I slip a hand over one of hers, caressing her palm with my fingertips.
"You have to help me keep my wife satisfied," Lachlan says. "At least let us arrange a better car and hotel for you, and just a wee bit of cash to—"
"No." I slap my free hand on my thigh, but I only stay annoyed for a second or two, then I smirk. "It's not my fault you can't satisfy your wife."
"Aidan." Lachlan's stern tone doesn't convince me. He isn't fed up with me. He's just being bossy.
"Do I need to spell the word for you?" I ask. "N-O."
My neck has started to ache, and I suddenly realize I've hunched my shoulders. My mouth has flattened into a line, and the fingers of the hand on my thigh are bent like claws.
Calli leans in, trailing her fingers down my throat while she whispers into my ear. "Let's make out."
I fidget, casting her a sideways glance. The second she suggested we make out, my cock started to rouse. Not ideal for a phone conversation with my overbearing brother.
Lachlan keeps talking. "Say yes, Aidan, or I'll tell our mother to call you."
Does he think I'm a bairn? Ma doesn't intimidate me.
Calli takes my earlobe in her mouth, flicking her tongue over it.
I hiss in a breath.
She lays her palms over my collarbone and glides them down my chest toward my waistband. Her voice is barely a whisper. "Want to make out with me?"
I swivel my head toward her, our lips grazing each other. "Aye."
"Thank heavens," Lachlan says, with intense relief in his voice. "I'll take care of everything right away."
"What?" My head snaps to the front again, and my eyes go wide. I snatch the mobile from my knee. "No-no-no, I wasnae talking to you, Lachlan."
"Who were you talking to?"
My gaze darts to Calli, and I shake my head with mock chastisement. "I'm with a saucy wench who's trying to seduce me."
"Wench?" Lachlan says with amusement. "Have you become a pirate?"
"Go ravish your wife, Lachlan." I disconnect the call and toss my mobile on the table. Then I twist around to grab Calli by the waist and haul her onto my lap, where she lands sideways. Cupping her face in one hand, I pull her closer. "Now, about your offer to make out."
"Still open."
"Good." I move my hand to her nape, tipping her head back. "You tricked me into taking my brother's handout, which means you owe me."
"I wasn't trying to trick you. Just wanted a kiss."
"Mm." I brush my mouth over hers, and my lips vibrate against her flesh when I speak again. "You're wanting more than a kiss, aren't you?"
"Yes."
Before she can close her mouth, I seal mine over her lips and thrust my tongue inside for a deep, hot kiss.
When I give up her lips, her expression has turned soft and sensual. "Thought you were talking to Lachlan about your sister."
"We talked about her." I drag my tongue up her throat while I close my hand around her breast. "Are you sure you want my sister staying here?"
"If the alternative is you going back to Chicago, yes." She pushes a hand down between our bodies to rub my hardeningslatthrough my jeans. "I want you here. Both in the sense of you staying in this house and in the sense of you taking me right here, right now."
"Let's wait a bit for that. I'll feel better when I'm sure you're not too sore."