She was so panicked, so desperate to get the conversation on track though she didn’t know what that track was yet. She hoped to do some serious back pedaling even if she couldn’t imagine how she’d manage that considering she was na**d in his arms and she’d just begged him to f**k her, she answered immediately, “Well, there was no gold chain and no sex and –”
His brows shot up and he interrupted her again with, “No sex?”
“No, we just talk for a while and get started with, um… things and then I always wake up,” she replied hurriedly. “Listen –”
He broke in. “Things?”
“You know, start ha**ng s*x and then I wake up,” she told him then went on, “Callum, I’d like to talk –”
But he wasn’t listening, he was chuckling then he tucked her face into his neck again and tightened his arms.
“What’s funny?” she asked his neck.
“Poor baby,” he murmured, his tone low but playful. “Twenty years I’ve been teasing you.” He rolled into her, his head came up to look at her, his hands started to glide along her skin and his voice was husky when he finished, “I’ve got a lot to make up for.”
“Callum –”
She stopped speaking when he grinned again and it was so wicked, so satisfied, so unbelievably arrogant and knowing, she could do nothing but stare.
“You called me ‘wolf’,” he stated.
Her body went tight.
Callum kept talking or, more accurately, teasing, “Nice to know I can cut through one of your grudges with a few kisses.”
At his words, she forgot everything instantly and snapped, “It was more than a few kisses and, anyway, I was not myself.”
“If that wasn’t you, honey, then I’ll do everything I have to do to keep the Sonia I just f**ked. The Sonia who came for me so hard I thought her shrieks were going to blow out the f**king windows.”
She’d been wrong two days ago.
He wasn’t a big, bossy jerk.
He was an arrogant bastard.
She tried to push away, shoving at his shoulders, saying, “Of all the arrogant –”
She was writhing beneath him when he cut her off, burying his face in her neck, “That’s it, baby doll, fight me. This should be fun.”
She growled low in her throat.
He chuckled low in his.
She bucked and pushed away.
He caught her h*ps and hauled her under him, rolling his own h*ps until she was forced to spread her legs.
She stilled, her eyes locked on his and she cried, “Get off me!”
“No, honey,” he grinned at her, all haughty, arrogant king, “I’m going to get in you.”
She gave his shoulders a mighty heave and his cell rang on the nightstand.
Both their heads twisted to it and both their eyes narrowed on it but for entirely different reasons.
“Fucking hell,” he muttered, reaching a long arm out to nab it.
“Get off me,” she demanded again as he looked at its display.