Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 57355 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 287(@200wpm)___ 229(@250wpm)___ 191(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57355 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 287(@200wpm)___ 229(@250wpm)___ 191(@300wpm)
And that was before I remembered exactly what had happened on my kitchen table.
Callaway chose that moment to walk in and caught me staring at the small table that sat just under the window that dominated the living room. He gave me a wry smile and walked over to it, setting down his laptop.
He sat down and looked at me.
“Sit down, Molly.” He lifted an eyebrow. “I’m not going to bite.”
I sat down next to him and watched as he logged into his Wi-Fi. I stifled a giggle, though it was hard to resist teasing him.
“Your Wi-Fi name is . . . Mee-maw?”
He looked mildly embarrassed, which made my heart melt.
“That’s what I used to call Bonnie. When I first went to live with her.”
I felt questions tumble to my lips, wanting to explode. What had happened to his parents? How old had he been? Had he been scared?
But I didn’t say anything. My hands slid under my thighs in a familiar gesture. I always sat on my fingertips when I was unsure of myself, which was a pretty frequent occurrence. Especially around someone so confident and appealing.
“I thought you called her ‘Nana’,” I mumbled instead.
“Oh, yeah. I used both back then but ‘Nana’ stuck, I guess.”
He slid the laptop over to me and sat back.
“Have at it.”
“Thanks.”
I leaned forward, and he immediately moved his chair closer, his hand sliding under the jacket to stroke my back. I almost purred in pleasure. His big hand was so warm. The apartment was losing the chill with the warm air coming through the window, but Callaway’s heat was different.
Deeper.
Better.
It seemed to penetrate my skin, heating the bones and muscles beneath. I felt like a cat, leaning into someone’s hand. His touch was so reassuring I nearly cried.
“What are we looking for?”
“I need to make sure his benefits are still up to date. And I want to apply for more aid.” I stared at the screen. “This is great. I can do all of this online instead of mailing in forms.”
“Cool.”
He sat there in complete silence while I updated my contact info and checked on the status of Tommy’s benefits. No pressure. No distractions. Only his calm presence and patience as I did what I had to do. It took almost an hour, but he didn’t make a peep other than to offer me a glass of water.
Finally, I sat back, rubbing the bridge between my eyes.
“Headache?”
“No, I just . . . I think I need glasses. I had a pair but I lost them. It’s not a big deal.”
“Hell yes, it is.” He grinned at me. “I think you’d look cute in glasses.”
I laughed, shaking my head. He even made glasses sound like a come-on. Did this guy have any turn-offs?
I asked him and his smile faded.
“Not when it comes to you.”
“Callaway.”
He leaned in. I could have pulled away but I didn’t.
His lips were so soft as they pressed into mine. Warm. Firm. The kiss was tender at first, but it quickly became demanding. His mouth opened, and my lips did the same. His tongue danced into my mouth, and I mimicked his moves, making him growl his approval.
“Couch.”
Before I could even react, he’d lifted me off my feet so I was pressed against his body. I gasped at the feeling of his hardness. I could feel his blazing-hot cock through his jeans and my clothes. It triggered something deep inside me, and I whimpered, not recognizing the feminine sound of my own voice.
Then I was horizontal. Callaway loomed above me for a split second before he came crashing down on me. We moaned in unison as the full length of our bodies made contact. My thighs opened without conscious thought, and he was wedging his narrow hips between them.
“Molly . . .”
His lips found the sensitive spots on my throat. He kissed and licked and tickled me as his hands wandered up and down my body at will. He pulled my earlobe into his hot mouth and tongued it. He was revving me up. I wondered if he knew how far. I was nearly out of my mind by the time he undid the buttons of my shirt and spread it wide.
“Hmm . . . I want you so badly.”
I took a deep breath.
“I want . . . you too.”
His eyes were hooded and somehow penetrating. It was like he was looking straight through me. But I could see he was struggling with his control.
“But you’re not sure how much.”
“No. That’s not it.”
“Okay, not how much.” He kissed me. “But how far.”
I nodded, nearly forgetting what we were talking about.
“Tell me, Molls.”
“Well, maybe a little bit farther . . .”
“But not far enough to go into my bedroom.”
“Right. I mean, if that’s okay.”
“Fuck, Molly. I’m not going to turn down having you in my arms.”