“But I didn’t kill them! You know that, right? You believe me?” That panic I had felt at Mike’s shop was starting to surface again.
And then suddenly Calvin’s arms were wrapped tight around me, one strong hand on the back of my head.
Initially I froze. What the hell was he doing?
But nothing happened.
He was just hugging me.
And it was so…nice.
I felt the tension leave me entirely, and I slowly slid my arms under his, holding the back of his suit coat tightly. He smelled good. Really good. Neil wore some expensive name-brand cologne that always left me trying to guess exactly what it was supposed to smell like. Calvin wore some scent that was natural and simple and likely had a real name.
Spicy.
It made me think of traces of cinnamon and ginger.
It was masculine, and sexy.
He had no idea that this hug just got a lot more awkward for me.
“I believe you, baby,” he whispered.
Whoa. Wait. Holy shit. Okay, I admit it, Calvin Winter was sexy as hell, and I wanted him, but what the fuck was he doing callingmebaby? Did hewantme? For God’s sake,why?
“Want to repeat that last line again?” I muttered against his shoulder.
“You heard me,” Calvin replied, not letting go.
“This is weird.”
“Why?”
“Can we discuss this face to face?” I asked.
“Would rather not.” Calvin didn’t let go.
I almost laughed at how absurd this had just become. “Ah, are you—?”
“Are you really expecting Millett back tonight?” he interrupted.
“Er… I don’t think so,” I said quietly.
“Good.” Calvin pulled back and kissed me hard.
I tripped backward and hit the wall behind me. Calvin moved close, his hands on either side of my head. He pressed up against me, hot and rough. He caught my mouth, his jaw scraping against mine as he bruised my lips with kisses. Calvin nudged a leg in between mine and pressed his erection against my hip.
I heard myself moan, and that was the end of it. No turning back.
I reached up and wrapped my arms around Calvin’s neck, and then we were stumbling back into the kitchen, which seemed a decent enough place as any. He shoved me against the fridge, magnets and photos falling to the floor. I grabbed him by the back of the neck and pulled him into another searing hot kiss. His tongue pushed against my lips, and I opened my mouth to the warm invasion.
He tasted like coffee and cinnamon mints and male. The combination was erotic as hell.
My entire body was hot, ready to explode after just a few rough kisses. It was like I’d never been touched before, not really. Not like this—like how I needed it. Hard and fast, and still Calvin’s only goal in mind seemed to bemypleasure.
I grabbed a handful of his hair as his hands started unbuttoning my trousers.
“Does Millett ever do this for you?” he whispered against my neck.
