Page 16 of The Cowboy's Off Limits Option

That's what got me caught. I couldn't stop looking. Couldn't stop thinking about how they'd feel filling up my hands, wondering how much harder I could get those nipples if my mouth was on them.

I got carried away; thinking about slipping my hand down the front of those sweats, wondering if she put her panties back on or if I'd find her mound bare against my fingers and whether it'd be covered with a patch of soft hair or if she keeps herself smooth.

If she let me touch her like that...how wet would she be for me? What kind of noises would she make for me when I lift her onto the counter and replace my hand with my mouth?

Hiding my hard-on in the sweats I changed into is impossible. I almost had it under control, using my search for snacks as an excuse to keep my back to her long enough for my damn cock to settle down.

Then I looked up. My fingers tightened on the packet of microwaveable popcorn, the loud crinkle of plastic wrapping not enough to break me out of my daze.

Callie was looking at me. Looking at me like she wanted me every bit as badly as I want her. My dick immediately jumped back to the ready, springing up painfully hard, and utterly impossible to hide from her.

"Cal..." I whisper her name through gritted teeth in a warning. Or a surrender. Because she doesn't stop moving until she's so close to me that I can feel the heat radiating off her body.

"Oh God..." I barely register that I've spoken again as her touch steals the breath from my lungs.

My hand drops the popcorn packet and grips the pantry doorjamb. My eyes shut tightly, and there's no fighting it anymore.

Callie's hand presses against my cock, making me see stars.

"Should I stop?"

Her hand eases the pressure against me until I barely feel it there anymore.

"No."

Opening my eyes, I dare to look down at her only to find those bright hazel eyes looking back at me, filled with what looks like hope.

Callie presses her hand against me again and I suck in a sharp breath at the contact. Her fingers wrap around my girth through the cotton fleece of my sweats.

"I don't understand," she murmurs softly as she tentatively explores my cock like it's the first one she's ever touched.

"Rowan said you're in love...That you wouldn't tell him who she is, but you seemed really serious about her. Why would..."

Her fingers slip upward, leaving my dick wanting, but then she finds her way under the hem of my shirt and her touch on my bare skin is enough to make me stumble backwards, landing against the rear shelves of the pantry.

I'm still struggling to understand what's happening here, and some part of my brain is holding on to reason, keeping me from putting my hands on her. If I do, I won't be able to stop, and I don't understand why Callie's hands are still on me. I just know I don't want her to stop.

"Why would what?"

My lips are dry and I lick them as I fight through the buzzing inside my brain, but it's Callie that I really want to wet them with.

"Why would I do this to you? You've never even noticed me. Not like this. Why now?"

Her hand slides higher under my shirt and over my chest. I wonder if she notices how fast my heart is beating. But her other hand has joined the delicious torture, drawing light trails down my abs till the muscles twitch under her touch, then exploring beneath the waistband of my sweats but remaining agonizingly clear of my weeping cock.

Something breaks loose inside me. Whatever was left of my resolve shatters and my paralysis gives way to blinding, desperate need.

My back is still against the back pantry wall, one of my feet tangled between a couple of packs of bottled water, one wrong move and I'll lose my balance and end up on the floor but none of it matters.

With both my hands bracing the sides of Callie's face, I bring her lips to meet mine and get my first taste of what I've been thirsting for.

"You, Cal..." I breathe the words urgently between gulps of air before I kiss her again. "I'm in love withyou."

Chapter Seven

Callie

Maybe I fell in the shower and hit my head. Or maybe I got killed in the bar fight.

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