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I waited for her to continue, and when she didn’t, I raised a brow. “Care to elaborate?”
She shook her head, that heavy curtain of dark hair swishing around her shoulders and arms.
“If I do, you’ll stop looking at me the way you do every time I surprise you. I’m not willing to give that up just yet.”
Her admissionsurprised me. “How do I look at you?” I asked quietly, gripped by a sudden desperation. It seemed as though everything hinged on the answer to this question.
Before she could respond, however, her chattering teeth filled the silence between us. Unable to stop myself, I removed my button up, stripping down to the thin white cotton tee beneath, and goosebumps rose on my arms. Even if this woman drove me out-of-my-mind insane, I was still a gentleman—or I liked to consider myself one—and I’d rather I freeze than she did.
“What are you doing?”
“You’re frozen,” I said as I draped my shirt around her shoulders, gripping it by the placket and tugging her toward me. I snaked my arms inside and around her waist, pulling her flush against me, warming her with my body heat.
“And you’re gonna be the one to warm me up? Haven’t we tried this before?”
“I was an asshole that night,” I said quietly. “And every time after when I doubted your intelligence and ability to run this company.”
She inhaled sharply, her chest rising and falling. With her tits brushing against my chest like that, I was having real difficulty remembering why I wasn’t allowed to fuck her. I would give my left nut to see what they looked like bare and in my mouth, or bouncing as I fucked her.
What could I say? I wasn’t superhuman, and this girl was proving to be my own personal brand of kryptonite.
She tipped her head back, offering me that mouth I’d been dying to taste again every day for the last five years. “I should go. I’ve got meetings this afternoon.”
When she tried to pull away, I only held tighter. “Answer my question.”
“What question?”
“How do I look at you when you surprise me?”
For a long moment, she stared at me, chewing on her bottom lip. I wanted to suck it into my mouth, to replace her teeth with mine, to make her moan my name.
“Like I’m someone you could be proud of,” she said, so softly I barely heard her over the hum of the HVAC system controlling the temperature down here.
In that moment, that tiny seedling of excitement and promise that had rooted in my chest five years ago sparked once again, and I suddenly wanted nothing more than to claim Amara as mine.
“Iwantto be proud of you,” I said. “I want so many things from you, and I’m sorry it’s taken me so long to come around to the idea.”
“I need you to trust me, Cal,” she said. “That’s all I’m asking for: some faith in me.”
“I can do that,” I said and crashed my mouth to hers.
Fucking hell, she was as sweet as I remembered. Her lips were soft and plush and so damn responsive. We molded together, every one of her soft curves aligning perfectly with my hard angles. Her palms swept across my chest, over my shoulders, nails scraping against my back through my shirt. Suddenly, I wanted nothing between us, to feel the sting of those wicked red points against my bare flesh.
With a tug on my bottom lip with her teeth, I opened for her. The first swipe of her tongue against mine had me groaning into her mouth and shifting impossibly closer. There was no hiding my cock and how hard it was for her when it pressed into her stomach.
“Cal…” she breathed, and a cheap little thrill zipped down my spine. Fuck, I shouldn’t love the way she said my name so much.
Especially not since it was the first time since the night we’d met that she’d called meCal, and not Calvin or Ryder.
Fuck, but I loved it. I’d love it even more if she was screaming it.
“Yeah, Princess?” I asked, the nickname coming out much softer than I’d ever spoken it before. Pulling my mouth from hers, I trailed kisses over her cheek, jaw, throat, pausing at her pulse and deeply inhaling the scent of her perfume. I could get high on that alone. The warm blend of it mixed with the clean scent of her body wash or shampoo or…somethingdrove me wild.
“We can’t. Not here.”
“You worried we’ll be caught?”
“Among other things.”
