Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 79438 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 397(@200wpm)___ 318(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79438 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 397(@200wpm)___ 318(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)
“I’m coming.”
Ending the call, I drop the device on the couch before rushing out of my apartment.
The elevator ride down to the lobby feels like it’s taking forever, and when the doors finally slide open, I bolt out of the small space.
Seeing Callan, a wide smile spreads over my face. Not caring if I look stupid or too excited, I practically throw myself at him.
He catches me, and his arms lock around me like steel bands.
Letting out a groan, he says, “Christ, it feels good to hold you.”
I wrap my arms around his neck and take a deep breath of his aftershave. “I missed you.”
“Not half as much as I missed you.”
He moves a hand to the back of my head, and wrapping his fingers around my ponytail, he pulls until I tilt my face up to his. His mouth takes mine in a heated kiss that robs me of my ability to breathe.
When he lifts his head again, his eyes lock with mine. “You smell like cinnamon and vanilla.”
“It’s my body wash,” I whisper while still trying to catch my breath.
“I love it,” he says, then taking a step back, his eyes rove over my body. “I like your PJs.”
Realizing I’m not wearing a bra, I quickly cross my arms over my chest. “I wasn’t expecting anyone.”
Callan steps closer to me, and taking hold of my wrist, he pulls my arm away from my chest. Heat makes his eyes shine like clear pools of water as he looks down.
His voice is deep and commanding as he says, “Don’t ever hide from me.”
Keeping hold of my wrist, he pulls me toward the elevator. He takes the keycard from my hand and swipes it. When the doors open, I’m tugged inside.
Callan presses the number for my floor before gripping hold of my hip and pushing me back against the wall. His eyes lower to my chest again, where my nipples form hard peaks beneath the fabric of my T-shirt.
His gaze flicks to mine, and when I see the desire in his blue irises, my abdomen clenches with anticipation.
Dear God.
Lifting his other hand to my face, he brushes his thumb over my bottom lip.
The air grows thick with the sexual tension building between us. My breaths come faster and faster, and my heart threatens to beat right from my chest.
Holy crap, this is intense.
Chapter 20
Callan
I watch as Lillian’s pupils dilate with hunger, but I have no intention of fucking her tonight.
I want her to know how attracted I am to her before we take things to the next level. I want her to feel desirable.
When the doors open, I pull her out of the elevator and walk to her apartment. I press the keycard against the pad, and pushing the door open, I tug her inside.
I drop the access card on a side table before I frame Lillian’s face, and slamming my mouth down on hers, I kiss her without restraint.
A whimpering sound escapes her, which drives me wild.
Using my body, I push her backward until she’s pressed up against the door. My lips devour hers, my teeth nipping at her bottom lip until it’s swollen.
Christ. She tastes so fucking good.
Lillian wraps her arms around my middle, her palms flattening over my back. Her body strains against mine, trying to get as close as possible.
My cock is impossibly hard for this woman who’s taken my life by storm. Everything about her lures me in.
Her beauty. Her femininity. Her talented mind.
By the time I break the kiss, we’re breathless. Lillian’s face is flushed with desire, and it takes all my self-control not to strip her out of her clothes so I can fuck her until I’ve had my fill.
“Christ, do you have any idea what you do to me?” I ask, my eyes drinking in the perfect sight of her.
“Hopefully, the same as you’re doing to me,” she breathes.
I stare down at her and see a vulnerable look creep into her eyes.
After getting to know more about her, I’m quickly realizing the people in Lillian’s life are assholes. It only makes me feel more protective of her.
Keeping my tone low and intimate, I ask, “What are you thinking?”
“I’m wondering if this is a dream.”
Shaking my head, I lean down until our mouths are close enough to taste each other’s breaths. “This is real.” I press a tender kiss to her mouth before admitting, “Every moment I get to spend with you makes me feel more attracted to you.”
Her mouth curves up in a stunning smile. “I feel the same way.”
“You better,” I mutter, keeping my tone playful. I give her another quick kiss. “I better go.”
She looks a little disappointed but doesn’t argue.
“I’ll see you Friday for dinner,” I say to confirm our date.
“Okay.” As we move away so she can open the door, she asks, “Are you allergic to anything?”