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“Call me if you decide you want to shoot him after all,” Evie said before disappearing.
“What are you doing here?” Viv set the glass she had somehow managed not to drop on his nightstand and closed the door behind her.
“It’s my room.”
“I mean, why are you standing here in the dark like a weirdo? I thought you were going out with the guys for a drink.”
“I did. I was. And now I’m…not.” Jesus. “And I’m not a weirdo.”
“Debatable. I think you scared a few years off my life. I can feel gray hairs growing as we speak. Did you need something?”
“Yes.”
He closed the space between them in quick strides, reaching out to grip the front of her shirt and pulling her forward until her body crashed into his. He slid his free hand up to loosely grip her throat and tilted her head up for his lips.
He didn’t take her mouth gently. He needed to feel her, to touch her too much for that. Dragging his tongue across her upper lip, he growled when she opened for him with a moan and danced her tongue against his.
She fisted her hands in his shirt, and he tensed for her to shove him away, but instead she pulled him even closer, like it was impossible to get close enough. When she finally pushed him back, his eyes dropped to her lips, swollen from his kiss.
“We talked about this. I told you I—”
“I want you.” Her eyes moved to a spot just over his left shoulder, and she was quiet for a long minute before they slid back to meet his gaze. “All of you.” He swallowed around the lump in his throat while she studied him.
“Are you just saying that to get me naked?”
He chanced taking a step closer. “No. I don’t know how to do this part, but I want you too much not to try.”
When she reached for the hem of his shirt and lifted it slowly over his head, he nearly pulled her in, but something told him to let her have this moment, to let her set the pace of whatever was building between them.
Her hands roamed down his chest and over his abs to the waistband of his jeans, lingering there before undoing the button and dragging down the zipper. Her knuckles grazed his hardening cock, and he swallowed a groan.
She worked his jeans and his boxers down over his hips and thighs, and he toed off his shoes and socks so she could help him step out of them. The way she was looking up at him, fully clothed with her mouth inches away from the tip of his shaft, made him weak. When she wrapped her fingers around him, he shuddered.
As much as he wanted to feel her mouth around him, he needed to taste her more, to hear her sighs and pants and moans. He pulled her to her feet, groaning and dropping his head against her shoulder when she stroked him up, twisting her hand in the way that drove him crazy.
“This isn't going to last long if you keep doing that,” he growled, nipping at the exposed skin of her neck.
“You recover quickly from a good fuck,” she said, and he could hear the arousal in her tone.
“I don’t want to fuck you.” He wrapped his arm around her waist when she started to move away and held her tight against him while he tasted her skin. “I want to savor you.”
Her breath hitched, and she leaned into him, her hand still lazily working his cock up and down while he tugged her shirt up and off, bringing his lips down against her shoulder as soon as she was free of it. Skimming his fingers up over her ribs, he brushed the sides of her breasts and circled the pad of his thumb over her nipple until it hardened through the fabric of her bra. He squeezed it between his fingers until she gasped and arched against him.
“Have I ever told you before how stunning you are?”
“I can’t remember. Maybe?”
He reached up to cup her breasts through the thin fabric before undoing the clasp and filling his hands with them, squeezing gently.
“You are. Absolutely stunning. I could touch you every day for the rest of our lives and not get tired of it.”
He kissed her, nipping her bottom lip with his teeth while he teased her nipples until she trembled, fingernails digging into the skin of his hip. He pinched them, and she arched under his fingers, gasping against his lips.
“These are very sensitive,” he murmured while she squirmed against him when he increased the pressure.
He pulled back to watch her face as he gripped her nipple between two fingers and twisted it gently, then a little harder when she leaned into him, and her eyes fluttered closed. When he twisted again, her head fell back, and her body vibrated in his arms.
“Callahan.”
