Page 11 of Prognosis Temporary

Lifting a hand, she stroked it down his chest, holding his gaze. Warm muscles shifted beneath her palm, hinting at their leashed potential. Her fingers circled the hollow of his belly button and the powerful contraction of his abdominals was wickedly good.

Dropping lower still, her hand brushed the hard ridge of his erection and she withdrew slightly before returning to trace the outline of it through his underwear. Callie smiled as Sebastian shut his eyes briefly. She could hear the ragged intake of his breath, could almost taste it as it mingled with her own.

Her throat was parched, her lips dry, despite her mouth watering at the thought of kissing him. His lips were so close, all she had to do was move the barest amount and she could taste them again.

But she had bigger fish to fry.

Her fingers stopped tracing the thick edge of him and wrapped around, squeezing. His throat bobbed, his eyes fluttered open.

‘Nice,’ she murmured, her lips brushing his Adam’s apple and the pulses either side, before their gazes meshed again, her hand continuing its bold grip.

He panted as she squeezed him some more. ‘You have too many clothes on,’ he rumbled.

Callie raised an eyebrow. ‘Whatever can we do about that?’ she mimicked.

He smiled. ‘Your turn to get naked.’

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