I’ll admit it. She threw me off with the “sizeable package” bit, and I had to rush to catch up to her. Callie lives in one of the nicer apartments in town, one that has a marble entryway and a front desk that’s manned twenty-four seven. I’d looked into this place when I was apartment hunting a few years ago and know this is way out of my price range. I vaguely wonder how she’s paying for it since a management position at a bar couldn’t possibly pay enough for rent here. Unless Tom’s been holding out on me.

I’m grateful we’re alone, aside from a front desk attendant preoccupied with his crossword puzzle.

Once the elevator doors open and we step inside, I move to lean against one side of the car. I rock back and forth, sliding my hands in my pockets. She mimics my actions, those lips of hers quirked slightly as if I amuse her.

I’d like to do a whole hell of a lot more than just amuse her.

We arrive at her floor, and I wave my hand, indicating she should precede me. Honestly, it’s a cross between being a gentleman and the simple fact that I get to watch the gentle sway of her hips when she walks in front of me. What I wouldn’t give to slide my hand beneath her dress, dip my fingers inside her, and see if she’s as wet for me as she was last weekend.

Fuck. I need to get my shit together. This can’t happen. For a shit-ton of reasons, which we both seem to realize. At least that’s why I’m assuming she’s gone so quiet since I parked my truck in the apartment complex lot.

Callie fumbles with her keys before finally managing to unlock her door. I rake a hand through my hair, fighting the fierce urge to touch her. To reach out and see if she feels this same overwhelming pull I do.

I can’t do this. I need to get out of here. Hell, I’ve never been so torn about what I want. On the one hand, Callie’s amazing. She’s funny, witty, smart. Sexy as hell. Any man would be lucky to have her. But then there’s the underlying fact she’s everything I should hate.

“Well…” I force myself to take a step back. When she glances at me from over her shoulder, her hair shifting in a slow caress, I take another step back. “I won’t keep you. Thanks for, uh”—I tear my eyes away and clear my throat—“coming along tonight.” I offer a little wave and turn on my heel to recall the elevator.

I jab my finger on the button once. Twice. Three times. I shove my hands into my pockets because I’m tempted to continue pressing it until the elevator doors open.

Her tentative voice carries over to me. “Thanks for letting me tag along tonight.”

I don’t respond. Instead, I inwardly chant, Come on, come on, come on! to the damn elevator that’s decided to go AWOL at the worst possible time.

I detect the sound of her stepping inside her apartment and think I’m in the clear.

Until the faint, almost tender sentiment drifts my way.

“Good night, Reid Morgan.”

Her voice moves over me like a caress, making the hairs on the back of my neck stand at attention, and something inside me snaps. I can’t even explain it, but it’s as though a deep-seated need within me refuses to allow our night to end like this.

Spinning around, I stride back to her door, just as it’s about to close. I gently place my palm on it and draw it to a stop.

“Rainbow.” That’s all I say. One word. One single word, uttered barely above a whisper. But it’s a plea. For more than just to open the door.

And I’m hoping—praying—she’ll understand what I’m not verbalizing.

The door inches open with agonizing slowness until she reappears before me. Her brown eyes peer up at me with a surprised hesitance.

We stand with our gazes locked, our eyes saying what we can’t—or won’t—say aloud.

Until it happens. A single whispered word, heavy with intent and heat...and another more intimate quality I can’t quite decipher.

“Reid.”

That’s it. If I thought I had any restraint, it’s gone faster than tequila shots at a bachelorette party. Propelled into action, I step over the threshold and kick the door shut behind me. The pulse point at her neck is going crazy, and her chest rises and falls with slightly labored breaths.

I don’t dare break eye contact. Especially since I need to be sure we’re on the same page.

“I have to be honest with you.” I make sure to keep my voice as nonchalant as possible as I search her features. “I don’t plan to leave here tonight.” I can’t help the smirk that tugs at the corner of my lips. “Not until I’ve made you come at least a few times.” I clear my throat. “If that’s okay with you.”

Ball’s in her court. If she wants me to leave, I’ll do it. But I’m hoping to hell that won’t be her answer.

There’s a beat of silence. And just when I think the worst-case scenario is going to happen and she’s about to shove my ass out the door, the edge of her mouth tips up.

She taps her index finger to her lips in exaggerated thought. “Now, when you say at least a few times, do you mean twice? Or four times? Because that’s deal breaker material, Morgan.”

I rush toward my little ballbuster and cradle her face in my palms. Dipping my head, I bring my mouth a hairsbreadth away from hers. With my lips poised against hers, she draws in a sharp breath, and I whisper, “I mean, as many times as I can.”

Softly, I dust my lips over hers once before I lean back slightly. The sight of her with her eyes closed and lips parted is one I savor. “Sound good?”

“No.”

Wait, what?

Her eyes flash open, and her mouth twists into a wicked grin.

“I think I might need a trial run first.” She rises on her toes, bringing her lips to my ear. “Just to be sure.” On the last word, she nips my earlobe before soothing it with her tongue.

