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)
“Okay.” Callan gives me a playful expression. “Remind me not to look for trouble with you.”
Feeling completely relaxed and enjoying the night, I ask, “Do you watch TV?”
He empties his wine glass and places it next to mine. “I don’t have much time for TV, but I like psychological thrillers.”
I glance a the TV again. “Do you want to watch a movie?”
“Sure.”
He gets up and grabs a universal remote from the coffee table before sitting down again. He’s much closer, and as he switches on the TV, he wraps his arm around my shoulders.
I lean into his side, enjoying the feel of his masculine body. My mouth lifts at the corner when I place my hand on his abs, my fingers itching to explore all of him.
“Have you watched The Girl on a Train?” he asks.
I shake my head, and as he presses play for the movie to start, I snuggle against him, letting out a happy sigh.
Callan pushes a hand beneath my knees and lifts my legs to rest over his. My heartbeat instantly picks up speed, and I glance up at him. Meeting his eyes, a blush spreads over my cheeks, and I quickly turn my eyes to the TV.
I’m overly aware of him as anticipation tightens the air around us.
Callan places his hand on the side of my ankle, and my eyes flick to where he’s touching me. I watch as his palm brushes up my calf, the fabric of my skirt bunching around his forearm.
Dear God.
My breathing speeds up, and my abdomen tightens with need.
With the movie forgotten, my eyes stay glued to his arm as his palm moves to the side of my thigh. I swear my heart is fluttering like a caged bird when he starts to trail his fingers up and down my thigh.
My body is tense with desire, and it feels as if my abdomen is humming.
I glance up at him again, and when his eyes flick to mine, heat spreads over my neck.
Once again, I look at the TV, but I have no idea what’s happening in the movie. I’m so conscious of Callan and his fingers trailing over my skin. I don’t notice I’m fiddling with the buttons of his waistcoat.
Suddenly one comes loose, and my eyes widen in shock.
Shit.
Callan lets out a predatory-sounding chuckle, but before I can get embarrassed about what I’ve done, he gets up, and with a single smooth move, he drags me down so I’m lying on my back. Pushing my legs open, he crawls over me, his eyes raking over my heaving chest before settling on my face.
“You can pull all the buttons off,” he teases me right before his mouth crushes mine in a hot-blooded kiss.
Holy crap.
The fabric of my skirt is bunched around my thighs, and when Callan’s body presses down on mine, I feel his hardness between my legs.
Instantly, heat flushes my core, and I’m totally overwhelmed by what’s happening between us.
His tongue strokes hard against mine, his teeth nipping until my lips tingle from all the friction. It feels so unbelievably good a moan escapes me.
The way he kisses me makes me feel as if I’m floating on clouds where nothing can reach me. It makes me feel womanly, wanted, and cared for.
I get lost in Callan, and when he rubs his hardness against the valley between my thighs, I gasp into his mouth from the intense tingles spreading through my body.
I feel his hand grip my hip before it moves down to my thigh.
I swear I’m going to overheat, the anticipation of what will happen if we take this further leaving me breathless.
I want him.
So freaking badly.
Callan breaks the kiss, and lifting his head, his eyes search my face to make sure I’m on the same page as him.
“Tell me if you want me to stop,” he says, his voice hoarse with desire.
“Yes.” I’m so overwhelmed by the intensity coming off him, I reply without thinking. I shake my head quickly, then blurt out, “I mean, don’t stop.”
His mouth lifts in a hot smirk, and his eyes keep mine captive as his hand moves to the inside of my thigh.
Oh God.
My heart is threatening to burst from my chest that’s rising and falling with desperate breaths.
There’s such a predatory expression in his eyes as his thumb brushes along the edge of my underwear I accidentally let out a whimper.
Oh God. Oh God. Oh God.
Chapter 26
Lily
Callan rests his forearm next to my head while his left hand keeps stroking the inside of my thigh, a mere inch from where I really want him.
God, I’m going to go up in flames.
He keeps torturing me, driving me wild until I feel feverish, and I’m a second away from begging him to make me come.
I’m practically caged in by his powerful body, making me feel small and desired. I lift my hand to his face, dragging my nails through the day-old stubble covering his jaw.