Page 36 of Last Resort

His tongue delves between my lips. He tastes like the whiskey he was just drinking and the man I’ve been craving.

My hands tense on the edge of the granite as he shifts the angle of the kiss and tries to coax more from me.

It feels so good it hurts in all the best ways possible. And just as I’m about to sink farther into the kiss, into him, my mind has a moment of clarity amid my body’s betrayal of it.

“I can’t.” I move my head to the side and sit my butt on the table, scooting it back to gain some space. “I’m sorry. I promised myself this wouldn’t happen. That I couldn’t let it happen.”

He scrubs a hand over his jaw, his amber eyes firing with desire. “Why not?” He runs one finger over the top of my thigh, his voice a low tenor. “It’s hard to resist something when you want it so badly.” This time he places both hands on the tops of my thighs and rubs his thumbs beneath my shorts. They rub back and forth so they just brush over the seam between my thighs. A soft moan falls from my lips in reflex. He watches me with every movement of his fingertips, and I fight to keep a stoic expression, but my pussy clenches at his touch, the ache it causes is so damn sweet. “And we both know you want it badly. You want me badly.”

“Arrogant fuck,” I mutter as I steel myself for another pass of his thumbs.

“Yes. Please.” He chuckles.

“Callahan. I can’t.”

“For a woman who doesn’t want this, why are you pushing that sweet cunt of yours into my hand?” he taunts before leaning in and taking my bottom lip between his teeth and tugging ever so gently.

“I think this is the very definition of sexual harassment,” I murmur as his thumb actually slides between my sex this time, finding the wetness of arousal there, before running back up and circling over my clit.

My body disobeys. It’s ruled by his touch and not by the rationale in my head that seems to get foggier and foggier with each passing second.

“No. Me grabbing you and fucking you up against the wall like I desperately want to would be the definition of sexual harassment. This?” He groans the next four words out. “This is goddamn perfection.”

“I thought I was just a one-night stand,” I murmur. His cock hits my leg and I’m reminded just how hard and sizeable he is.

“Things change.”

My breath hitches as his thumb presses just at my opening, my muscles tightening around him as if I’m desperate for his touch. He chuckles when he feels the involuntary response.

“Fuck me, Collins.” He pushes his thumb deeper into me, and I fight having any kind of reaction with everything I have to try not to moan out in pleasure, because this isn’t what’s supposed to happen. I’m not supposed to give in to this. At least not without a better fight. His eyes meet mine again. “That wasn’t a request.”

“You’re assuming I want you again.”

“I don’t have to assume anything, Collins. You know you walked into that conference room the other day with a sore pussy and sat there with soaked panties as you wondered which one of us fucked you, because all you could think about was me doing it again.” I cry out as he shifts so that he can tuck two fingers in me with one hand while unzipping his slacks with the other. My hands are still braced on the edge of the table, the only parts of our bodies that touch are where his fingers are.

I struggle to keep my wits and not be pulled under by the pleasure. For my mouth to not water at the sight of his beautiful cock ready and waiting to pleasure me.

But his arrogance taunts me. His assumption that he can enter my villa and I’d give him what he wants without question irritates me.

I need to regain my footing.

I choose to play with fire.

“I was certain it was Ledger.” I pant the words out and then gasp when his fingers stop moving.

“What did you just say?”

“He seemed in control. Calculated. Dominant. If I had to guess,” I lie, “I would have figured Ledger was the one.”

Callahan stares at me, jaw tense and neck muscles taut, and emits a primal growl I don’t even pretend to understand. He takes the hand off his cock, fists it in the back of my hair, and kisses me with a violent intensity that leaves me breathless.

And then he holds my head still as he looks at me, his fingers beginning to move and push and tease my nerves within me again.

“Rest assured, you’ll know who exactly it was—who it is—the next time you’re in a room with me and my brothers. Make no doubt, Collins.”

“That remains to be seen,” I taunt.

“Goddamn it,” Callahan mutters as he works me into a frenzy. Sensations race through me.