“Feel what?” I ask breathlessly.
“I don’t even know. All I do know is that haven’t been able to stop thinking about you for so much as a second since the day we met.”
I know I should do something to break the spell he so easily cast over me. That this won’t end well.
But the rational part of my brain has officially checked out, as is so often the case whenever Callum is near.
Now all I can think about is succumbing to these urges that have grown stronger every day.
“What have you thought about?”
A peaceful smile tugs on his lips, a noticeable shift from the despair that consumed him moments ago.
“Your positive attitude, as infuriating as it was in the beginning.” He takes my glass from me, setting it along with his on the night stand. “Now that I know more about you, about your childhood, it makes sense.” He cups my cheek, the roughness of his hand invigorating me. “Makes you even more remarkable, considering you didn’t let everything you went through extinguish your light.”
“What else?” I press, not wanting him to stop touching me. Not wanting whatever this is to end any time soon.
We’re in a bubble. A snowed-in, one-bed bubble. And I want to enjoy every second of it.
“Your smile.” His mouth curves up in the corners. “The way it made me feel again for the first time in ages. Made me smile again for the first time in ages, as much as I fought it at first.”
“What else?” I ask again, my breathing growing ragged as I inch closer, barely a whisper separating us.
“Your lips.” He runs the pad of his thumb along my bottom lip. It’s a gentle touch, but it still lights me on fire, an inferno I doubt will ever be extinguished. “I couldn’t stop wondering how they would taste. How they would feel.”
I dart out my tongue, briefly swiping his thumb as I do.
“Then why don’t you find out?”
A part of me expects some hesitation. For him to realize his need for me is probably just a consequence of seeing his ex with his brother after all this time.
But there isn’t a hint of reluctance as he brings his free hand to my face in an unrelenting grip, his eyes darkening with hunger .
Then he slams his lips against mine.
CHAPTERSEVENTEEN
PARKER
I don’t care if this is a bad idea. Don’t care if this won’t lead to anything. Don’t care if Callum Reed could very well destroy my heart.
Right now, none of that matters.
All that does is how fucking incredible his lips feel against mine.
He’s gentle at first, his tongue exploring my mouth with the care of an archeologist hoping to discover something of importance.
That only lasts a matter of seconds before desperation takes over. A groan tumbles from his throat as he moves one of his hands to my waist and tugs me on top of him, forcing me to straddle him.
“Callum,” I moan when his erection hits my center, my pajama bottoms an unwelcome barrier.
“This is what you do to me, Parker,” he exhales as he shifts from my lips, peppering rough kisses down my throat. I crane my head, elongating my neck to give him better access. “What you’ve done to me since the day we met. There’s just something about you that drives me absolutely crazy. But in the best way possible.”
He digs his fingers into my hair, yanking my mouth back to his. We’re all heavy breaths, desperate tongues, and clashing teeth. I circle my hips, my core clenching as I rub myself against him. This insane need to feel every inch of him overtakes me, and I kiss him harder, pulsing faster.
With a lustful growl, he flips me onto my back in one swift move, my body bouncing from the impact.
“What’s the matter?” I say coyly as he crawls between my legs. “Don’t like a woman on top?”
