Candy Store

out as all of the pressure that had been building up since she first saw Derek standing at the bar threatened to explode into a million glorious pieces. Impossible tremors wracked her, knocking her back against the shelves, pushing her off the counter into his lips and teeth and hands.
    He slipped one finger into her, then two, and Callie felt her muscles clench around him, trying to take him even deeper. Envisioning his shaft pumping in and out of her, just like his fingers were doing, rough and powerful and perfect, her heart started pounding so hard, so much faster than she thought it could, and she came apart completely for him.

Chapter Four

    On his knees, sticky in a pool of milk, Derek could hardly think. Hell, he could hardly breathe.
    He was no stranger to sweaty, grinding sex, but he couldn’t help but be amazed by what happened to him with Callie.
    He got within five feet of her and he lost his mind. He had to have her. Every perfect inch of her.
    He'd always had a thing for small, stacked blondes, but this one was putting every other woman he’d been with to shame. She was heedless in her passion, shy yet demanding, hungry for his touch, yet waiting for him to make the next move.
    His hard-on throbbed in his pants, demanding attention. With his free hand, he undid his belt buckle and unzipped his pants and slipped on a condom he'd stashed in his wallet. Steadying Callie, who had leaned her weight against him as she recovered from the orgasm that had ripped through her, Derek slowly slid his fingers from her and rose up from his knees.
    He wanted to plunge into her, roughly, forcefully, until he exploded. He wanted to feel her gorgeous breasts heavy in his hands as he rode her.
    Dominating her, body and soul.
    He wanted to grab her ankles and push them over his shoulders, opening up her thighs wide so that both of them could watch him sink into her, stretch her sweet flesh, inch by inch.
    But even though he wanted to do all of this and more, he didn’t. Because even more than Derek wanted to take Callie for his own pleasure, he wanted to please her all over again.
    More than anything, he wanted to hear her cries of ecstasy, he wanted the pleasure of watching her come apart again beneath him.
    Quickly slipping on a condom he'd stashed in his wallet, he looked into beautiful blue eyes, so shy again, and he opened his mouth to murmur something comforting to her, to let her know that she was safe with him, that he was going to take his time, even if it killed him, but then her eyes changed, turning from a clear ocean to a swirling, deep dark blue.
    Before he knew it, she was bucking her hips into him.
    “Callie,” he groaned against her lips.
    She shut him up with a kiss so full of ownership, Derek had a flash of knowledge that would have stunned him had he been able to get past the heat of her all around him.
    He would be hers forever.
    Bucking and rearing, he slid in and out of her, delirious with pleasure. Her full breasts struck his chest with every thrust and her kisses sucked all of the breath from his lungs.
    Barely coherent, Derek felt her inner muscles begin to tighten around his shaft. Mustering what little control he had left, he held her ass still with his big hands.
    “Look at me.”
    As if from a dream, Callie opened her eyes slowly. Hazy with passion, she watched him watch her. He slid out one inch, and then another.
    Her eyelids fell shut and he stilled again. “Open your eyes.”
    Slowly she re-opened them and he thought he saw defiance in their depths.
    “They’re open. Now show me a good time.”
    Derek would have laughed if he could have. Instead he thrust into her so hard that bottles fell from the shelf onto the floor, barely missing them as her eyes change again from a deep blue to a dark purple. Her nails dug into his back as her orgasm overtook her and it was all he could do not to shout out as he threw his head back, and came hard and long.
    Finally, when the earth stopped shaking beneath his feet, he realized Callie’s body language had changed beneath him. It might have been an imperceptible change to some men, but Derek recognized it immediately for what it was.
    Embarrassment.
    And shame.
    No.
    No way.
    He tried to capture her mouth in a kiss, but she turned her head to the side and his lips grazed her cheek, instead. She wriggled her butt cheeks back into the shelves behind her and pushed at his chest.
    He fell out of her and she moved quickly, reaching for her bra and