His chuckle fills the car as his fingers give my thigh a gentle squeeze. “Come on, you love it.”
Damn it, I do. I can’t deny that. His quick wit and the way he keeps me on my toes, it’s one of the things that got to me from the start. It’shim, and it’s perfect in its own maddening way.
We pull up to my condo, and I feel…better. Maybe it’s the relief of surviving dinner with my parents, or maybe it’s the fact that, somehow, he managed to charm his way into their good graces in record time. Or maybe it’s the way he looks ridiculously sexy in that confident way of his.
He shifts the car into park and turns to me, those blue eyes glinting in the low light, full of mischief and just enough arrogance to make my pulse do something very irresponsible.
“So,” he drawls, tilting his head slightly. “Are you going to invite me up for a nightcap?”
I raise a brow. “A nightcap? Who says that anymore? Besides, I’m pretty sure you’ve got nowhere else to be,” I tease.
His laugh sinks in and leaves a smoldering heat in its wake.
“Fair enough,” he murmurs as he cuts the engine. His eyes never leave mine.
Before I even realize I’m moving, I lean in, drawn to him like I don’t have a choice in the matter. His hand is there in an instant, fingertips grazing my cheek in the softest, laziest way, like he has all the time in the world to touch me. And maybe he does.
I swallow, forcing myself to break the silence, to breakwhatever spell he’s cast. “Come on,” I say softly, almost too softly, as I open the door and step out into the cool night.
When we reach my door, his hand drifts over the small of my back, just the lightest brush of his fingers, sending a shiver straight down my spine.
I fumble with the keys, suddenly all thumbs because I don’t know how to focus when he’s standing so close. Judging by the way his breath skims the back of my neck, he knows exactly what he’s doing.
Finally, the lock clicks, and I push the door open, stepping inside. I turn to him, offering a small, knowing smile.
“So,” I say, leaning against the doorframe, “still want that nightcap?”
He takes a step forward, his gaze never leaving mine, a slow smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. “If that nightcap is in the form of you naked and spread wide open for me, yes.”
My breath catches at the sheer confidence in his tone. His strong, sure hands find my waist, pulling me in without hesitation. Before I can come up with a witty response, his lips crash into mine.
I melt. My back meets the wall, and any thought of teasing him disappears the second his hands tighten on my hips. His scent, so familiar and intoxicating, fills my lungs, wrapping around me as his body presses flush against mine. His fingers dig in like he’s already staking his claim, and when his tongue brushes against mine, full of intent, I feel iteverywhere.
The world outside blurs. My pulse pounds in my ears, my body arching into him on instinct and craving more. Judging by the way he deepens the kiss, his hands sliding lower, his grip turning a little rougher, he knows exactly what he’s doing to me.
He breaks away, tracing his lips down my neck. My eyesflutter closed, my fingers tangling in his hair. I need more of him. More ofeverything.
“God, I’ve wanted to do that all night,” Callan breathes, his voice filled with a hunger that matches my own.
I pull at his shirt. “Bedroom. Now.”
He grins, that wicked, unrestrained smirk that makes my pulse spike, and lifts me effortlessly. I wrap my legs around his waist as he carries me down the hall, his lips never leaving mine.
We stumble into the bedroom, the door slamming shut behind us. Clothes hit the floor in a hurry, discarded without a second thought. It’s impossible to care about anything except the way he makes me feel like I’m alive, electrified, and entirely his.
His body is enough to make anyone weak in the knees, but it’s the way he looks at me with desire and tenderness that’s truly devastating in the best way. He lays me down gently on the bed, his hands warm against my skin as he moves with purpose. His lips graze my neck, trailing a path to my chest. His expert hands cup my breasts, rolling my nipples between his fingers. His tongue dances between them, teasing and flicking.
His touch sets my skin ablaze, every nerve ending humming with need. Callan takes his time, savoring every inch of my body like he’s committing it to memory. His lips trace down to my stomach, his tongue dipping into my navel before continuing lower.
A gasp escapes me as his fingers slip between my thighs, finding me already slick. “Callan,” I breathe, his name a plea on my lips.
He glances up at me through his lashes, his eyes dark with lust. “I love hearing you say my name like that,” he murmurs.
Without warning, he dips his head, his tongue sliding through my folds. My back arches off the bed, fingersfisting in the sheets as waves of pleasure roll through me. He explores me with a singular focus, alternating between broad strokes of his tongue and more targeted attention on my most sensitive spot. My thighs tremble, toes curling, as he builds me higher and higher.
“Don’t stop,” I gasp, my fingers threading through his hair, holding him exactly where I need him.
He groans against me, the vibrations sending sparks shooting up my spine. His fingers join his mouth, slipping inside me with practiced ease, pressing just right.
