Callan caught both my wrists with one hand and lifted my arms to pin them above my head, his amber gaze trapping mine as a smirk twisted his lips.
“I don’t think so, brat. You don’t call the shots around here.” His teeth caught my bottom lip, pulling it out as he dragged the edges along the skin. My eyes rolled back as his hips ground between my thighs, his teeth releasing my lip. “I do.”
“You’re such an asshole,” I complained, “even in this.”
His free hand crept between my legs, fingers toying with the slickness, my mouth falling open as he held my gaze and brought my taste to his lips. Licking his fingers clean, he gave me the smuggest grin.
“You can say that all you want. But your body disagrees.”
He wasn’t wrong, my body was a traitor, a frustrated growl rolling over my lips that he caught with his mouth, his tongue sweeping in to steal the sound and make it his own.
Callan pulled away, his fingers catching my chin to drag my face down to him. Whispering against my mouth, his eyes held mine.
“Do you think this changes anything? That I’ll love you in the morning?”
No, I didn’t think that, but I hoped. Not love. Never that. But something.
Tsking, he kissed the corner of my mouth, my head turning until his lips were against my ear, his hot breath cascading across my skin.
“Maybe, I’ll be a little nicer. But not much.”
Barely able to breathe, I fought to answer. “How chivalrous of you.”
His chest rumbled against mine with deep laughter.
“Ahhh, brat. You’re going to drive me insane.”
My head fell against the wall, his mouth kissing a hot path down my neck before his teeth caught my collarbone.
“Is that my new nickname?”
Licking away the sting, he answered, “It’s always been what I called you. Just never to your face. Wouldn’t want you to go crying to daddy.”
Any response I may have had was lost when his hand moved between my legs while the other kept me bound. I was completely naked, exposed, open to him in every way imaginable, and he hadn’t given one inch to meet me in that place.
His body was still hidden, his skin unexplored by my hands. Everything about him denied to me except what he wanted to take and what he wanted give.
Not that what he was giving was anything to scoff at. Not the way his mouth seduced mine, the way his tongue licked and explored, the way his hips pressed forward to let me feel just how hard he was.
I melted against the wall, my eyes opening to watch us in the mirror, my heart skipping to see the way his ass moved when he rolled against me, to see the flex of his arms, to watch every muscle in his body ripple with how I was affecting him.
Doubt crept into my thoughts when I realized what I was doing. But my body still warmed to him, my muscles soft and pliable while his were hard and unforgiving. I knew this was a mistake I would regret in the morning, but there was no stopping what we’d started.
“This isn’t working,” he said, more to himself than me, but when I opened my mouth to complain, he freed my arms to slap both hands on my ass, his voice a low grumble as he ordered, “hold on to me.”
Hands falling to his shoulders, I dug my nails into his shirt, a squeak climbing up my throat as he tugged me from the wall to walk me into his bedroom.
My body fell to the mattress, his eyes sweeping a slow trail down my naked flesh, fire behind the amber color, glowing gold with lustful desire.
“I think I lied,” he said, a smirk tugging at his lips just before he reached behind his head to tug off his shirt and drop it the floor.
If ever there were a moment where I thought I might die, it was then. Barely able to think past the picture of brutal masculinity now bared to my eyes, I shook my head to clear away the want just so I could speak.
“About?”
My eyes dragged down the perfect V leading to his pants, my teeth catching my bottom lip as his hand moved to unbutton his jeans.
Yes, yes, yes...please. Just take them off.
His voice dragged my gaze back to his face, heat flooding my skin when he smiled knowingly. I couldn’t hide what the sight