Page 40 of Last Resort

“How your regret tastes this morning.”

“My regret?” I laugh the word out. “What are you talking about?”

“The regret you felt after you walked away last night. The regret you felt as you lay in bed alone when I could have been occupying it with you.” He licks his bottom lip. “Especially when you know how good it can be.”

“It?”

“Yes. Sex.” His eyes fire with suggestion. He sets his coffee cup down and crosses his arms over his chest. Of course, my eyes drift to his biceps when they flex with the motion, but then his words hit my ears. “With me.”

He walks over to the coffee pot and pours some into a new mug before reaching out with it to me. I stare at the cup, clearly a peace offering that I one hundred percent don’t trust.

“It’s just coffee,” he says.

“It’s just coffee from you, though.”

He sets it on the counter beside me and then steps back, scrubbing a hand over his unshaven jaw. “Is this going to be a problem? Us working together when you want me so desperately?”

“I think you should ask yourself the same question.” I step into him so that when I breathe in, the tight buds of my nipples rub against his chest. “We’re going to be working beside each other, day in and day out, and now we’re going to be sharing the same living space.” I step back to allow enough space to trail my finger down the middle of his chest. His abs tense as he sucks in a breath. “Looks to me like you created the problem yourself, now didn’t you, Callahan?”

“You’ve given me an impossible question to answer.” He reaches out to grab my hip and I grab his wrist to stop him.

“Maybe you’re not used to having to work for anything worthwhile,” I murmur, our lips inches apart, our bodies physically vibrating with need and want. “Answer the question, and I’m yours.”

He groans as he overpowers my hold on his wrist and puts his hand on my ass, pulling me against him so I can feel every long, hard inch of him.

“You don’t want to play with this fire,” he whispers, the warmth of his breath on my lips.

“Maybe I look forward to being burned.”

His eyes hold mine. “That’s how you’re going to play this, huh? Tease my cock, test my restraint, and then not let me have you.”

“It’s here. It’s yours for the taking.” We breathe in sync as my words take hold. His eyes darken, his body tenses. “The question remains though. What’s in this for me?”

He takes my hand and places it over his cock I was just admiring through his shorts. “I think this is a pretty self-explanatory answer.”

The ache between my thighs comes to life (as if it ever really stopped) and the suggestion in his gaze alone has me remembering to breathe.

I jolt back a step, needing space from the man who clouds my senses and thoughts. I grab the cup of coffee and move to the counter. I add too much creamer. Then sugar when I already added sugar. Anything to occupy my hands from reaching out and touching him.

“It’s a dangerous game you’re playing here, Collins,” Callahan says with a tsk that is so dominant and sexy I can imagine him doing it in the bedroom.

“I have a feeling you’re used to playing games.”

I feel the warmth of his body behind me, smell the scent of his skin, and the heat of his breath on my shoulder as he dips his mouth to my ear. “I don’t normally play games. I don’t have to. I take what I want . . . but I’ll play, this time. This once. I’ll play because you might be the only bright spot for me in this fucking place. I know the prize and fuck if it’s not worth waiting for.” He slides a hand around my front and cups me. “But be warned, I’m not patient, especially when what I want is sexy as hell and within reach.”

He licks a line down the curve of my neck before he steps back and walks out the villa’s door.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

Callahan

I’ve just fucked myself, haven’t I?

The question replays through my mind over and over as I walk across the property. It was even the cadence I repeated as I took my second run in as many hours.

But I had to get out of that villa. Away from Sutton and things I’ve never found sexy before—bedhead, pillow creases on cheeks, and husky morning voices—but now suddenly do after one fucking morning. Away from her flimsy sleep tank that you can see the pink of her nipples through and her question I don’t have the fucking answer to.

Correction. I have the answer. Hot sex. Great sex. Endless sex.