“No,” Gwenna says hurriedly. “I mean.” She looks at Cal, who is looking back at her with the kind of burning hunger that makesmymouth go dry. “I guess I didn’tnotwant it, but...but that isn’t what I meant.”
“Ah. Okay.” I chew my lip. “Well. Do you…want to anyway? Because Cal wants to kiss you.”
“Hey,” Cal protests, but gently, like he realizes that everyone in the room now knows he’s very, very smitten with the girl who’s found her way into Camlann House.
Twice.
Now Gwenna blushes. And she’s pretty when she blushes.
“Sure,” she says. “Why not?” She gives a nervous little laugh, tucks her hair behind her ear. “I mean, what the hell—my mom’s dead, I’m apparently supposed to corrupt all of you equally, and…” She draws in a breath. “Sorry. I don’t know why I took it there.”
“It’s okay,” Cal says. He’s eased closer to her on the bed, I notice. Just an inch or two.
And suddenly I’m burning with impatience.
Breakfast, class, the quest for the Holy Grail, anything that exists outside of this bedroom can wait. Indefinitely.
“Kiss her,” I tell him again.Commandhim. “Kiss her, Cal.”
Callahan looks at me. Then at Gwenna.
She bites her lip. “Kiss me.”
Cal doesn’t need telling twice—or thrice. He takes her face in his hands and kisses her, a soft deep kiss I recognize, can practicallytaste.
When he pulls away, he looks to me.
Like he wants approval.
Fuck me.
Gwenna, meanwhile, averts her eyes, a small smile still on her lips. She draws her knees up to her chest. “Well…what did you think?” she says, laughing lightly.
Cal’s face is blank, now. Like he’s afraid to react. “What didyouthink?”
“I think…” Gwenna shoots a look at me. “I think I know how I’d rank my leaderboard.” She shrugs.
I lift my shoulders and sigh. “I mean, I’ve never kissed myself. But I know Cal’s good.” I chew the inside of my cheek. “And you just scratched the surface.”
Something flares in Gwenna’s eyes.
I swallow roughly. “Touch her,” I say. “Rub her clit.”
The word seems to send Cal into a full-body flush: eyes wide, face red, blinking furiously. And that, that wholeflustered but hornylook, gets my dick at firm attention.
Fuck, I am so toast.
I grip the outsides of my arms, willing myself not to move yet, just watch.
“Is…” Cal swallows and looks at Gwenna. “Is that what you want?”
I look at her too, and she’s…equally flushed. Two spots of pink on her cheeks, quickened breaths through parted lips.
But she nods.
Cal nods back, and places his right hand on her stomach, just above her waistband. I shiver in spite of myself: I know what those hands can do, and dear God I’m a fan. Slowly, he inches one broad finger and then another under the elastic, his gaze everywhere and nowhere as he moves, like he isn’t sure where to look.
And then he looks at me.
