Total pages in book: 124
Estimated words: 119005 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 595(@200wpm)___ 476(@250wpm)___ 397(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 119005 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 595(@200wpm)___ 476(@250wpm)___ 397(@300wpm)
I took the card. “And if I ever want to talk business?”
Iain grinned. “Sure. Call me then too.”
“Great.” I stepped back. With a little wave of his business card, I turned on my heel and sashayed toward Callan, feeling good about myself. Callan, however, was already coming toward me.
Suddenly, he looked very tall and broad-shouldered as he marched across the room, green eyes icy with anger. My clutch dangled in his clenched fist. I opened my mouth to explain, but when he reached me, he took a hold of my elbow, his grip tight as he guided us toward the door that led to the restroom. I could practically feel the anger vibrating off him.
“He’s the CEO of Pennington’s,” I explained. “I got his business card.”
Callan didn’t respond. Instead, he dragged me down the corridor, past people queuing for the loo, and I tried not to look like a drama was playing out between us.
He hauled me along with him, around the corner and out of sight. As soon as we had privacy, he halted and pressed me up against the wall. His hands braced at either side of my head, my clutch hitting off it with a worrying thud.
“If you break that, you buy it,” I warned.
Then Callan leaned his whole body into me. And I felt him.
He was aroused.
I sucked in a breath as excitement flushed through me. “What are you doing?”
He searched my face, his chest rising and falling against mine. “I don’t know,” he admitted hoarsely. “At this point, I just needed you away from all the bastards who want in your knickers.”
“You’re jealous?” I whispered, licking my suddenly dry lips.
Callan’s gaze dropped to my mouth. “It would seem so.” His breathing harshened. “Beth … Beth …”
“Captain?”
He crushed his mouth over mine, and I was vaguely aware of the sound of my clutch hitting the ground as his hands tangled in my hair. His tongue pushed against mine until I opened my mouth with a gasp. My belly squeezed deep and low as he took me with ravenous hunger.
And then he was kissing my chin and down my throat, sucking at a spot on my neck that made me shudder, his stubble scratching deliciously across my skin.
Everything just disappeared.
Where we were. Why we were there.
It was only him and me and this intense fire that ignited between us.
I gasped at the touch of his hand on my bare leg, the slow way his calloused palm slid up my inner thigh. “Callan …”
“Beth,” he groaned, pressing wet kisses down my chest. “Let me, let me …” His fingers nudged under the thong I’d worn so panty lines wouldn’t ruin my dress. “Let me.”
There wasn’t even a thought of stopping him. I was already wet merely thinking about his touch. I needed him. “Yes,” I said hoarsely.
Callan brushed his thumb over my clit, and I whimpered. His head came up and our eyes met. His face was etched with harsh desire, his gaze so hot and wanting. He watched me as he rubbed my clit, the bundle of nerves swelling and throbbing as the tension in me tightened.
Then he was pushing his fingers inside me, stretching me, the sensation overwhelming and … perfect.
“Ahhh—” Callan covered my cry with his mouth, kissing me as he fucked me with his fingers. I moaned into the kiss as my orgasm built and built.
“Callan.” I broke the kiss, gasping for breath, grabbing his shoulders, my hips undulating against his touch. “Callan.”
“Fuck.” He held my low-lidded gaze as he thrust into me all the while rubbing his thumb over my clit. “Come. I want to watch you come, princess.”
The tension in me snapped. Callan kissed me, swallowing the sound of my climax. My inner muscles clenched around him as he finger-fucked me through the orgasm.
He released my mouth as I continued to shudder. Callan groaned, his teeth scraping my jaw as he trembled against me. “I want to fuck you so badly. I want my cock buried inside you right now, regardless of where we are.”
Realization dawned as I tried to catch my breath.
Holy hell.
We were in public.
I’d come on Callan’s fingers. I was wearing silk!
“We have to leave,” I whispered, my fingernails biting into his shoulders as he peppered wet kisses along my jaw, the feel of his stubble making me shiver with want. “Cal—Oh.” He bit my ear, and I shuddered with renewed arousal. “Oh, please don’t.”
“I can’t help it.” He ground his erection against me. “Beth, let me take you home. I need inside you.” He lifted his head to meet my gaze again. His expression was now absolutely stark with want. “I promise you it’ll be worth it. I’ll show you how good casual can be, princess.”
I’d lost control. He’d made me lose complete control.
And yet … it didn’t feel as scary as it had only a few days ago.