Oh, who the hell am I kidding?
There’s no way that man can’t find a clit.
I can still feel his warm breath fanning my face when he told me he wasn’t going to kiss me yet. Fear warred with want as I swayed on my feet, wishing I wasn’t such a coward. That Icould have leaned in and closed the distance without my pulse pounding so loud I was sure he could hear it loud and clear.
Fuck . . .
But we’re not talking about Leo . . .
We’re talking about Callen.
Callen, who Cait already told me has no need to ask for directions or instructions. Fuck me.Focus...
“Oh... he can find a G-spot and a clit with his mouth and his tongue,” I assure my sister.
“Adelaide—” Caitlin yells at me, and I stop, wondering how much of that rant was out loud.
Shit.
“Sorry.” I put my now-empty glass down and look at the bottle of red wine on the coffee table. “I think I may have had too much wine.”
“Ya think?” Caitlin asks while Coraline laughs.
She may never let me live this down.
“I say use him. You live with a man who looks like a sexy beast of a race car.” When neither Caitlin nor I follow, Coraline rolls her eyes. “High-performance with sleek lines and lots of muscle. Follow along here, ladies. And he already knocked you up. Hop on and take him for a ride.”
Ohhh, I like that line of thinking. “I second that vote. Then tell us all about it. I could use some inspiration for my new book hero. Porn is getting old, and Callenishot.”
Caitlin’s mouth hangs open for a hot minute. “Porn?”
Fuck it.
I pick up the bottle of wine and decide if momma can’t get laid, at least she can get drunk.
LEO
Leo
You awake?
Addie
How did you know I was thinking about you?
Leo
You were thinking about me?
Addie
Wait . . . is this a riddle?
Leo
Is what a riddle?
Addie