Page 7 of In the Dark

“Ready to give me that dance?” he asked, pulling me into the center of the glass structure. “Or do I have to invite you somewhere even more private?”

“You could invite me, but it doesn’t mean I’d accept.”

“What if I told you I’m only here on the East Coast for one night?”

“Don’t live here?”

“I live everywhere. Here when I’m needed. The West Coast if someone needs me there. Back in Paradise Grove in a house I barely use when my family needs me there too.”

“Do what you need to for the family and business, huh?”

“Not if you say you’ll spend the night with me.”

“So you think I’m an easy one-night stand?”

He tilted his head and looked me up and down. The dress I’d worn tonight was actually quite conservative. I’d picked a soft blue A-line because it was easy to move in and didn’t draw much attention. “You’re much too pretty and forbidden to be easy, Jasmina.”

I hummed and walked toward edge of the roof, and he followed until we were looking down at the cars and people below. I moved my brunette hair to one side of my neck as I contemplated the life I was living. “I think I’m easy with some things.” I shrugged. “I’ve been easily molded by my family.”

His hand danced along my shoulder before I felt his lips there, and then I turned to meet his eyes as I let him kiss me again.

He backed me against the cold glass, his body a wall of heat pinning me in place. I let out a broken moan, my fingers tangling in his dark hair, pulling him closer until there wasn’t a breath of air between us.

I pulled back just an inch, my lips swollen, my head spinning. “I concede,” I whispered, my voice wrecked. “I’m an easy one-night stand.”

“Bull.” He pressed his forehead against mine, his breath ragged. “I have a feeling you’re going to be the most difficult obsession of my life.”

I bit my bottom lip, staring into the blue abyss of his eyes. “Should we stop?”

“Do you want to?” he growled, his hand sliding down to the small of my back, pulling my hips flush against his. Jesus, he was big. And I wanted all of him.

I shook my head slowly.

“Yeah, the whole East Coast coming for me couldn’t stop me now, Jas.”

He dropped between my legs and lifted the soft fabric of my skirt. I held onto his hair like my life depended on it while his lips danced over my thighs and his tongue dragged against the blade that was strapped there.

Fuck.

Mentally, I scrambled to maintain a semblance of control and not orgasm right then and there, but Callahan pushed my panties to the side and, as his tongue slid over my center, I knew I was going to lose it.

He owned me right then.

No one else.

His tongue fucked me, his hands held my thighs open, and his growl against me pushed me over the edge. I toppled down into an obsession for him that would change my makeup.

“Damn, you’re pretty when you scream for me.” He smirked up at me, his cobalt eyes twinkling with satisfaction. “Let’s get you to scream one more time.”

He tried to lower his head, but I yanked his hair. “Don’t you dare. We need to leave.”

“Greedy for all of me, then?”

I narrowed my eyes. “Don’t get cocky. Do you have a place?” God, I sounded desperate. “Somewhere private, and a way of getting there that no one would see—”

“I’ll take you anywhere you want to go, Jasmina. Anywhere.”

Callahan