through my body. I am not ready for him to see it or the scars. The thought of him pushing me away, the way the others did, constricts my throat. I can’t show him. He wouldn't want the broken, damaged girl I am.
His hand drops to the hem of his T-shirt and he slips it over his head. The magnificent toned body I have seen in so many tabloid photos is in front of me. Every ridge and dip of his chiseled torso. His skin is smooth, and so silky. Placing my palms flat on his chest, the heat emanates from him. With slow caresses over his chest, I trace lines to his cut V muscles that peek at me from his hips. He grunts. “I need to be inside you, Petal. I want to fuck you.” The desire dripping from his words pulls at my core. My panties are soaked with arousal for this man.
“I am not ready. Not right now.”
His gaze drops to where our bodies are touching. A throb in his jeans makes the ache between my legs unbearable. “I will wait for you, Petal.” I realize what I can do. What I want to do. The decision in my stare must affirm my intentions. He draws away, and I step back off the sofa. My choice is natural, I drop to my knees, I peer up into those stormy blue eyes. They’re dark with hunger. “You don’t have—”
“Shh…” I make quick work of his belt buckle. Unzipping his pants, I stroke his cock through the thin black cotton briefs. His head falls back as he hisses my name. Again and again.
“No. Jesus, Tayla. Stop.” His harsh command has me reeling. He sits forward, pulling me up. He pulls his zipper up and tugs me into his arms. “This is not the way I want to do this. I crave you, like nothing I have before, but I need to do it right.” His smile is sweet. He wants a real relationship?
“But, I thought…”
“Be with me? Petal, you’re incredible. Amazing. Beautiful. Sexy as hell. I can see you. I see through you. Into your heart.” His words pierce me deep. “There is nothing more I wish for than to carry you to my bedroom right now. But I will wait till you’re ready.” Stepping back, he gives me a smile.
“Promise?” I don’t know why I need to hear him say it, but I do. The idea of a relationship scares me, but with him I can try. The public image he portrays isn’t the real Callum Hayes. This, right here, is the man I want to know. The one I crave to give myself to. The question remains, will he be able to ignore my scars of the past and accept me for who I am now?
“I promise.” I lean in and kiss her again, there’s uncertainty in her eyes and I wonder if it’s something I did. My hands roam her curves, lifting the delicate material of her shirt. She is toned, but soft. Supple. My cock is hard. My mouth is watering for her. Without warning, the door behind us swings open. My glance lifts and my blood boils at someone else looking at her body. “Liam. Jesus, can't you knock!” My voice is loud and booms through the small space.
“Well, it’s my fucking house too, I can go where I please. What the fuck is going on here?” My brother’s stare bounces between me and Tayla. My hands drop and I tug the hem of her top down, protecting her from his prying eyes.
“I was teaching Tayla the guitar.” When I twist to face him entirely, I can see his mind racing through the situation he caught me in only two months previously. I had one groupie in here and she was riding my dick on the sofa. That didn’t end well. Mainly because the poor girl jumped off my lap so fast to cover up and then when she realized it was my brother she assumed she struck the jackpot. She wanted a threesome with the Hayes brothers. Unlucky for her. I don’t share. Liam pounced on the idea and hauled the little slut out and I was left wondering what the fuck happened.
“I need to work. Why don’t you find another room to have your fun?” His voice is clipped, and I knew he didn’t like that somehow, Tayla had gotten under my skin. I was different with her. We have known each other
His hand drops to the hem of his T-shirt and he slips it over his head. The magnificent toned body I have seen in so many tabloid photos is in front of me. Every ridge and dip of his chiseled torso. His skin is smooth, and so silky. Placing my palms flat on his chest, the heat emanates from him. With slow caresses over his chest, I trace lines to his cut V muscles that peek at me from his hips. He grunts. “I need to be inside you, Petal. I want to fuck you.” The desire dripping from his words pulls at my core. My panties are soaked with arousal for this man.
“I am not ready. Not right now.”
His gaze drops to where our bodies are touching. A throb in his jeans makes the ache between my legs unbearable. “I will wait for you, Petal.” I realize what I can do. What I want to do. The decision in my stare must affirm my intentions. He draws away, and I step back off the sofa. My choice is natural, I drop to my knees, I peer up into those stormy blue eyes. They’re dark with hunger. “You don’t have—”
“Shh…” I make quick work of his belt buckle. Unzipping his pants, I stroke his cock through the thin black cotton briefs. His head falls back as he hisses my name. Again and again.
“No. Jesus, Tayla. Stop.” His harsh command has me reeling. He sits forward, pulling me up. He pulls his zipper up and tugs me into his arms. “This is not the way I want to do this. I crave you, like nothing I have before, but I need to do it right.” His smile is sweet. He wants a real relationship?
“But, I thought…”
“Be with me? Petal, you’re incredible. Amazing. Beautiful. Sexy as hell. I can see you. I see through you. Into your heart.” His words pierce me deep. “There is nothing more I wish for than to carry you to my bedroom right now. But I will wait till you’re ready.” Stepping back, he gives me a smile.
“Promise?” I don’t know why I need to hear him say it, but I do. The idea of a relationship scares me, but with him I can try. The public image he portrays isn’t the real Callum Hayes. This, right here, is the man I want to know. The one I crave to give myself to. The question remains, will he be able to ignore my scars of the past and accept me for who I am now?
“I promise.” I lean in and kiss her again, there’s uncertainty in her eyes and I wonder if it’s something I did. My hands roam her curves, lifting the delicate material of her shirt. She is toned, but soft. Supple. My cock is hard. My mouth is watering for her. Without warning, the door behind us swings open. My glance lifts and my blood boils at someone else looking at her body. “Liam. Jesus, can't you knock!” My voice is loud and booms through the small space.
“Well, it’s my fucking house too, I can go where I please. What the fuck is going on here?” My brother’s stare bounces between me and Tayla. My hands drop and I tug the hem of her top down, protecting her from his prying eyes.
“I was teaching Tayla the guitar.” When I twist to face him entirely, I can see his mind racing through the situation he caught me in only two months previously. I had one groupie in here and she was riding my dick on the sofa. That didn’t end well. Mainly because the poor girl jumped off my lap so fast to cover up and then when she realized it was my brother she assumed she struck the jackpot. She wanted a threesome with the Hayes brothers. Unlucky for her. I don’t share. Liam pounced on the idea and hauled the little slut out and I was left wondering what the fuck happened.
“I need to work. Why don’t you find another room to have your fun?” His voice is clipped, and I knew he didn’t like that somehow, Tayla had gotten under my skin. I was different with her. We have known each other
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