his warmth atop her.
Despite the cold chill passing through her, she grinned as her green eyes danced with pride in answer. “Near the door. I gave them a good toss when I finally got you out of them last night.”
“Yes you did,” he growled with remembrance, his eyes meeting hers after another trip over her body. He was looking at her hungrier now than ever, but the obnoxious sound of both phones ringing kept him from giving her little more than a quick kiss before he slid off the bed.
She knew she needed to answer her phone but that didn’t keep her from watching him walking away, his perfect ass in motion with the swagger of his hips. No one could blame her for the satisfied hum that escaped her lips, refusing to blush when he heard her and smiled knowingly at her over his shoulder. She could only give him a wink, returning his smile before she opened her phone.
“Walker,” she spoke, trying to keep the dreaminess from her voice while still admiring the deliciousness of Agent Granger as he slid into his jeans and made his way into the next room to answer his phone.
As soon as she heard Don’s voice on the other end of the line, Callie’s smile faded with the realization that she was being called to work. Listening intently to the details Don gave her, she slid from her bed and moved to find the nearest article of clothing - not entirely comfortable talking to her boss and FBI partner while standing there completely naked. Her smile returned when she picked up Colby’s shirt from the floor and slipped it over her head. She breathed in the scent of him and enjoyed the feel of the material as it glided down over her skin where it rested loosely around her shoulders and covered her just above her thighs with the undone buttons dipping perfectly between her breasts.
She hummed in agreement at Don’s most recent statement as she shouldered her phone long enough to tie her wild curls back at the nape of her neck. She agreed with him again and then let him know she’d be there with him in twenty minutes, hanging up the phone as Colby entered the room - stopping abruptly when he saw her.
“Yeah. Yeah… I’ll be there,” he spoke brokenly before he hung up on David and tossed his phone to the bed, keeping his eyes on her and walking toward her with a determination that already had Callie’s skin flushing. He surprised her by suddenly pressing her into the nearest wall - his body digging into hers as he kissed her senseless.
“My… goodness,” she gasped when he broke the exchange. “What did I do to deserve that?” she breathed, letting herself melt further into him.
His hands were slowly unsnapping his shirt, revealing more and more of her as his gravelly voice replied. “I’ve never seen anything as sexy as you in my shirt.” His voice lowered with wanting even as his fingers moved lower over the snaps. “Well, except maybe you not in my shirt,” he continued as his hands slowly slid the material off one shoulder, then the other just before he looked at her and dipped his head down to take her breast into his mouth.
“Colby,” she sighed, wanting to bury her hands in his hair and to guide him in his torture but unable to move her arms where she was pinned with his shirt.
“Say it again, Cal,” he whispered, pulling away only long enough to trace the tip of her other breast with his tongue.
“Colby,” she breathed a little louder, her knees weakening.
She heard him hum as she felt his lips moving higher even as his hands slid down her arms until his shirt crumpled onto the floor for a second time.
His morning stubble grazed her neck and in her haze, she felt his fingertips against her abdomen, skimming over her skin and sinking lower.
“I wasn’t done with you this morning,” he rasped, lips tasting her skin. “We have time for a shower, right?” he whispered, his teeth nipping at her ear just as his fingers sunk into her heat… rubbing back and forth in a steady, maddening motion. A whimper escaped her as she moved her arms around him, needing him for support while her head arched back in pleasure, involuntarily moving into his touch.
“Don’t… you… don’t you need… your apartment… to change,” she panted, trying to hang on to some semblance of reality but losing herself completely to his delicious touch.
“I changed before I came here last night. No one else would know the difference.” His breath was hot against her skin as he pushed forward, now using his hips - barely covered by his open blue jeans - to guide his hand as he ground against her.
“We… oh, god… we should talk… about… the office…”
“Tonight. We’ll talk tonight,” he answered, easing his hand away from her heat and catching her as her body protested. She felt him smiling against her skin as his hands slid around to firmly grip her ass to hoist her off the ground. His hands invited her to wrap her legs around him as he began carrying her toward the bathroom, watching her all the while. “This time… I’ll cook.”
A sound of both surprise and delight was all that escaped her before she was completely lost to him - moving with him in the shower, crying out his name and wishing the morning would never end. In her heart, mind, body, and soul… she knew letting go had never felt so good.
<< Letting Go, Part 8
Title: Let's Talk... Later ("L" Word Series, Part 9)
Pairing/Characters: Colby/OFC-Callie
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 3130
Summary: Letting go had never felt so good.
Spoilers: none.
