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She should pull away and put an end to this now. But she had wanted him for so long that she had forgotten what it felt like not to want him. She felt fuzzy from the champagne and needy from denying herself, and all she could do was cling to him tighter, her lips seeking his.
“Then touch me,” she said against his mouth, her hands trailing down his chest. She felt his intake of breath as her fingers fumbled with the buttons of his shirt. “Cal... I need you to touch me.”
His only response was a low growl in his throat as he slipped off his jacket and tossed it onto one of the nearby chairs. He eagerly helped her unbutton his shirt, pulling it free from his pants and tossing it away carelessly.
Now their bodies were separated by a thin veil of silk and cotton.
She could still put a stop to this. She could still pull away.
She didn’t.
She ran her fingers across his chest. Taut muscles rippled beneath her touch. She was always surprised at how muscular he was under those rumpled suits.
Cal’s hand brushed the side of her face, and she looked at him. His brown eyes held a look she hadn’t seen before— a promise of something more than just physical attraction. He leaned down, pressing his lips to hers with an intensity that took her breath away. “We should go up to your room.”
“No.” She didn’t want to give herself time to second-guess this.
“No?” A ripple of surprise laced his question, and his lips quirked in that adorably appealing way.
Ellie shook her head, all her previous hesitations and insecurities slowly fading away. “No.” Her fingers tightened around the fabric of his trousers, pulling him closer to her. “I want you here... now... tonight.”
And maybe once she had him, she could stop obsessing about him and move on with her life.
Not gonna happen, a little voice of reason whispered at the back of her mind. You told yourself that last time. And the time before that. And the one before that.
She told the voice to shut up. She didn’t want reason now. She was tired and lonely and wanted Cal.
“Ellie.” Her name left him like a breathed prayer.
Oh, no. He wasn’t going to be all chivalrous and turn her down, was he? “Please, Cal.”
One hand curled around her waist, and he decisively backed her against the far wall of the terrace under a waterfall of vines. The small, relieved gasp that escaped her lips was swallowed by his mouth descending on hers in a kiss that was all heat and fire and desperate need. The world spun with dizzying speed as he devoured her with a possessiveness that left no room for doubt.
Thank God.
He unzipped her dress, his fingers steady and unhurried despite the rapid rise and fall of his chest. The silk fabric pooled at her feet, leaving her bare to him. His gaze devoured her, a soft sound of appreciation leaving his throat.
“You are utterly breathtaking, Ellie,” he murmured, brushing his thumb over the hardened peak of her nipple, sending a jolt of desire coursing through her.
That was the thing about Cal that made it so hard to resist him—he didn’t just touch her, he worshipped her. His fingers traced over every inch of her like he was memorizing the feel of her under his hands. His mouth left a trail of heated kisses down her neck, across her collarbone, and down to the swell of her breasts. His tongue flicked over her nipple, and she gasped, tightening her hands in his hair, holding him to her. He kissed his way across to her other breast, mirroring his actions until she was writhing beneath him.
“Cal,” she whimpered, tugging at his hair. She needed him closer, needed all of him.
His lips moved lower, trailing kisses down her stomach. Her breath hitched as he carefully lifted one of her legs over his shoulder, pressing a kiss to the inside of her thigh.
Oh, God, this was a bad idea.
Sleeping with him wouldn’t get him out of her system. It would only make her want him more.
And, still, she didn’t care.
A soft chuckle rumbled from his chest as she pressed her hips toward him.
“Patience.” His breath was warm against the sensitive skin of her inner thigh.
She didn’t want patience. She wanted Callum. She wanted him inside her, filling her with warmth and pleasure. A soft moan escaped her, and she bit her lower lip to keep more sounds from slipping out. His grin widened, a devilish gleam in his eyes before he moved lower and merely brushed his lips against her clit.
She nearly screamed at the touch, her hips bucking off the wall in response. Cal’s hands on her hips kept her steady as he continued his exploration, his mouth working miracles that made her see stars.
