Page 62 of Callahan

What I didn’t understand was he’d so easily agreed with Brian about staying here. Yeah, he said he wanted us to be friends—which I’d rejected, but not more than five hours later I was acting like a friend and entertaining him in my living room. But I’d also confessed to him what I’d wanted to do the last time he slept under my roof. Surely that should have given him pause?

Unless he was having second thoughts about his decision?

My pride wouldn’t allow me to come on to him, but I wasn’t above trying to entice him to come on to me.

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Adam

I could smell her perfume the minute she opened the door, and my cock stood up and took notice.

She’d changed into a satin royal blue pajama set of short-shorts and button-up top. As if her ass cheeks peeking out of the frilly hem on her bottoms wasn’t bad enough, she’d left the top two buttons of her shirt undone, giving me a prime view of her cleavage under her bra.

I was pretty sure she was wearing lip gloss, too.

I slid the air mattress through the door, and once I was inside, she closed and locked it.

Before pushing the thing toward her living room, I bit out, “So, what would you have done if Brian had helped me bring the air mattress in?”

“What do you mean?”

“Don’t play dumb with me, Lainey. It doesn’t suit you.”

She sauntered past me wearing a grin like the Cheshire Cat. Her long legs and pink toenails called to me like a siren’s song.

“I’m sure I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

I was hanging on by a thread and roughly ran my fingers through my short hair.

“You know damn well what I’m talking about.”

“No, I don’t. Enlighten me.”

Her fingers toyed with the open collar of her shirt, drawing my eyes to her tits, and I bit back a groan.

“Little girl, you’re playing with fire.”

I took her unwavering gaze as a challenge when she shrugged and responded, “That’s why I brought matches.”

And I’d never been one to back away from a challenge.

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Lainey

Adam leaned the air mattress against the table, set his backpack on the ground next to it, then stalked toward me.

On instinct, I retreated until my butt bumped into the back of the living room chair. The stern look on his face made me want to run.

But I suspected he might like the chase.

It took him less than three steps to box me in between his body and the furniture. His hands went to my hips, and he leaned down to murmur in my ear, “What would you have done if Brian had helped me with the mattress, and you’re dressed likethis?

His breath against my ear made the hair on my body stand on end. I knew my nipples were stiff, but thankfully I was wearing a nursing bra, so he couldn’t tell.

His demanding tone made me confess, “I knew he wasn’t coming up. I saw him drive away.”

“So, you wore this for me.”

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