Total pages in book: 124
Estimated words: 119005 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 595(@200wpm)___ 476(@250wpm)___ 397(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 119005 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 595(@200wpm)___ 476(@250wpm)___ 397(@300wpm)
Not fucking.
Making love.
My climax shattered through me on his next deep plunge, and I shuddered beneath him, moaning his name.
Callan came in the aftermath of my climax, bowing his head in my neck as his cock throbbed inside me. He ground his hips as if he didn’t want it to end, his groan reverberating in my ear.
This was the point in the night Callan would carry me into the bathroom to clean me up, but only so we could go another round. Starting all over again with foreplay.
But as I lay there with his heavy, strong body over mine, I felt my insides come apart in a different way. Not in a good way.
The tear escaped before I could stop it.
I brushed it aside and pushed at Callan in the panic. “Get off,” I whispered frantically.
Callan’s body went from relaxed to alert in zero point five seconds. He lifted his head to look at me. “Beth—”
“Get off.” I shoved at him.
“Fuck.” He rolled away, but as I moved to get out of the bed, he stopped me. “Beth, talk to me. Did I do something?”
Aye. You made me fall for you, you absolute arsehole. His stricken expression, however, cut through my own. How was he to know how I was feeling if I didn’t bloody tell him?
I sat up and moved to the edge of the bed.
“Beth.”
“I can’t do this anymore.” I looked back at him over my shoulder. “It’s … it’s not just casual anymore for me.”
Callan’s expression blanked.
Pain, like a sharp burn across my chest, made me look away. Quickly, I stood and started dressing, ignoring the wet evidence of where he’d been between my legs.
“Beth, don’t go.”
I looked at him as I stepped into my shoes. “Why?”
His expression was no longer blank. There was a desperation in his eyes that gave me hope.
Yet he didn’t respond.
I yanked on my dress, rolling the hem down my thighs. “I can’t do another six weeks.”
“Beth, come on.”
The pleading in his expression emboldened me. “I have real feelings for you. If you have real feelings for me, then let’s cut this timeline bullshit out and make a go of this.”
Callan dragged a hand through his hair and let out a shuddering breath.
“Well?”
Finally, he looked at me. There was turmoil there. It made my stomach clench. “I … I can’t do a relationship. Not just with you. With anyone.”
That pain in my chest … it was suddenly a fissure that broke into a million more. I didn’t want to cry. Not in front of him. Not when he was sitting there telling me I wasn’t special after all. Making love to me … was it because he was in the mood for tender?
It meant nothing to him?
I really was only a convenient body to shove his cock into.
“This is over,” I choked out.
I was out of the room before he could say anything. My heart raced so hard, I thought I was going to be sick. It was probably why I didn’t hear him coming after me. But as I reached the exit, he was suddenly there, his expression panicked as he pressed me against the wall at his door. Caging me.
“Don’t,” he pleaded. “Not like this.”
Damn him because the tears I’d been fighting so hard to keep in spilled out.
“No,” he whispered hoarsely at the sight of them, ducking his head to kiss them off my cheeks. It only made me cry harder. “Please, princess, don’t cry.”
I shoved at him. “Then let me go.”
“I can’t, I can’t.” He pressed his forehead to mine.
“I’m telling you I need this to be real between us,” I told him through my tears. “If you can’t give me that, let me go.”
After what felt like an age, Callan lifted his forehead to mine. To my shock, he seemed angry. “I can’t do a relationship with anyone,” he gritted out.
Self-preservation kicked in and I felt a numbness cascade over me. My tears dried on my cheeks. “Then let me go,” I demanded coldly.
He searched my face. Seeing I meant it, his eyes flashed and then he kissed me, hard, punishing. I had to fight against his pull, that frantic hunger for him. “Stop,” I panted, breaking away.
“Is that really what you want?” He bit at my jaw, and then pressed wet kisses down my throat. I hated that my body reacted, arching toward him for more. “Because I didn’t know the last time was going to be the last time.” Callan lifted his gaze, lust blazing in it.
I knew what he was asking for. I knew and I should run like hell.
But I was furious and hurt and I wanted to rip him to shreds for it. I lunged for his mouth and we crashed together in biting, wet kisses. Callan shoved my dress up to my waist as we devoured each other and then he yanked on my knickers until they fluttered to the floor. I stepped out of them as Callan dragged his mouth down my throat, his stubble scratching against my skin.