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“I think we might have found a new ritual for recording days. Every session has to end with a massage from you.” He stroked his thumb on my cheek, his intense gaze on my mouth.
I’m such a naughty flirt. I moistened my lips with the tip of my tongue, and he groaned. The long ridge under my thighs firmed up. I resisted the urge to squirm to a…more satisfactory position.
“I think I could accommodate that request.”
“Yeah? Can I make another?” He flicked his eyes to mine.
I nodded, unable to speak under the intensity of his gaze.
A slow smile lifted the corners of his lips. “Like the song said, I’ll wait. But sweet Jesus, Catie-belle. I need to kiss you.”
He lowered his gaze to my mouth again and leaned into me.
A girl would have to be off her rocker to not let him take possession of her mouth. To not close the distance between her lips and his.
I’m many things, but off my rocker isn’t one of them.
I pressed my lips to his soft, tender-firm mouth, and swiped my tongue along the thick Cupid’s bow. His beard tickled my skin as he angled his head, sealed his mouth to mine, and delved his tongue between my lips.
I dug my fingers into his shoulder and wrapped my left arm around his neck.
Callan cupped the back of my head and pressed his other palm in the middle of my back. Holding me in place for the onslaught of his kiss. Tongues tangled, soft sips, gentle nips, tugging pulls. He coasted his eager lips over my jaw and then returned to claim my mouth again.
I was breathless by the time he broke the kiss and pressed his forehead to mine.
“Ah, Catie-belle. I think this is going to be my new favorite tradition.”
All I could do was nod.
He held my gaze as a lazy smile lifted his lips and skimmed his hand around my waist and then spread his fingers over my thigh. “I suppose we should go grab lunch. I don’t want to miss out on any sweet treats. Although I think I have the sweetest treat right here in my arms.” With a rueful smile, he shifted his arms around me again, pulled me tight to his chest and pressed a chaste kiss to my cheek. Then he helped me to my feet.
Which was a godsend because I was so flipping weak in the knees I might have fallen if not for his support.
He held my hand all the way up the stairs and into his kitchen, where James was chowing on cookies.
I glanced at my watch to check messages, scrolling through them quickly until I came to the one from the unknown number. I paused to review it but snapped my head up when James shouted.
Callan had seized the box from James’ clutches and held it away from the man’s grabby reach. “Hey, save some for me, dipstick.”
“But they are so damn sweet.”
“So is honey, but mass ingestion isn’t a good thing. Besides, I want to take some home to Tobin.” Aspen scurried around the corner of the oversized island and snatched the cardboard box from Callan. “Keep away!”
She hurried toward the door, but I plucked the container from her hands. She scowled at me.
“I brought two dozen,” I pointed out. “I wasn’t sure how many people would be here, so I over-estimated.” I filled one hand with several, then handed off the box to Aspen again. “You two can split the rest. Take some home or eat them all here. But just know I am not responsible for any resulting sugar highs or bad decisions.”
“I always say that about beer and tequila,” James said with a laugh.
Callan coughed and it came out sounding likedamn straight.
Aspen claimed a handful of the chocolate chip masterpieces and looked at me a bit guiltily. “Are you sure?”
I waved my hand. “Yep. I can always get more. I have an in with the baker.”
With a flourish, I presented the cookies I held to Callan. He bypassed taking them, instead laughing as he swept me into a hug and swirled us in a tight circle.
James whistled. “She’s a keeper, Cal. These cookies are better than sex and the baker is her friend. Don’t you ever let her go.”
