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way,” Callie interrupted him, shaking
her head slowly. “I’ve seen some of those bombshells you’ve been with over the
years. There’s no way you could have possibly been thinking of me while you
were with them.”
    “But I was.” He touched the side of her
face then, his thumb rubbing gently along her cheekbone. “God help me, I knew I
shouldn’t have been, that I had no right to think of you after the way I’d
ended things, but I was,” he whispered. “I spent hours writing in my journals,
trying to formulate what I would say to you, working to come up with the
perfect letter that would worm its way past your defenses and into your heart.
Somehow those letters ended up turning into stories about how our life should
have been, about how I wanted things to be between us, and that’s where I got
the idea to write a novel.”
    “So then, that story really is about us?”
Callie whispered, her eyes shining in the darkness.
    “Yes.”
    “I don’t know,” she murmured, leaning
into his hand a little as he continued to caress her face. His heart was
pounding hard now, his jeans impossibly tight from his growing erection. It was
almost too good to be true, that she was sitting here with him, letting her
touch him. He didn’t want to break the spell, but he knew it couldn’t last
forever. “The way your characters… Mikaela and Andre… were, we were never that
way, with that level of intimacy.”
    “We could be, though.” He slid his hand
down to cup the back of her neck, tilting her head back and exposing the milky
column of her throat, then lowered his head to press his lips against the pulse
point fluttering near the hollow of her throat. “If you’d give it a chance.”
    Callie gasped, her hands fluttering to
rest against his shoulders. “I could take you right here,” he whispered
wickedly against her skin, sliding a hand beneath her jacket to toy with the
hem of her white turtleneck. “Bent over the bench, your hands braced against
the railing as I fuck you slowly from behind.” His voice grew rough as he
imagined it, her bare as milky in the moonlight as he slowly slipped in and out
of her tight entrance.
    “H-here?” Callie stammered, and though
fear tinged her voice, there was excitement too. “But people could see us. Just
walk right by.”
    “Isn’t that the fun of it, though?” He
flicked his tongue out, tasting salt and heat and sweetness against her skin,
and Callie shuddered. “The fear of being found out adds a whole new edge to the
experience.” His fingers did slide beneath her shirt then, reaching up to cup
her firm breast. He found her nipple easily, and was rewarded with a gasp as he
rolled it back and forth between his thumb and forefinger.
    “I don’t know…” Callie moaned, her
fingers tightening on his shoulders. “It just seems so…”
    “Naughty?” he suggested, tweaking her
nipple a little more firmly. She let out a squeak, jerking in his arms. “Shhh,”
he soothed, lifting his head to see that her face was flushed, her eyes heavy
lidded. “Don’t think too much. Just feel.”
    He kissed her then, just a light press of
the lips, once, twice, three times. His hand remained on her breast, toying
with her nipple, and she scooted closer until their bodies were pressing
together. He felt her smile, and then she gasped again as he took her bottom
lip into his mouth and suckled gently. She tasted like oranges and mint, likely
from the chewing gum she was so fond of, and something sweeter, unique to her.
Oh, how he’d missed the taste of her lips…
    In the span of two seconds, the tone of
the kiss changed from sweet to possessive. Suddenly her tongue was sliding
against his, engaging him in an oral battle for domination. He pushed back,
tangling with her, then let out a gasp of his own as her hand slid between his
legs to squeeze his erection through his pants. She began massaging him through
the denim, and he thought he was going to lose his mind, that he