Page 36 of Prognosis Temporary

‘What say you and Ikeep this thing going?’

Callie raised an eyebrow, trying to play it cool as Sebastian threw his linen serviette on the business class tray in front of him. They hadn’t talked about what happened next while they’d been getting busy in her hotel room. They hadn’t really had time.

Was it a thing?

They hadn’t gone to the dinner and he’d stayed all night in her bed. In the morning they’d had room service for two after which he’d persuaded her that a naked day with him was much more preferable to anything the conference programme had to offer.

In fact, so thorough was he in his persuasion that they’d nearly missed their flight. After a mad dash to the airport they’d just managed to get to the gate before boarding closed.

‘We have a thing?’

He shrugged. ‘We’d still be in your bed at the hotel if it wasn’t for this flight. We played hooky from the entire last day of the conference. And I don’t know about you but I’m not done yet.’

Callie was torn. She wanted to — God knew, she wanted to. But it warred with all the reasons why she shouldn’t.

‘Even now all I can think about is touching you.’ He lifted the armrest between them out of the way and brought her hand to his mouth. ‘Kissing you,’ he murmured, his lips against her skin as he dropped a kiss on her knuckles.

The shiver travelled all the way to her core and she pulled her hand away. The denim of his jeans pulled tautly across his thighs and crotch, and even though a tray hid most of his lap she could see the thickening beneath his zipper.

He was as turned on as she was. But...

‘I’m not in the market for a relationship. I like my life the way it is now.’ She kept her voice low. ‘I can do what I like when I like and not have to consult someone else or put someone else’s needs first.’

As much as she missed her nephew and would have him back in a heartbeat, her life had certainly been a whole lot less complicated without him around twenty-four seven.

‘Who said anything about a relationship?’ he asked, moving in to nuzzle her neck now the armrest barrier had been removed. ‘The way I see it, this thing is so intense it’s bound to fizzle out as quickly as it started.’

He caught her hand again and brought it to his chest as he dropped light kisses down her neck. ‘Look at it as pure sexual attraction.’

Moving her hand lower, Callie felt his abdominals contract. ‘Something that needs to be acted on.’

He settled her hand beneath the tray resting on his erection. ‘Exorcised,’ he muttered. ‘We’re adults, Callie. We’re allowed to act on our urges.’

Callie was sure everyone on the plane could hear her breathing. Involuntarily she opened her hand over him further, feeling the contours of the thick ridge beneath her hand, and without a second thought she squeezed. Sebastian groaned low and deep in her ear and her nipples beaded.

‘Do it again,’ he whispered.

Callie swayed closer to him, his voice hypnotic, a swell of desire blooming in her chest and suffusing heat southwards. But still she glanced around. Could anyone see what was happening beneath that tray?

She crossed her legs, giving them further privacy. Yes, Sebastian had the window seat and the tray was in the way and they were in business class where things were more private, but she didn’t want to be caught out like a horny teenager.

‘Callie...’

The guttural groan in her ear was full of ache and want and she ran her hand up and down the length of him this time. His breath hissed in her ear and she shut her eyes. ‘This is mad,’ she muttered, her head spinning.

‘This can work, Callie.’ He thrust against her palm a little as he slid her hand to her leg. ‘If we want it.’

Callie flattened her palm against him, pressing down hard as his mouth continued to create havoc and his hand stroked her thigh. ‘I can’t concentrate when you do that,’ she whispered.

She felt his lips curl against the angle of her jaw. ‘Come on, Callie. You know you want to.’

‘You’re not playing fair.’

He chuckled. ‘No. I’m not. I’m playing to win.’

Intractable as ever, giving no quarter, just as he’d been on the bridge that day. All magnificent male, dominant and authoritative and sexy as hell.

I’m right and we’re doing it my way.

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