Notes/Warnings: I started with the desire to make a one shot, PWP. I ended up with a series. *head desk* Please see Author's Comments for more information. :)
Disclaimer: If you recognize it, regrettably - it's not mine.
The brilliant morning sunshine filled the house, illuminating Callie’s naked body - shamelessly laid bare with the sheet crumpled at her feet. She was resting on her back, her red curls splaying across her pillow with a few sweaty tendrils framing her face as she looked down over herself… looking at Colby.
His lips were slowly tracing the curve of her hip while she gingerly ran her fingers through his sweat dampened hair. She admired the way the sun kissed and warmed his skin, much like her touch had the night before and she smiled, watching as his lips hesitated over her tattoo. He too was smiling as he admired it, tracing it with his tongue before he kissed her there and looked up at her through his lashes.
He continued to look up at her as he moved his body higher, his lips still smiling as he left a trail of kisses over her as he went. He slipped about her smooth skin until he could rest his chin against her stomach, admiring her from where he was - looking up over her breasts and into her eyes.
She kept toying with his hair between her fingers while the two rested there - eyes meeting as they considered what had passed between them that left them basking in the afterglow of a night and early morning spent tangled together. This had gone well beyond the release of tension from the first encounter; the need and passion being the only similarity between then and now. This had been slow and tender, adventurous, as they discovered each other and what really existed between them. The intimate connection that had seemingly always been there was so much stronger now - surpassing the physical and allowing them to lie there together completely uninhibited without embarrassment or awkwardness.
Colby’s smile softened as he once more moved his lips to her skin, kissing her stomach before he effortlessly used the strength in his arms to slide his body up over hers until he could look down into her eyes. He held himself over her, lowering himself carefully until he could taste her lips - kissing her once, twice, and then a third time before he pulled back to look at her. His eyes were smiling to match his lips as he shifted his weight until he was lying on his side next to her, propping himself up on one elbow while his other hand slid slowly across her abdomen. His eyes instantly trailed down over her body, making her flush with excitement while he watched his hand sliding over her smooth skin… lower and lower until his fingertips traced the curve of her hip.
“Tell me about your tattoo, Cal,” he rasped, breaking the silence in the room as his thumb brushed over her painted skin much the same way his lips had tasted her there just moments earlier. “This… this is so sexy and elegant, but…” he paused to meet her eyes. “It’s like this naughty little secret that I just have to know.”
Callie chuckled at the not so innocent grin across his lips while his eyes traveled once more along her curves. Admittedly her heart flip-flopped with the curiosity in his eyes as he waited for her to answer. Even though she opened herself to him, letting him see her just as she promised she would… she somehow expected that he would be gone this morning - that after learning about her, he would realize he didn’t really want to know her. But now, here he lay with her - wanting to know more than just her body. He wanted to know her stories.
She smiled softly at him, reaching for him to once again run gentle fingers through his hair as she asked, “What do you want to know?”
“Everything,” he breathed, his eyes gleaming as they met hers.
She continued to smile quietly at him, admiring the way the sunlight caressed his features before she answered. “I don’t know if you know this or not, but our teammate Emily and I have been friends for 20 years. We grew up together in a little coastal town in Georgia.”
She watched his eyes dance as he nodded. “I didn’t know that, but it explains a lot.”
She tilted her head, her fingers halting movement through his hair while she looked at him curiously… wondering what he meant by that even as he answered. “That explains why the two of you make such a good team. I’ve watched you and most of the time you don’t even say anything to each other but you manage to know exactly what the other is thinking,” he sighed, moving his head into her touch to encourage her to keep doing what she was doing and smiling when her fingers were once again stroking his hair. “That also explains the charming little Southern accent that comes out of you when you’re tired… or excited,” he added with a wink.
She gave his hair a playful tug as his eyes teased her, enjoying the sound of his laughter that filled the room before she shook her head and continued with her story. “Emily and I have done pretty much everything together most of our lives. So, joining the FBI together didn’t come as a big shock to anyone that knew us. What did come as a shock was the realization that when we graduated, there was a very real chance that we’d be assigned on opposite ends of the country. When you’ve spent almost 20 years traveling the world with your best friend by your side, the thought of having a continent between you is pretty damned scary. But, we decided to look at it like another one of our adventures and to remind us of that, the week before we got our assignments we took a little road trip from Quantico to Miami. We spent two days, drinking margaritas, half-naked on the beach and then we paid a visit to our good friends who own a tattoo shop down there. The fellas designed a tattoo for each of us that no one else could have, and we both got inked.”
She let Colby take in all the information she’d just given him, smiling as she watched jealousy flicker through his eyes when she mentioned the artist who also had to touch her skin to give her the tattoo. The jealousy quickly faded as the curiosity returned, encouraging her to keep talking.
