Page 115 of Shattered

“I don’t even know what I was wearing.” She tried to quickly run through her memory of that night, but could only recall how frustrated he made her.

“Jeans and a t-shirt.”

“That’s not sexy at all.”

“You had on this green shirt that saidbetter luck next time; it looked like it was left over from St. Patrick’s day or something. But it matched your eyes. And it made your freckles stand out. You didn’t have on a lick of make-up and your hair was pulled into a bun. I decided right then that you were the most beautiful woman I had ever seen.”

“Callum.” She wasn’t sure why, but she felt the urge to blink away the wetness that gathered in her eyes.

“I don’t care what you wear. I care about you.” He reached out and grabbed her hand, turned it upward and kissed her palm. “But…” He gave her a devilish little grin and chuckled against her hand before slowly dropping it to her side. “I’m also very attracted to women, and the woman I like has informed me that she purchased some new sexy underwear that's intended purpose is to drive me wild.”

“This is true.”

“Are you wearing them right now?”

“Yes.” For some reason, she was already breathless.

Callum let go of her arm, slowly stalked backward and away from her, and then sat on the edge of the bed. She wasn’t sure what he was waiting for.

He pointed to the bottom of her dress and flicked his finger upward, indicating for her to shimmy the hem high enough for him to see.

It took her a moment to build up the courage to show him.

It was not the middle of the night.

They were completely and totally sober.

This was not a dimly lit room.

Everythingwould be on display.

“Sam. I’m waiting.” Callum raised his eyebrows.

She couldn’t look him in the eye. Instead, she focused on the swirling design of the rug as she moved. Her fingers shook slightly as she grabbed the hem and slowly pulled the fitted dress upward.

She heard his very audible gasp just as she felt that familiar burst of air. The noise caused her gaze to flit to him.

Callum licked his lips and then began exhibiting an odd breathing pattern.

“You’re wearing that? Tonight?”

“That’s the plan.” She smiled at her sudden burst of bravery.

He looked down at his watch. “We are supposed to be leaving in five minutes.”

Sam nodded.

“We are going to miss our reservation.”

Sam laughed.

“No.” She dropped the hem, letting it fall back down to her thighs. “We are not missing it.”

“Sam,” Callum growled as he stood and walked the few steps toward her.

“Callum.” Sam pushed her finger into his chest, keeping them separated by only a foot.

“Don’t make me wait. Please let me touch you.” He was begging.

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