Page 147 of Reckless Hearts

Every doubt I’ve been dragging behind me disappears under the weight of that stare.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

Callie’s shoulder bumps into mine. “You two done flirting? I’m hungry.”

Suddenly, I’m starving, and it has nothing to do with lunch.

Maverick darkens, his thumb running along his bottom lip.

He’s thinking the same thing I am.

“Fucking ravenous.” Lust drips from my tongue.

Callie swallows hard, her cheeks a pretty pink. “Oh.”

“Yeah.” I wrap my fingers around her waist and tug her closer to me, dropping my mouth to her ear. “Yeah,oh.”

Chapter 49

Maverick

Callie’salready taking off her shirt by the time the motel door clicks shut behind us.

No words. No pretense. Just her, standing at the foot of the bed, hair wild, mouth pink from kissing, eyes full of challenge, fucking electric as she peels off her top inch by inch and tosses it aside. My mouth goes dry as she runs her hands slowly down her bare stomach, like she knows exactly what she’s doing.

Colt makes a noise low in his throat. “Holy shit.”

Every curve, every movement, slow and deliberate. She unbuttons her jeans, slides them down her legs with a little shimmy of her hips, and we both follow the motion like she’s got us on strings.

She’s doing this on purpose, showing herself off like this body is a gift, and we’d be fools not to fall to our knees and worship it.

Jesus Christ, I want to. I want her on her back, on her knees, on my tongue. I want her dripping and trembling and pulling Colt apart while I lose my mind watching.

Colt’s already pulling his shirt over his head, eyes locked on her like he’s half-wild.

She’s still in her bra and panties, barefoot, flushed, eyes flashing with wicked intent. Her hands drift over her own hips. Sin incarnate, all bare skin and flushed cheeks as she tilts her chin toward us.

“You’re driving us crazy.” Colt lets out something between a groan and a prayer.

I mutter my agreement, yanking my shirt off in one breath and kicking my boots free, Colt a mirror image of me as he strips down.

Callie grins. “That was the plan.”

I’m not sure who groans louder, Colt or me.

My hands twitch with the need to touch her, but I don’t move. Not yet. My girl is having fun, and I’m not going to stop her.

She reaches behind her back and unclasps her bra, letting it slide down her arms. Her nipples are already peaked, and my cock jerks just watching her drop the bra on the floor.

Colt’s halfway to her already, drawn in like gravity, but he waits.

Callie hooks her thumbs into the waistband of her panties, eyes flicking between us. “Well?”

I move.

She doesn’t flinch as I close in, just lifts her chin, daring me.

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