“Emily got a butterfly, and no I won’t tell you where she has it,” she replied when she saw his eyes brighten with the question she knew he wanted to ask. “But, this wasn’t just any delicate little butterfly tattoo. Chris designed one for her that is probably the most beautiful tattoo I have ever seen; it’s substantial but feminine, intricate but somehow simple in its design which is just what she wanted. For Em, I think she needed something that would remind her of freedom… you know, once a caterpillar that crept along until becoming a thing of beauty that could fly wherever the wind blew.”
“And what about you?” he asked, unable to stop himself as he moved to kiss the tattoo across her hip - tasting her there again and again before he was once more looking down into her eyes and waiting for her answer.
“For me, I’ve always been a bit of a nomad. There are days when I think if I don’t see some place new, I will just shrivel up and die. I’ve always been that way, except when I was in the water. The ocean… it’s the only place that ever felt like home, and I wanted to take that with me wherever I ended up after Quantico.”
“And the lily?” he asked, his voice softened with the same adoration she saw clouding his eyes.
She looked down over herself, watching as his fingers traced the white petals floating in the water and she smiled. “The lily was actually unexpected. Ami kept my drawing a secret until he was already inking me… knowing full well I hate surprises, particularly permanent ones,” she chuckled. “But when I saw what he’d given me, I knew there wasn’t a tattoo in existence that was more perfect for me. The lily, it’s not just my favorite flower. It… well it reminds me…”
“It reminds you of you, doesn’t it?” he spoke, finishing her thought and causing her to look back at him with both surprise and gratitude across her features. “It’s beautiful and resilient, unafraid of the uncertainty… a big wave ahead that could either crush it or carry it back to shore.”
“Something like that,” she breathed, wondering if he knew the truth in his words - looking at him as though he were the big wave ahead, able to crush her or carry her home now that she’d opened herself up to him.
She found her answer as he shifted his weight until his body was once again braced above her by the strength in his arms. He looked down at her, his gaze adoringly holding her where she lay, and there she found the same promise she’d seen last night. He wouldn’t hurt her, at least not intentionally, and she smiled to mirror his easing its way across his lips. He moved one hand to caress her face and she closed her eyes to enjoy his touch against her skin as his body pressed her into the bed - making her feel small… sheltered… delicious. Only when she felt his thumb caressing her lips did she open her eyes to look up at him while he watched her, his gaze softening as he sighed, “Thank you, Callie.”
“For what?” she asked, kissing at his thumb still moving over her lips as her hands tenderly caressed the back of his muscular arms.
“For letting me in, for letting go,” he breathed his answer.
Her smile softened, admiring the morning light dancing through his eyes as she whispered, “Thank you for giving me a reason.”
He was still smiling as he moved to kiss her then, fully lowering himself to her as he moved both hands to caress her face. She could feel his fingertips tracing tender shapes against her cheeks all while he kissed her - diving into her when she shifted her body beneath him. She heard him sigh softly as she slipped her hands around his sides to gently stroke his skin, running down to the small of his back and up once more while she shifted herself a second time and then a third.
This time a moan escaped him and Callie sighed into the warmth of his kiss, feeling him slowly lengthening between her legs where he rested. She smiled satisfactorily even as she kissed him deeply in return, moving to slide one long leg around him while the other bent to the side, bracing her against the bed and opening herself to him completely.
Her temptation forced him to pull back from the kiss, breathless as he rested his forehead against hers and looked down between her body and his. She continued to strum her fingers down his spine as he allowed himself a deep breath, taking just a moment to admire the way her body seemed to fit so perfectly into every curve of his own. With an appreciative sigh, his eyes met hers only a moment before he was kissing her again… his hips now sliding against hers, ready to give himself to her and filling Callie’s body with delight as she impatiently waited. There were so many other things they needed to say to each other this morning but for now she just wanted to lose herself in him again, invitingly moving her hips to guide him.
He was pressing forward, lips and limbs tangling as each lost themselves to the taste of the other… when the room suddenly filled with the disruptive sound of Callie’s phone ringing on the night stand.
Callie exhaled as Colby’s body instantly crumpled on top of hers, the moment between them broken even though his hips still ground against hers while she untangled her arm to reach for the phone. The deviousness across his features suggested that he intended to continue what she’d started despite her imminent answering of her phone, a fact that made her grin as she looked at the ID to see that it was Don calling her. But before he could so much as move to nibble on her neck, another phone started ringing from somewhere in the room… forcing him to pull away, looking around as he realized the second phone was his.
