Page 61 of Callum
She’d just finished applying cream to her face when he stepped behind her and set the coffee onto the counter.
She smiled and leaned against him. “Hey.”
“Hey, beautiful.” He kissed her cheek, hands going to her hips. “How’s your head feeling?”
“Okay. It’s just like a dull headache.”
It shouldn’t even be that much. She shouldn’t be in any pain at all. “I’ve got pain meds in the cabinet.”
He was about to move away when she grabbed his hands and tugged them around her waist. “Wait, you haven’t given me a good-morning kiss on the lips.”
He grinned. “You’re right.”
She turned in his arms and pressed her palms to his chest. “A woman needs her morning kiss to get her day started right.”
He leaned down, hovering his lips over hers. His voice quieted. “Big oversight on my part.”
“Huge,” she breathed.
Then he kissed her, swiping his lips across hers and letting the softness that was Fiona surround him. Her fingers slid through his hair, and when her tongue nudged at his mouth, he opened, tasting his beautiful woman.
His hand skirted down her side, tugging her closer. She hummed, and that sound ricocheted throughout his chest. When she began to push his shirt up, he lifted his head.
He chuckled at her groan. “You have a concussion, Fi.”
“I can still kiss you.”
If he kept kissing her, it would turn into more than that. “You’re spending the day on the couch. Bedrest.”
The change was instant. She shook her head. “I have to go to work.”
Hell no. “Someone can cover for you.”
“No, Callum, it was a mild concussion. I’ve got a little headache, that’s it. I’m fine.”
“No.”
“Yes.”
He bit back a growl.
She stroked a hand over his cheek. “Callum, I don’t want to just sit at home all day and think about the fact I’m a target. It will drive me crazy.”
“Better crazy at home than passing out halfway through your shift.”
She gave him a pointed look. “I’m only on for four hours in the afternoon.”
His jaw clicked. “Fine. But no working overtime, and I’m trailing you to work and home, so no driving on your own. And if you’re in pain, you call me.”
“Done.”
He didn’t like it. But he also didn’t want to get into a fight with the woman after everything she’d been through last night. “And no more late shifts.”
“Well, if you’re there, we could find other reasons to be in the library after hours.”
This time hedidgrowl. “You’re killing me, woman.” He dipped his head and kissed her again. His hand was just skirting up her side when her phone rang. “Ignore it.”
She laughed and turned, reaching for her cell on the counter. His chest rumbled with sounds of his disapproval as he continued to kiss the back of her neck.
