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Callan reached across the scant space between us and took my hand in his. “Good day, huh?”
“It really was. Thank you for including me.” I beamed at him, then took a sip from my wine glass. I tipped my head back toward the house. “I suppose we should check on the kids.” We’d taken Elvis on a short walk, then left him in a screened porch area before coming down to the lake.
“I need to take Elvis out one last time for the evening.”
“And then I should probably ask you to take me home.” Not that I wanted the evening to end.
“About that…” Callan shifted in his chair to face me. He tugged my hand toward him. “Come here,” he instructed.
Wordlessly, I set my glass down, rose, and moved onto his lap, nestling into his chest, like it was the most perfect spot in the world. He encased me in his strong arms and nuzzled under my ear. A thrilling small pulse thrummed under my skin, through my torso and between my thighs.
“Stay.” His tone was a puzzling mixture of request and demand. Not exactly a question or a statement. It was as if he’d verbalized his hope.
My breath caught for a second, then eased out as he grazed his nose across my cheek. His beard tickled as he skimmed my jaw. The fiery trail his mouth left as he made his way down my neck rivaled the glorious color of the sky as the sun sank lower.
I lifted my chin, giving him better access. The soft touch of his lips, his tongue, was addictive. Colors swirled behind my eyelids as I closed them, blocking out every physical cue the world was sending right now, focusing only on this powerful, enigmatic man.
One of his large hands landed on my thigh, his fingers dipping into the space between them. He cupped my knee, kissed his way back up my throat and sought out my lips once again.
His mouth was persuasive, demanding, and aggressive as well as sweet and seeking. And I answered back in kind.
He hadn’t moved his hands even an inch, but I wanted him to. I craved the knowledge of how they’d feel on my breasts, of the heat of them as they toyed with my clit, how thick his fingers would feel inside me.
A bolt of lust followed the path of my thoughts…every inch of my body tingled and burned with the need for more. I squirmed on his lap, slid my palm up his chest, over his shoulders and threaded my fingers into the hair brushing his collar.
“Callan…” I couldn’t finish my thoughts, not one hundred percent sure of how to ask him to carry me to his bedroom right this instant. Or strip me bare right here on the dock and fly with me to heaven.
“Is that a yes?” His voice was rough with tension and his breath tickled my lips.
I opened my eyes, held his gaze, and nodded.
The smile that curled his lips licked a frisson of desire all the way through me. Curling my toes, tightening every muscle.
From the screened porch, Elvis barked. Reminding us that he needed a fast walk.
With a chuckle, Callan urged me off his lap, then rose as well. I tried to not glance at his crotch but failed miserably. A long thick ridge strained the placket of his jeans. Only fair, I guess, since my panties were soaked through.
Hand in hand, we raced up to the porch. Callan clipped a leash to Elvis’s collar, then caught me in his arms before he led the dog out to the yard. “Do whatever you need to do for Frank. I’ll be right back.” He kissed my forehead, then dropped a quick, grinning kiss on the tip of my nose before disappearing through the screen door.
I rounded up Frank and carried him outside. “Sorry, buddy. I didn’t think we were staying overnight. I didn’t bring a litter box for you. The azalea bed will have to do.” I scratched under his chin as I carried him to a nearby section of the flower beds. “I promise. I’ll make it up to you. Just don’t run away, okay?”
To be safe, I tucked my fingers under the collar before setting him down in the mulch. Then I squatted right next to him and held on while he did his business. I’d have to ask Callan if he had a cardboard box available. That and some paper toweling would work until I could get a litter box for here. I hoped once we crossed this first night together, I’d get to spend others here.
And what did it say about me that I thought this could be a one-night stand, hoped for more, but would take what I could get?
In the near distance, Callan’s voice reached me as he walked Elvis. I slipped back onto the screen porch, and released Frank, then listened to Callan singing to Elvis as they walked along. The tune was from his first album. A song that had gone platinum and one I knew. I started humming along as I waited for them to reappear. The melody wrapped around me as he sang about finding his one true love, and praying for a future together.
Oh, dare to dream that he could be singing about us.
Upon reentering the porch, Elvis barked as soon as he caught sight of me. He pulled away from Callan and jumped up, planting his oversize front paws on my thighs. “Hey, cutie.” I ruffled his fur.
Callan unclipped the leash, then herded both me and Elvis inside. The sliding glass door made almost no noise as he closed and locked it. He took my hand, and led me toward a door, which he opened. Turned out it was a long, narrow laundry room. Bowls of food and water were already set neatly along one wall, and he’d tossed the cushioned pet bed at the end of the room.
“In you go,” he said as he guided Elvis inside. “Bed,” he instructed.
Elvis hurried to the bed and plopped down, a seriously canine grin on his snout. He was a good boy, and he knew it.
Taking my hand, Callan now led me back to the kitchen. He didn’t let go as he led me through the living room toward a large, central staircase. “Does Frank have everything he needs?” Callan spoke like a man who had definite plans for the next few hours.
