Page 118 of Stolen Hearts

“I know,” I whisper. My bottom lip disappears between my teeth as my eyes drag over his gorgeous profile. “I did warn you.”

His jaw grinds, and his eyes glint in the passing neon as they swivel toward me.

“Take off your panties.”

My eyes fly wide, and heat spreads from my core and dances all the way across my skin.

Holy shit.

“W-what?”

“I said. Take. Your fucking. Panties.Off.”

His hand extends out across the shifter, palm up.

“And then give them to me.”

My thighs clench. I can feel my nipples hardening as they electrically press against the inside of the tight dress.

“I…I don’t—”

“Take off your fucking panties,” he hisses dangerously, staring at the road as he seamlessly weaves through traffic like a deranged maniac. “And put them in my fucking hand.Now, Callie.”

Suddenly, that’s exactly what I’m doing. My face heats with a mix of excitement, pot, and alcohol as I slip my hands under the short dress and hook my fingers into my panties. I peel them down, lifting my legs in the passenger seat of his Range Rover to slip them over my heels. Blushing furiously, I turn and slip them into his hand.

Instantly, my mouth falls open and heat explodes across my face as Castle brings the hand holding my panties to his nose. He inhales slowly as I stare at him as if he’s lost his mind.

“W-what—”

“I’m seeing if they’rewet,” he growls icily. “I’m seeing if that little fucking dipshit turned you on enough for your slutty pussy to drip all over your panties.”

Sweet. Fucking. Jesus.

My face turns to molten lava as I stammer to find my voice.

“I—” I shake my head. “No,” I breathe. “He didn’t.”

Castle inhales again. “Are you fucking sure?”

“No one makes me wet…” My teeth rake over my lip. “No one…except you.”

I tremble as his gaze drags over to me, the streetlights flickering intermittently in his stormy blues.

“Show me.”

Oh fuck…

“You want me to—”

“Lift up your fucking dress andshow mehow wet that pussy gets for me.Now, Callie.”

Fire surges through my veins. My hands move by themselves, slipping up my thighs and taking hold of the hem of my dress. My skin tingles as I peel the fabric up, my heart racing as I lift my ass to pull the dress all the way up to my waist.

Power and raw desire throb under my skin as I slowly turn to him. I shift in the seat, and before I know what I’m doing—maybe fueled by the night I’ve had so far—I’m spreading my legs as I twist toward him.

Castle glances over at me again, his eyes glinting with hunger as they stab between my thighs.

I know he can see me glistening as each streetlight flickers over us. I wasn’t before, from Stavros.

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