“Callum,” she mumbled.
His lips still at her ear, he whispered low, “Right now, I want to carry you upstairs, take those f**king clothes off your sweet little body and f**k you on your hands and knees like last night.” Her heart stuttered to a halt, her body took over her brain completely, her legs shifted unconsciously as the pulse between them quickened and he flicked her ear with his nose before he finished, still whispering, “Just like last night.”
She turned her head slightly and tilted it down so her cheek was pressed to the now far thicker whiskers of his and her lips were at the hinge of his strong jaw before she breathed, “Callum.”
“Unfortunately, my little one, it’ll have to wait for later,” he told her and she found she was breathing heavily, her chest rising and falling with it.
“Okay,” she mumbled and, though she wanted it to sound noncommittal, even to her own ears it sounded disappointed.
She heard his arrogant, satisfied chuckle in her ear before he gave her another squeeze with his arms and lifted his head away.
His spell broken, Sonia realized there were other people in the room. Her face flushed with renewed embarrassment hoping that they didn’t overhear Callum’s whispers and her body tensed.
Callum felt it. He had to feel it and that must have been why he quickly changed the subject and asked her, “What are you doing today?”
His question surprised her.
She didn’t know. She didn’t know there would be a choice.
Before he lost his generous mood, she blurted, “I’d like to go to my store.”
“Perfect,” he grinned, the gold retreating, the blue taking over his irises and her mouth dropped open at his response and his grin. “Regan’s been dying to go to your store. She’s on her way here now. You can take her with you.”
Sonia liked the idea of showing Regan her store. She was proud of Clear. It was, in the only way she’d ever get, like showing her Momma her store because Regan had known her Momma for ages and they’d been close friends.
“I’d like that,” she said softly and Callum’s eyes also went soft, this time not in a sexy way, in a tender way.
“She’s also going to take you to the grocery store,” Caleb announced from across the table and Sonia’s head swung to face him. “You don’t have any beer in your house.”
Sonia glanced at the clock she could see over her sink in the kitchen and back at Caleb.
“It’s 10:30 in the morning,” she informed him.
“Your point?” Caleb shot back hilariously before he grinned.
Sonia grinned back.
“Queen Sonia, this is Magnum, he’s Sergeant of Callum’s Royal Guard,” Saint introduced the man sitting at the table that Sonia didn’t know. Though she had briefly met him, though didn’t remember his name, in the round robin introductions yesterday after they’d dealt with Desdemona.
“Magnum,” she smiled at him.
“Queen Sonia,” he replied.
She threw her hand out and said to Magnum, “Considering all this queen stuff is new and I don’t want to get a big head, you know, being suddenly royal and all, it’s probably best to lose the ‘queen’ part and just call me Sonia.” Her eyes glided to Saint to include him in her statement.
She felt Callum’s body relax under hers and hadn’t noticed it was tense. He leaned forward and grabbed his coffee mug from the table, taking her with him and bringing her attention to him. As he leaned back, his neck twisted, he looked at her and he winked.
King Callum winked at her.
Holy cow.
Her body went statue-still.
He took a sip of coffee, replaced the mug, sat back and his hand at her hip gave her a squeeze before he called, “Baby doll?”
“What?” she whispered, still frozen, mind blank, reacting to the wink and the fact that that one wink took the cotton out of the thimble and filled it with cement.
“You okay?” Callum asked.