Page 100 of Sin with Me

“I don’t want to wait. Neither do you,” I say, reaching my hand forward to palm his erection.

He grabs my wrist, stopping me from going any further. “No. I don’t. But it isn’t happening, Makenna. Not here. Not now.”

I look up at him and nod, letting him know I understand, and he lets go of my hand. “You should go,” I say quietly.

He reaches across the driver seat and scribbles numbers on a tiny scrap of paper. “This is my cell,” he says as he places it in my palm. “Because I don’t want to spend another night worrying about you.” He slides into the seat and cranks his SUV. “And because next time you touch yourself, next time you even think about putting your hands on that beautiful pussy, and I’m not there to see it, I want to hear it. I want to hear you. Do you understand?”

It takes all the willpower I possess not to climb through that window and beg him to fuck me. “Yes,” I say with a nod.

Then I watch in desperation as he smiles and drives away.

“I’m going to need both of those bottles,” I tell Brynn when I finally make it back inside.

Three hours later, after I’ve showered and picked up wine glasses, I secure a sheet of saran wrap over the top of the fruit tray Brynn and I were snacking on. Just as I flip the switch to turn the kitchen light off, the doorbell rings, making me nearly jump out of my skin.

“Hey handsome,” I say, relieved to find Callisto on the other side when I open the door. “How was your meeting?”

He snickers at my inquiry, never moving his eyes from mine. “You don’t really care about my meeting.”

Pure, carnal need begins to devour me from the inside out. It might be the wine. It could be the way he left me wanting. Or it could be that sex seeps from his pores and fills the air around him until I’m drowning in need.

“No. I guess I don’t,” I say, pulling my bottom lip between my teeth.

I never expected him to come back tonight. I might have been a little less generous with the wine if I had.

He sits next to me on the sofa, eyeing my choice of pajamas. For once, I’m thankful I opted for a black cami and baggy pajama bottoms rather than one of Reid’s old T-shirts.

I ease farther down the sofa and turn to face him. I raise my hand, stroking the curve of his jaw and slowly tip his chin up. “God, you’re gorgeous.”

The corner of his mouth twitches in the beginnings of a smile, but it quickly disappears. “There’s something I need to tell you. Something I need to explain,” he says, but I don’t care about confessions or explanations right now.

I ease myself onto my knees and straddle his lap then nestle my face in the crook of his neck. I listen as he swallows hard then exhales deeply through his nose.

“You always smell so good,” I moan as I breathe him in. My mouth hovers over his skin, longing for a taste. I grind myself down on his rapidly growing erection.

“Makenna,” he says, and I’m not certain if it’s a warning or a plea.

“I’m listening.”

“Maybe now is not the best time.” He twirls his fingers into my hair and gently pulls my head back.

“Stop being so serious. You’re always so serious.” Oh shit. I did not mean to say that out loud. Liquid courage at its finest. Two bottles of wine will do that to a girl.

A fleeting smile flickers across his lips, and his blue eyes sparkle with amusement. “I was just going to apologize if it seemed like I was being demanding earlier. You don’t have to check in with me. I overreacted. I didn’t mean to get angry. I thought something had happened to you and it fucked with my head.”

So many thoughts are running through my head right now. “I kind of like when you’re angry.” And that’s the one that won the race?

He loosens his grip on my hair and leans in closer to me, his forehead against mine. I grind into him one more time, provoking him to tighten the grip again.

“It’s sexy.”

“Oh?” he says, and I give a slight nod. “So, you want me to be angry?” Again, I nod. My eyes are closed, and I am imagining his mouth on me, him inside of me. “That’s the wine talking, Makenna. That’s not what you really want. That’s not the man you want to see.”

My eyes dart open, surprised he would argue with me. “It’s not the wine. That’s exactly what I want. Mean, angry, rough Callisto. Fifty shades of fuck me, daddy.”

He breathes a muffled laugh then moves his hands to cradle my face. “You are drunk,” he says through a seductive smile. I huff a sigh of disappointment, and he chuckles again. He thrusts his hips upward in an attempt to move me off of his lap. “Up you go,” he says as he lifts me onto my feet. “Time for bed.”

I hold onto his shoulders as he lifts me into his arms and carries me toward my bedroom. “Finally,” I groan.

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