Jesus. I’m painfully hard, pressing against the front of my jeans. It doesn’t help when her palm finds me, cups me, and she whispers against the side of my neck, “I need to be sure you really do have a sizeable package.” She traces the hard outline of my cock, and I rock into her touch. When she unfastens my jeans enough to allow the soft pad of her finger to skim over the head of my cock peeking out from beneath the waistband of my boxer briefs, I lose control.

With a low growl, I scoop her up, one arm beneath her legs and the other braced at her back. Her eyes dance merrily when they meet mine.

“Can’t wait to lay your doubts to rest.” I start down her hallway and toss a questioning glance her way, then follow her direction to the door leading to her bedroom.

I stalk to the bed and carefully release her from my hold. She slides down my body, her breasts brushing down my chest. It takes everything in me not to rip her clothes off and take her against the wall. A woman like Callie deserves better than that, though. Instead, I plant my hands on her hips and make sure she’s steady on her feet before I release her. I reach out to smooth her tousled hair, and the sensation of the silky strands against my skin feels decadent. I sink my fingers into her hair and tilt her face up as I take her mouth in a claiming kiss.

I sweep my tongue inside to toy with hers, but the instant I taste her, it unleashes a frenzied need within me. My kiss turns fierce, demanding, but she meets each stroke of my tongue without hesitation. Her fingers clutch the fabric of my T-shirt, and the tiny moans she emits spur me on.

I reluctantly move one hand from her silken tresses to cup her ass and tug her closer. My cock pulses at the base of her stomach, and her hands dive beneath the cotton fabric of my shirt to skim along my abs. The moment her palms touch my skin, we spring into action, both hastily removing any barriers of fabric between us. Kicking off our shoes, we frantically tear at each other’s clothes until everything’s pooled by our feet on the floor.

“Jesus.” I swallow hard at the sight of Callie’s bare skin. My gaze travels down her sleek form before I return to meet her eyes. “You’re so damn beautiful.”

A faint flush spreads across her cheeks, which catches me by surprise. When she averts her gaze, I trail the pad of my fingertip along the arch of her cheekbone, down her jawline, and along the slim column of her throat all while watching her reaction. Her eyes flutter closed, and she tips her head back to give me more access, her breathing becoming shallow with breathy pants. I track the path my fingertip travels down to her nipples, which immediately pebble into tight peaks, just begging for my mouth.

I drag the calloused pad of my thumb over her hardened tip, loving the way she arches into my touch.

“Reid,” she breathes out, and her eyes flash open, heated lust radiating from the depths.

Using my thumb and forefinger, I tug gently on her nipple, lightly raking my teeth over the tip, and a gasp escapes from her lips. Pleasure courses through me that I’m doing this—that it’s me whose touch she’s arching into—as she wordlessly begs for more.

“Is this what you want?” I latch my lips around her hardened peak, and her hands instantly move to grip the short strands of my hair. I lash my tongue on her nipple and suckle it before releasing it slowly to peer up at her.

Her eyelids flutter open, and when she peers at me, gaze laden with heated lust, she backs away slightly. The faint smirk playing on her lips indicates she’s up to something.

Cocking an eyebrow, she circles her index finger, gesturing to my lower body while she backs away farther. Slipping onto the bed, she deepens her smirk. “Oh, Reid. You should know exactly what I want.”

Slowly, I follow suit and join her. I brace myself above her, resting on my forearms. “And what is that?”

Her laugh is husky, mischievous, and sexy as hell. Those chocolate-brown eyes crinkling at the corners. She slides her hands to the back of my head to bring my lips to hers, and with each word, her mouth brushes against mine in a tantalizing caress.

“I want bingo.”

My deep chuckle barely escapes before she kisses the hell out of me, our tongues clashing in their own sensual banter. Our hands are everywhere, neither of us able to get enough—to feel enough. When I break our kiss, she lets out a whimper that quickly turns into a moan as I slip down her body, leaving hot, wet kisses in my wake. I revel in her sharp hiss of breath when I settle between her legs, my mouth hovering over her core.

Her thighs part farther to grant me access. I lift my gaze to see her watching me, her eyes heavy-lidded and darkened with arousal. Without breaking eye contact, I drape her legs over my shoulders before I dip my head and drag my tongue along her entrance.

The instant her taste hits my tongue, a surge of arousal strums through my veins, and I press my cock against the mattress to stave off the urge to come. Jesus, this woman will be my undoing.

I’ve wanted this for so long. To be the one who pleases her on the most intimate level.

“Reid.”

My name on her lips, spoken with a breathless yearning, urges me on. I fasten my lips over her clit and gently suck while flicking my tongue at the bundle of nerves. I swirl my tongue, savoring the sound of her moans.

Her eyes begin to drift closed, and I abruptly stop, eliciting a whimper from her. “Look at me, Callie,” I command, my voice raspy. “Watch me.”

She obeys, opening her eyes, as ragged breaths spill past her parted lips.

“Watch me make you come.”

She swallows hard, and with our eyes locked, I lower my head and watch the myriad of emotions cross her face while I devour her. I thrust my tongue into her, tasting her deeply, her moans urging me on.

