Page 77 of Last Resort

“Drunk?” he asks, his lips so close to my mouth, I stare at it. Want it. Am desperate for it.

“Happy. What are you doing here?”

“Reminding you of everything you still want but are denying yourself.”

And with that being his only warning, he slants his lips over mine. Brands mine. Brands me. The kiss is laden with hunger and desperation that has my knees nearly buckling. His tongue clashes with mine and makes my head dizzy. I fist his shirt as he cups my breast and squeezes.

My moan is swallowed by the kiss and the music as my body begs for the feel of his against me. On me. In me.

His hand is in my ponytail like that first night, when he fists it and drags his mouth from mine to come up for air.

“And I’m reminding myself why the fucking confusion is worth it,” he mutters as our gazes lock.

“Callahan.” I don’t know if I’m warning him off or begging him to stay in that one single utterance of his name.

But one thing is clear—the doubt I felt over the past few days is gone. He still wants me.

“Let me get you out of here,” he says.

“That would be a mistake.”

“Wouldn’t be the first one I’ve made.” He offers an arrogant smile that causes that flip-flop in my stomach again.

“No. I mean . . . Brady is here and—”

He looks out to the crowd beyond and then gives a quick shake of his head before saying, “Ours will be even better.” He presses one last kiss to my lips and says, “Go back to your friends then,” before striding away quickly.

“Callahan.” His name is a strangled cry this time. “Please. Stay.” But my words are drowned out by the music, and with his absence, I’m suddenly left feeling lonely. Empty.

That has to be the alcohol talking.

Do I chase after him? Do I run after him and—

“Sutton. There you are,” Brady says as he grabs my arm and puts a drink in my hand. “I thought I lost you.”

“No. Sorry. I was . . .”

“Who was that?” He looks in the direction Callahan just took off in. “A hot hookup for later, I hope.”

“Who was who?” I ask and gulp down the drink. “Oh. That guy.” I wave in the same direction Brady is looking. “He bumped into me and I spilled his drink. That’s all. Nothing more.”

Lies.

All lies. I wanted to keep kissing him. I want to go back to the villa and do more.

But I can’t. I won’t.

I’m definitely going to need more drinks to help with that.

CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE

Callahan

Walking away at the club was hard.

Wanting her is even harder.

And this back and forth is hardest on my balls—who are feeling the brunt of this game.