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“Right.”
“I planned to leave before you got up, pick up my car, then call you later to see how you were feeling.”
“Right,” I repeated.
“And by later, I mean I planned to hang out in a coffeehouse or something until mid or late morning, then call to see if you felt good enough to meet for breakfast.”
I pulled my arm from his grasp. “Bullshit.”
“It’s the truth.”
“Goodbye, Spider.” This time when I walked away, he rushed around me and kept me from getting to my bedroom.
“Please, Calla.”
“Calla again, huh?”
“Dammit. I told myself I wouldn’t do this, but you’re giving me no choice.”
“Do what? Leave and never look back?”
Spider took the cup out of my hand.
“And take my coffee with you?”
He returned to the kitchen, took a drink, set the cup on the counter, and stalked back to where I leaned against the wall. “No. This.”
He put one hand around my waist, weaved his fingers in my hair with the other, then kissed me. He invaded my mouth with his tongue and pressed the full length of his body into mine. Exactly what I’d wanted him to do last night, but he hadn’t.
At first, he was passionate, wild, and full of frenzied desire, then he eased off, and his lips felt reverent, gentle, almost hesitant. Impassioned or tender, both filled me with an emotion I couldn’t name. With a cry in my throat, I kissed him harder, deeper, reclaiming the passion of a few seconds ago. I didn’t want soft and sweet. I didn’t want passivity. I wanted Spider to overwhelm me and leave me breathless with the need for more.
He gave me exactly what I’d hoped for. I could feel his hardness grow when he leaned in more, pressed himself against my abdomen, and moved his hand from my hair. He snaked it into my robe, pulled it open, and caught my aching nipple between his fingers, then he tore his lips from mine and lowered his head to take the other in his mouth.
“I’ve dreamed about doing this so many times,” he said, moving his mouth to where his fingers had been. “Stop me, Calla. Tell me we can’t do this. Tell me you don’t want this.”
My body was on fire, and I couldn’t speak, even when he moved his hand between my legs and forced them open.
“Stop me, dammit,” he said, parting my folds before thrusting one finger into my pussy while his thumb pressed against my clit. “Stop me or give me your pleasure, Calla,” he said when my back arched and I writhed on his hand. I cried out when spasms racked my body while I held onto him as orgasmic waves crashed through me.
He hugged me tight, whispering my name, kissing my cheek, my neck, my shoulder as I floated back to earth. When my heart stopped pounding and my breathing returned to normal, Spider took a step back, closed my robe, and tightened its sash.
“I’ll be back in an hour, sweetheart. Be ready to go out for breakfast so I can tell you what I intended to last night.”
He didn’t wait for me to respond before walking to the door, opening it, and leaving. I stayed where I was against the wall, but slid down it, landing on my bottom. I sat there, trying to conjure emotions I didn’t feel. I should be aghast at my own behavior. Regretful for orgasming by the hand of a man who wasn’t my husband. I should feel shame or even anger. I felt none of those things. In their place was anticipation. Of his return. Of breakfast. Of whatever he wanted to propose. Of more kisses. More of his hands and mouth on my body. Just more of him.
4
SPIDER
As much as I’d hoped that by the time I walked from Calla’s house to the island’s guardhouse, my erection would go away, it didn’t. Thankfully, it was still early enough in the morning that I didn’t encounter anyone out for a morning jog or getting the paper from their stoop, or even leaving in their car. I had to look exactly how I felt. Hungover, unbathed, walking about with little sleep, and sporting a not-so-little hard-on. It wouldn’t surprise me if someone suspected a vagabond had sneaked onto their island. When I got to the gate, I walked under it and over to the waiting car.
“Corbin?” the driver asked.
“Yep,” I answered, getting in the vehicle after confirming the make, model, and license plate matched what was on the app.
“You wanna go to Raspoutine?”
“That’s right.” I’d made arrangements last night for my keys to be put behind the bar and a note left for the cleaning crew, who Aleksei promised would arrive no later than five, letting them know I’d be coming by this morning to get them. Since there was no traffic, the ride from the island to the restaurant took a little over five minutes.
