Page 22 of Keeping Denver

"You can't deny the pull between us, Denver. It's been there since the first day. I can feel it, and I know you can feel it. I'm telling you now, there will be no more fighting what's between us," Callan vows just before his mouth covers mine.

Callan's kiss starts soft and sweet. When his tongue licks the seam of my lips, I open, granting him access. The moment his tongue tangles with mine, I moan and my body melts into his. Wrapping his arms around my waist, he reaches behind my back, grabs hold of my long hair, tilts my head back and dominates my mouth. The kiss quickly turns to something more powerful. Fisting my hands in Callan's shirt, I pull him closer, desperate to feel his body heat. With our bodies flush against each other, there is no mistaking the rigid length currently pressed against my belly and how much our kiss is affecting him as well.

Releasing his hold on my hair, Callan brings his hands up and cups my face in his palms. When I open my eyes, I'm met by his mossy green stare. "Does that clear a few things up for you?"

"I think so."

10

I wake the next morning feeling warm, and the sun's light shining on my face. My cheek is currently pressed against a hard chest, and a leg draped over one of Callan's thighs. The moment I attempt to move, a strong arm wraps around my middle, keeping me in place. Feeling totally out of my element, I try pulling away once more, and his arm tightens. Callan's warm breath skirts across the side of my face. "Relax, baby."

Relax? How am I supposed to relax when I've never slept next to a man before? I was alone going to bed last night. Callan said he would crash on the couch. "Uh…Callan?"

"Hmm?"

"Why are you in bed with me? You were supposed to sleep on the couch. If that was a problem, you could have said something, and I would have traded places with you."

"I won't have you sleeping on the damn couch. I checked on you a few times, finding you restless, so I waited until you finally fell asleep before climbing into bed."

"Why?"

Callan nuzzles his nose in the crook of my neck. "Because of how you’re acting now. I knew you'd freak out when I only wanted to comfort you. I had no other intentions than wanting to make you feel safe and not alone."

"I'm not freaking out." I lie. I'm totally freaking out. Callan's chuckle tells me he knows I'm full of crap.

"Baby," his voice vibrates in his chest.

Oh god. There's that word again.

"Even in sleep, your body knows what it wants. That's why as soon as I laid down in the bed, you tucked your body close to mine. Right where it belongs."

"I did not!"

Callan chuckles again. "Baby. You slept on me all night and didn't move an inch."

I open and close my mouth, looking for a reason to protest. "I'm so embarrassed."

"Nothing to be embarrassed about." Callan starts stroking my hair.

"I think things are moving a little too fast."

"I don't think so."

"Callan," I breathe a sigh of frustration as I move away from him. This time he doesn't stop me.

Callan climbs out of bed, revealing he's wearing nothing but a pair of white boxer briefs, fitting him so well, they leave nothing to the imagination. I don't know how long I've been staring at Callan's impressive package, but it was long enough for me to miss whatever he just said.

"My eyes are up here, Denver." Callan's amusement is evident.

I snap my head up, feeling my cheeks heat. "What?"

"I said I'm going to make some breakfast. Would you like coffee?"

"Oh. Yeah," I stumble over my words. "Coffee and food." Callan tries suppressing a smile, clearly amused.

Suddenly, I remember what day it is. "We're going to be late for work!" I leap from the bed, and rush toward the bathroom.

"Denver, relax. We're working from home today."