“What do you want?”
Callan’s eyes locked on mine. “I want to fall to my knees beside that tub and put my face between your legs.”
I gasped and clutched the towel a little higher, exposing even more of my bare thighs to the eyes he dipped down, completely unapologetic in the greedy way he looked at me.
“But you won’t?” I whispered.
Callan shook his head. “We’re not ready.”
“But…what about…you?”
He tilted his head, unsure what I was suggesting.
“Will you touch yourself?” I ask him. “While I watch?”
“You don’t want to watch that.”
“Don’t tell me what I want.” My tongue darted out to wet my lips as his fingers hovered, uncertain, above his belt buckle. “Take off your pants, Callan.”
“That’s not very nice manners, Erin.”
I huffed a surprised laugh that he could still be so playful. Along for the ride, I fluttered my eyelashes and whispered a sexy, “Please.”
He smirked. “Well, since you asked nicely…” Facing me square on, he unfastened his belt, the metal clunk echoing off the tiles. His hands stilled on the button of his trousers.
I urged him to keep going. “I want to watch you.”
“Erin…”
Was he shy? He shouldn’t be. “Please,” I whispered again.
The zipper dragged down, exposing a glimpse of his toned stomach and the neat trail of copper hair that disappeared into his blue plaid boxers. I clenched my thighs together to stop the throb between my legs from distracting me.
“More,” I instructed.
Callan’s head cocked slightly to the side. “I don’t usually like being bossed around in the bedroom.” Another playful smirk tugged at his lips.
“This is a bathroom.”
He edged the boxers over his hips. “I guess you’re in charge then.” The plaid dipped lower and lower until his erection bobbed free.
I stared. I couldn’t help it.
Oh.
Oh,wow.
Was it possible for a man to have a beautiful dick? God. It must be. My eyes were locked on it. It was right in front of me.
My reaction seemed to please Callan. He flashed me one of his lazy smiles as his hand moved in slow strokes up and down. “Your turn.”
“M-my turn?”
“I want to see more than that gorgeous ass, Erin.” He nodded at the towel still clutched tight to my front. “I think it might be my favorite. I love getting my hands on it. But let me see a little more of you so I can be sure.” He lowered his voice to purr, “Please.”
The low rumble of that word fluttered in my stomach. This sexy side of Callan was intoxicating. Self-doubt still sparked in the deep, dark parts of my heart, but, cautious, with my teeth buried in my lip, I inched the towel lower.
“More,” he instructed me this time.
