Page 56 of Both Sides Now

“I can crash on the sofa or on the floor,” I offer.

Callista shrugs, sending me an amused grin. “We’ll figure it out.”

What I want to figure out is how quickly I can strip her down and get up close and personal with her sexy curves.

But time is of the essence. Traffic delays cost us, and the bachelor party starts soon.

Stifling a groan, I grab some clothes from my suitcase. “I’m going to jump in the shower. Get the road grime off.”

“Have to get all clean before you get dirty again?”

That statement receives every ounce of my attention.

My cock now thinks it’s all systems go, and it’s homing in on the petite auburn-haired beauty in front of me. “Who says I’m getting dirty tonight? You know something I don’t?”

“I know where you’re headed tonight. Enough said. Go shower.” Calli turns her attention to the menu, but I notice the smirk on her mouth.

She knows exactly what she’s doing to me. And she’s loving every second of it.

I retreat to the bathroom, even though I’d far rather forgo the damn bachelor party in lieu of a private party with Callista. The things I would do to that woman … they’d hear her moans the next town over.

Fifteen minutes later, I stroll out of the bathroom. At least I’m clean. And calm. Calmer, anyway. Yes, I jacked off in the shower like a college kid. Sue me.

A guy has needs, but a raging hard-on is not what I want to lead with.

“Look at you. You clean up well.” Calli is sprawled across the bed, flipping aimlessly through television channels. She gestures for me to move closer, and I waste no time closing the distance between us. “Now, don’t have too much fun tonight,” she teases, her fingers straightening my collar.

“Not to worry. I’m not a huge fan of strippers.” I am, however, a huge fan of this woman’s hands on my body. It might be an innocent gesture on her part, but my dick is geared up for round two.

“Does any woman believe you when you say that?”

“It’s true.”

“Right. Every man hates tits and ass in their face.”

“I have no issue with tits or ass in my face. I’m just particular with who those tits and ass belong to.” I walk across the room and grab my coat from the closet. If I don’t leave soon, my cousin will have to pry me away with a crowbar.

Calli settles back on the bed, a saucy grin crossing her features. “Any particular tits and ass you’re eying this weekend?”

“You know damn well the answer to that question.” I’m trying to be a gentleman. Honest to God, I am. But if this gorgeous minx utters one more deliciously sexual comment, all bets are off.

She runs her hands along her blouse, her fingers playing along her cleavage. “Just curious, since I am wearing that lacy lingerie you love so much.”

That’s it. Game on. I toss down my jacket and march to the edge of the bed. As I lean over Calli, I forgo asking permission as I fumble with the buttons on her shirt. I’m tempted to rip the damn thing from her body. Anything to feel her skin under my palms.

“What are you doing?” Her voice is breathless, but she isn’t stopping me.

“You’ve teased me with it for days. Now, I want to see you.”

She rises to her knees, shooing me off. “Then wait a damn minute. You can tear my shirt off, or you can watch. I guarantee the second option is a ton more fun.”

Calli pulls out her hair clip, letting a cascade of auburnwaves tumble down her back. She bites her lip and grabs my hands, resting them on her thighs.

Then with a naughty smirk, she fingers open the remaining buttons on her blouse, letting the material slide down her arms.

Her ivory skin glistens in the low light, her full breasts threatening to spill out over the top of the purple lace bra.

She grasps the front clasp and pops it open, tugging at the material in a playful dance. Spinning on the bed, she puts her back to me and allows the bra to fall away, her hands skating up to cup her breasts as she tosses a coy smile at me over her shoulder.

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