Page 39 of Callum
“Yes. You took away my opportunity to knee the bastard in the balls.” Then she spun and stormed back into the room.
His lips twitched as he followed her, throwing the door closed behind them. “You were going to nail him in the balls?”
She shuffled her jeans down her legs, and his gut rippled at the sight of those creamy, toned legs. The second the pants were off, she spun. “Yes. I didn’t get to do it the day I found him in bed with my sister because I was too damn shocked. So that moment just now was my missed opportunity.”
“I don’t think you need a reason. The next time you see him, you can nail him. He’ll know why.”
She growled…actuallygrowled.
He bit back a grin as he stepped forward, his feet almost propelling toward her on their own. “I didn’t like him touching you like that. I’ll always help a woman in distress if I can.”
“But I didn’t need your help. I can fight my own battles. Just because I have breasts doesn’t mean I need a knight in shining armor to save me.”
His eyes twitched to look down at those breasts. They pressed against the material of his shirt, and the sight damn well toyed with him. “I’m not going to sit back and listen as he manhandles you, Fiona. I’m not that guy.”
She swallowed, seeming to notice for the first time how close he’d gotten. This time, when she spoke, her words had less bite to them. “So, block your ears.”
That wasn’t happening. “How about I just hold the asshole down while you pound him?” That sounded like a compromise to him.
“That wouldn’t work.”
He swiped her cheek with his finger. “Why’s that, honey?”
“Because I don’t want him to think I need your help to stand up for myself.”
He lowered his head until his lips brushed her ear. “Five seconds. That’s how long I’ll give you next time before I step in.” He wasn’t even sure he could give her that much, but hell, he’d try. For her, he’d try.
He touched his lips to her cheek and kissed her, enjoying her jagged breath.
“I can work with that.”
His lips stretched into a smile as he shifted his head so his mouth hovered over hers. He wanted to kiss her so damn bad he ached. Her lips called to him, like a fruit that was supposed to be forbidden.
He met her eyes. “It’s just you and me.”
“It is.”
His hands went to her hips, tugging her into him. “Am I allowed to kiss you now?”
Heat blazed in her eyes, and her pulse picked up. She opened her mouth like she was going to say something, but instead, rose to her toes and touched her mouth to his. The feel of her soft lips made his gut tighten and something hot coil over his skin.
His fingers tightened on her flesh, needing to feel more of her against him. Needing her curves to soften his hardness. When her hands moved up his chest and she sighed, her lips parted and he took advantage, sliding his tongue into her mouth to taste her. She moaned, and that moan rippled through his chest.
In one fluid move, he shifted his hands beneath her and lifted her into his arms. She wrapped around him like she’d done it a hundred times. Like they were made to fit exactly as they did.
Needing to feel more of her, he trailed a hand up her thigh, slipping under the shirt and skirting her waist. For a moment, he paused, letting the heat of her skin seep into him. Then her hand covered his, and she whispered, “Touch me,” before shifting his hand so he held her bare breast in his palm.
Every rational thought in his head blackened as he kneaded her breast. Her hums turned into moans, and she dug her fingers into his shoulders. He found her hard nipple and grazed it with his thumb.
“Callum…”
His name on her lips was like a breath of life inside him. He spun and lay her on the bed, never separating their bodies as he hovered over her. Then his lips trailed to her cheek and neck. He shoved the shirt up so her breasts were on full display, allowing himself one look at the pink buds before dropping his head and taking one peak inside his mouth.
Her back arched, the action pushing her sweet flesh farther between his lips. He ran his tongue over her, alternating between swipes and circles.
“More,” she gasped. “I need more of you.”
Hell, fucking, yes, he’d give her more. With his other hand, he trailed down her side before slipping inside her panties where she was warm and wet. She opened for him, her pulse spiking, her fingers tightening on his shoulders. At the first swipe against her clit, she cried out, and that sound tormented him. Twisted and pulled at him.