“Shit,” he grumbled, shifting his weight off of her. “Where is it?”
She nearly whimpered, already missing the feel of his body pressing her into the bed, as she replied, “Your phone was in your pants.”
“Right. And those would be?” he asked, distracted as his eyes scanned over her body - blushing red with her want of him while tiny bumps crept over her skin in the absence of his warmth atop her.
Despite the cold chill passing through her, she grinned as her green eyes danced with pride in answer. “Near the door. I gave them a good toss when I finally got you out of them last night.”
“Yes you did,” he growled with remembrance, his eyes meeting hers after another trip over her body. He was looking at her hungrier now than ever, but the obnoxious sound of both phones ringing kept him from giving her little more than a quick kiss before he slid off the bed.
She knew she needed to answer her phone but that didn’t keep her from watching him walking away, his perfect ass in motion with the swagger of his hips. No one could blame her for the satisfied hum that escaped her lips, refusing to blush when he heard her and smiled knowingly at her over his shoulder. She could only give him a wink, returning his smile before she opened her phone.
“Walker,” she spoke, trying to keep the dreaminess from her voice while still admiring the deliciousness of Agent Granger as he slid into his jeans and made his way into the next room to answer his phone.
As soon as she heard Don’s voice on the other end of the line, Callie’s smile faded with the realization that she was being called to work. Listening intently to the details Don gave her, she slid from her bed and moved to find the nearest article of clothing - not entirely comfortable talking to her boss and FBI partner while standing there completely naked. Her smile returned when she picked up Colby’s shirt from the floor and slipped it over her head. She breathed in the scent of him and enjoyed the feel of the material as it glided down over her skin where it rested loosely around her shoulders and covered her just above her thighs with the undone buttons dipping perfectly between her breasts.
She hummed in agreement at Don’s most recent statement as she shouldered her phone long enough to tie her wild curls back at the nape of her neck. She agreed with him again and then let him know she’d be there with him in twenty minutes, hanging up the phone as Colby entered the room - stopping abruptly when he saw her.
“Yeah. Yeah… I’ll be there,” he spoke brokenly before he hung up on David and tossed his phone to the bed, keeping his eyes on her and walking toward her with a determination that already had Callie’s skin flushing. He surprised her by suddenly pressing her into the nearest wall - his body digging into hers as he kissed her senseless.
“My… goodness,” she gasped when he broke the exchange. “What did I do to deserve that?” she breathed, letting herself melt further into him.
His hands were slowly unsnapping his shirt, revealing more and more of her as his gravelly voice replied. “I’ve never seen anything as sexy as you in my shirt.” His voice lowered with wanting even as his fingers moved lower over the snaps. “Well, except maybe you not in my shirt,” he continued as his hands slowly slid the material off one shoulder, then the other just before he looked at her and dipped his head down to take her breast into his mouth.
“Colby,” she sighed, wanting to bury her hands in his hair and to guide him in his torture but unable to move her arms where she was pinned with his shirt.
“Say it again, Cal,” he whispered, pulling away only long enough to trace the tip of her other breast with his tongue.
“Colby,” she breathed a little louder, her knees weakening.
She heard him hum as she felt his lips moving higher even as his hands slid down her arms until his shirt crumpled onto the floor for a second time.
His morning stubble grazed her neck and in her haze, she felt his fingertips against her abdomen, skimming over her skin and sinking lower.
“I wasn’t done with you this morning,” he rasped, lips tasting her skin. “We have time for a shower, right?” he whispered, his teeth nipping at her ear just as his fingers sunk into her heat… rubbing back and forth in a steady, maddening motion. A whimper escaped her as she moved her arms around him, needing him for support while her head arched back in pleasure, involuntarily moving into his touch.
“Don’t… you… don’t you need… your apartment… to change,” she panted, trying to hang on to some semblance of reality but losing herself completely to his delicious touch.
“I changed before I came here last night. No one else would know the difference.” His breath was hot against her skin as he pushed forward, now using his hips - barely covered by his open blue jeans - to guide his hand as he ground against her.
“We… oh, god… we should talk… about… the office…”
“Tonight. We’ll talk tonight,” he answered, easing his hand away from her heat and catching her as her body protested. She felt him smiling against her skin as his hands slid around to firmly grip her ass to hoist her off the ground. His hands invited her to wrap her legs around him as he began carrying her toward the bathroom, watching her all the while. “This time… I’ll cook.”
A sound of both surprise and delight was all that escaped her before she was completely lost to him - moving with him in the shower, crying out his name and wishing the morning would never end. In her heart, mind, body, and soul… she knew letting go had never felt so good.
<< Letting Go, Part 8