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Her hips cease all movement.
Craning her head back to look at me, she arches a brow. A little apprehension in her expression. “How do you know my last name? I didn’t tell you.”
Lowering my lips to her forehead, I kiss her there. “I know everything about you, love. You can thank my cousin for that.”
“But why?”
“Because I’m very attracted to you.” Can’t get you out of my head.
“We just met.” Aliana’s eyebrows furrow in the most adorable way while a pout forms across that tempting mouth when I place her back on her feet. She doesn’t like it and neither do I, but this is a conversation that is best had in private. “Where are we going?”
“I’m taking you home.”
“Who says I want to go to your house?” Cheeky little thing.
“Never claimed you did.” I nuzzle her temple. Smells so sweet. “That’s why I’m driving to yours.”
“How?” Aliana’s fucking adorable as she rambles question after question. I also don’t miss the fact she never said no.
My smirk turns cocky when I look back at her. I’m walking us toward the elevator, her small hand in my rough one. “With my car.”
“Smartass.” Smacking my arm, she rolls her eyes but keeps up. I’m gauging her body language, and so far she’s at ease, making this easier than I expected. “I meant you don’t know where I live. How can you take me home?”
“Because a Jameson always does his homework.”
“What does that even mean, Callum?”
“Let me get you home, and I promise to explain.” With a tug, I’m looking at her again after pressing the down button. “Any objection?”
“I shouldn’t trust you.”
“No, you shouldn’t. And that’s something we’ll discuss after.”
“Then why do I feel so comfortable with you?” The vulnerability in those words causes my heart to squeeze. “I’m not scared when you sound like a stalker.”
“That’s because I’d never hurt you. I can’t.” The door dings and I release her hand, stepping inside while giving her a choice. To choose to come with me. Warm brown eyes flicker between me and the crowd behind her then back again, before taking my offering. Soft, warm skin skims my palm while small fingers entwine with mine; one small pull, and she’s in front of me as the doors close.
I press the ground button and she moves back, leaning against the wall, our hands disconnecting. Not liking the separation, I take my position in front of her while those plump lips spread into a sweet, wide smile. “You gave me a choice.”
Not what I’m expecting, and I frown. “Of course, I did. You wouldn’t have gotten far—want you too much—but I’d gain your trust and then all of you.”
“Good answer,” she says before fisting my shirt’s collar and pulling my lips down to hers.
She ruined me since the first contact. With the tease of her desperation to feel me.
Her fate is now intertwined with mine.
There’s no bloody going back.
8
It’s impulsive, and crazy, and God knows I’m being irresponsible, but I had to. He gave me the one thing that no one ever does: a choice. The human right to pick and accept versus being given an ultimatum with the venom lacing of a threat.
I’m in charge of my time.
Of what I do.
“Fuck.” It’s a rumbled groan that rises from deep within his chest and vibrates against my mouth in the most erotic way. It’s sinful, feels so good, and I can’t stop myself from flicking his top lip and then bottom with the tip of my tongue.