With every move, every sound she makes, I’m completely tuned in, ensuring her pleasure. Because even if I can’t give her everything, I can give her this.

Callie’s thighs tense, and I shift, fastening my lips over her clit before I thrust a finger into her wet heat. I swirl my tongue over the bundle of nerves and add a second finger. Her body arches in response, thighs tightening around me.

“Reid.” Her voice is thin, needy, and I know what she’s trying to say.

I hook my fingers inside her and work her clit with my tongue and fucking hell. She’s so goddamn wet. She clenches around my finger, rolling her hips and shamelessly thrusting herself on my fingers.

The sensations of her slick pussy and the taste of her on my tongue have me gritting my teeth against the sudden surge of pleasure that has me teetering on the edge already.

Her fists tighten their grip on my hair, indicating she’s teetering on the edge. And if there’s one thing I’ve recently discovered, it’s that I love watching Callie ride out her orgasm and witnessing the blissful release wash over her.

To be the one who gives that to her.

“Reid…” Her eyes are closed, head arched back against the pillow. “I’m—”

That’s as far as she gets because I add a third finger and pick up the pace with my tongue to send her catapulting over the edge. Her fingers pull at my hair as her hips buck into me. Her thighs tighten, but I barely pay them any mind because of the sight before me, watching her come undone.

Callie’s incredible and so fucking gorgeous as she rides out her release. Once her tremors subside, I slide my fingers out and can’t help but grin at the sound of her tiny, strangled moan when she peers down to watch me suck my fingers clean.

I take a moment to savor her on my tongue. To suck her taste from my fingers while I watch her eyes darken further with lust.

Easing her legs from my shoulders, she’s completely languid from her release. Shifting up her body, I can’t resist a groan as our heated flesh meets, her torso flush with mine, and I place a tender kiss on her lips.

I lift my head to peer down at her, waiting for her to open her eyes. When they flare open, the heat within the depths is unmistakable, and pride courses through me.

I cock an eyebrow much like she did moments earlier. “I have to say, you definitely got bingo.”

Her lips form a moue, and she shakes her head, her eyes sparkling with barely banked amusement. “Not quite.”

She catches me by surprise, placing her palms on my chest to give me a gentle shove. She rolls me onto my back and straddles me, settling her scorching heat over my cock, and I can’t withhold my groan.

With palms splayed flat against my chest, Callie leans over me, her hair creating a curtain around our faces. Her eyes shine with mischief and what almost appears to be affection. She reaches over to the nightstand, and I recognize the crinkling sound of a condom wrapper. She rips it open, discards the wrapper, and shifts her position to slide the latex over my cock, smoothing it over my jutting arousal.

A satisfied smile tugs at her lips before she braces her palms on my chest. Lowering herself down on my cock with aching slowness, she dusts her lips over mine in a featherlight caress and whispers, “I plan on getting bingo.” There’s another graze of her lips along my jawline as she sinks to the base of my length, and it sends a surge of arousal blazing through me. “Over and over again.”

A sharp hiss of breath escapes my lips when she shifts her hips, tightening around me. I reach up to thread my fingers through her silky hair and use my hold on her to guide her mouth to mine. Our kiss is hungry, hard, and insistent.

Having my mouth and tongue on her, kissing her intimately, had already propelled me closer to the edge. The way she works her wet pussy over my cock, her moans swallowed by my mouth, our tongues tangling in their own sensual dance, further frays my control.

With swift movements, I shift our position, her back against the mattress, my cock buried deep inside her.

Her eyes widen when I grasp her leg and guide her bent knee flush against the side of her chest. “Hold it there.”

She acquiesces, and the position allows me to sink in another delicious inch, and I can tell I’m hitting at just the right angle on my first thrust.

“Reid!” Her breathy gasp is all the indication I need.

I quicken my thrusts, ensuring they’re long, deep strokes of her inner walls. Bracing my palms on either side of her, I fasten my lips over hers in a deep kiss, her nipples brushing against my chest in a tantalizing caress.

It feels as though I’m driving impossibly deep, my powerful thrusts eliciting groans from both of us. Pressure begins to well deep within me, and I hiss the instant her inner walls tighten around me.

I drive into her once more before her inner muscles clench and release in rapid progression as her climax washes over her. It takes all my willpower to push past the way she clenches me, to ride out her orgasm and not immediately give in to my own release. My motions are feverish as I surge in and out of her. My vision blurs, and I squeeze my eyes shut, stiffening with a powerful shudder as my release barrels through me. We’re both panting, and I take a moment to savor this. Because, fuck, this was better than I imagined.

I finally find the strength to raise my head when she shifts, her bent leg straightening out. The flare of heat present in the depths of her gaze causes my chest to constrict. Her eyes flick over my face, searching, as her lips curve into a slow, satisfied smile, and her voice has a slightly husky quality.

“Bingo.”

I quirk an eyebrow as I fight a smile, and her accompanying laughter is soon muffled by my lips.

One thing’s for certain. I sure as hell won’t ever be able to think of bingo the same way again.