Page 30 of The Alpha's Surrogate

She smiled. “It’s nothing. It’s just…you’re so great with people. Everyone loves you and you seem to always have the right thing to say. How do you do it?”

He raised a brow. “Does that mean you love me, then?”

Josie rolled her eyes and got out of her seat. “Bye.” She walked out of the restaurant and Callahan chuckled as he followed quickly behind her.

There were more people at the pregnancy yoga session than Callahan had expected. Save for him and Josie, everyone else present came with a mate or a spouse. He and Josie got some questioning looks. Everyone knew Callahan wasn’t married, and Josie wasn’t from these parts.

He could already imagine the rumor mills churning the next day, and he questioned the wisdom of attending such a class. If the surrogacy center somehow found out that he and Josie were playing couple, it could cause a world of trouble for him. Trouble he did not need.

He glanced at Josie, and her discomfort was plain. It was too late to wish that he had listened to her earlier. They were not a real couple, he reminded himself. No matter how close they got, none of this was real, and he needed to stop acting as if it was.

The instructor started the class, leading them through a series of cuddly and intimate poses designed in such a way that required each couple to move together in sync.

With her body pressing against his on the mat, his hands moving over her curves and hers resting on his, it was only a matter of time before he felt heat between his legs. She noticed it too, and instead of turning away embarrassed, she stared at his erection with open hunger.

He struggled to get through the rest of the class, as every single motion he made worsened his condition. He tried not to think about it, and prayed desperately for the class to end.

From the wild stares Josie was giving him, Callahan could tell she was as heated as he was. At first, he thought it was just his imagination, but now he was certain. There was something feral and dangerous in the way she looked at him, and it terrified him.

No one was more relieved by the end of the session than Callahan, and he hung behind the exiting crowd. He felt uncomfortable about his hardness, and waited until there was no one left before he left with Josie.

They were a few steps from the car when she reached out and grabbed his shirt by the collar, spinning him back-first toward the passenger door with unbelievable strength.

Callahan’s head was still reeling with shock when she threw herself into him, wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her lips into his. Her breath was hot and spicy, and her soft lips melted inside his like marshmallows over a campfire.

The force of the kiss drove the air out of his lungs and he struggled to process what was happening. Josie’s hands worked down his sides and she made a grab for his crotch.

He’d always wanted this. He’d wanted nothing more than for her to desire him as much as he desired her. Regardless, this wasn’t how he wanted it to happen—in an empty parking lot, like a pair of excited teenagers.

It took everything inside him to break off the kiss. Josie lunged forward again, pulling him close. He held her back as gently as he could, not wanting to hurt her. “Josie, Josie. Relax. Okay? Not here. I want this just as bad, but not here, please.”

She stopped, breathing hard. She refused to meet his eyes and he could tell she was embarrassed. She tried to pull away, but he pulled her close, hugging her tight. She hesitated, then returned the hug.

After several long seconds, Callahan let her go and opened the door for her, helping her into the truck. He rounded the car and got in as well. They spent the trip back home in silence, but the tension in the car was palpable.

He knew, with quiet certainty, what was going to happen as soon as they got back home. And for some reason, the thought terrified him. The air in the car seemed charged to explode, and Callahan was worried that the slightest motion would set it off. So he remained still, focusing only on the empty stretch of road in front of him.

When they got home, Josie stepped out of the car and walked gingerly toward the house. Callahan watched her for a moment, then killed the engine. He followed slowly behind her, blood rushing through his ears.

She waited in front of the door, shifting from foot to foot. Callahan fumbled about for the keys, his hands sticky with sweat. He needed to get a hold of himself. He had no idea why he was so nervous. He steadied his breathing and unlocked the door, holding it open for Josie.

He shut the door behind him and reached for Josie’s hand. She turned to him and they stared at each other. She was beautiful. She had always been beautiful. He pulled her forward and kissed her again, slow and gentle.

She dropped her bag and threw her arms around his neck. His hands found their place around her waist and on her delicate neck. It seemed like everything that had been brewing between them over the last few weeks had led up to this moment.

They’d charted this course the moment they set eyes on each other in that surrogacy center. Nothing else mattered now, just Josie. They could worry about their contract tomorrow, but tonight, nothing else mattered in the world.

Callahan pulled her shirt over her head and ripped his off as well. They found each other again and leaned against the wall as their lips reconnected. He undid the clasp of her bra and shuddered when her hot breasts touched his bare skin.

He pulled her closer and bit her neck, her breathing hot in his ear. He could feel her heart racing, creating a counter rhythm with his. He tilted her neck and kissed her shoulder. A low moan punctuated the quiet night, and the sound filled him with desire.

“Take off your shoes,” he whispered. She kicked the tennis shoes off immediately. He pulled down her yoga pants and tugged them off at the bottom. She fumbled with his jeans but he slapped her hand away softly.

He pulled her close and cupped her butt, squeezing gently. His hand moved deftly, parting her legs and sliding up her inner thighs. Her legs buckled but he held her upright.

He kissed her again, and slid a finger into her wetness at the same time. She drew air sharply through her nose and dug her nails into his back. He felt a sharp pain as her fingers scored the flesh, and it only made him harder.

She was dripping wet. His entire hand was coated in fluids when he pulled it back. He chuckled and Josie made an embarrassed noise.

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