Page 12 of Prognosis Temporary

CHAPTER THREE

His husky command brushedagainst Callie’s sensitised skin as if he had actually touched her. She stepped away slightly, swallowing, her hands trembling as she reached for her buttons. Sebastian’s gaze was firmly locked on their action and her stomach clenched, her nipples tightening to painful points, rubbing erotically against her bra as she fumbled with the top button beneath Sebastian’s stare.

She faltered for a moment. She wasn’t ashamed of her body. Being the tallest female by far growing up may have been a fault to focus on for a normal girl in a normal family, but things had been so far from normal at home that Callie had never had the luxury of worrying about what other people thought about her.

Including lovers.

But, undressing before his intent gaze, she felt a moment of doubt. She wasn’t twenty years old and stick thin. Not that she’d ever been stick thin. Unfortunately her large-boned genetics and size eleven feet would never put her in the waif group.

Nor could she claim to be curvy. She was more straight up and down. Long, strong limbs and athletic torso.

She’d bet anything he had curvy women throwing themselves at him on a daily basis.

He frowned at her sudden cessation. ‘Callie?’

She looked at him, all honed perfect male, then down at herself, avoiding his gaze. ‘I’m...’ Her voice cracked a little and she shook herself.

This had never mattered before. She was a busy professional woman who was confident in her abilities, sexual and otherwise. She had no problems in asking for - and getting - what she wanted in bed. More than that, she was a take-it-or-leave-it kind of a girl. What you saw was what you got.

But this felt...different. Something about him, even after such short acquaintance, felt different and that gave her pause. She’d never gone to bed with someone after knowing them for less than a day. How could a man who was essentially a stranger have had such a cataclysmic affect on her?

For someone who was used to being in control, that was more than a little scary. But perversely she also felt...safe.

She moistened her lips. ‘I’m not twenty any more, you know?’

‘Well, thank goodness for that.’ He smiled. ‘Twenty-year-olds are vastly overrated.’

She gave a half-smile. ‘Still...’

‘Callie?’ he said softly. ‘Does it look like I care?’

Callie’s gaze dropped to the large bulge in his underwear and she practically salivated. However...‘If you don’t mind me saying so, those things are not known for their fussiness.’

He gave a half laugh. ‘That’s true but this one is.’ And when Callie hesitated further he asked, ‘Do you need a hand with that?’

Callie heard the silky challenge and knew she was doomed. She lifted her chin. ‘I think I can manage.’

Her fingers were sure, now, as they popped each button and then quickly dispensed of her shirt. She wiggled out of her trousers in record time, thankful for the presence of the nearby wall. And then she was standing before him in her underwear, burning up from the heat in the slow, steady sweep of his appreciative gaze.

He lifted his hand and pointed to her bra. ‘That too.’

Callie’s eyes locked with his as she reached behind her back for the clasp. Did she push her chest out a little more than necessary? Damn straight she did. The satisfying suck of his harshly indrawn breath made it worthwhile as her breasts swung free. The bottom of her silver pendant brushed the swell of her cleavage as large moonlight-kissed nipples scrunched into tight berries beneath the intensity of his gaze.

‘Oh, my,’ Sebastian mimicked, pushing out of the doorway and prowling forward the two paces separating them, his eyes glued to her breasts.

He placed his hands on her shoulders and Callie shivered, her nipples scrunching harder. Then he turned her slightly, walking her back a pace until she bumped against the wall.

She gasped a little as the cold paintwork hit her heated flesh but then his mouth descended and latched on to hers and all coherent thought was lost as Callie opened to the demands of his lips. Moaning against his mouth she wound her arms around his neck, revelling in the hard press of the wall behind that sandwiched her against the lean, hard press of his front.

Callie whimpered in protest as his lips left hers but it died in her throat when his hot mouth closed over one of her nipples a second later. She flung her head back against the wall, dragging in fiery air, twining her fingers into his hair, holding him there.

Another moan escaped as he sucked hard on the sensitive peak but then he was gone and she mewed her frustration, her eyes seeking his.

‘You’re beautiful.’

The ragged whisper brushed sticky tentacles across her pelvic floor and Callie’s breath hitched. ‘Don’t stop,’ she muttered, yanking him back, her knees almost crumbling when he complied, lavishing attention on her other breast.

She gripped his shoulders, warm and solid beneath her palms, the action pressing her closer, close enough to feel the virile thickness of his erection.

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