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hair. He brushed her nipple again.
And then he took hold of her arms and pushed her back. “Time for bed.”
She smiled and nodded. “Yes, it is.” Getting up, she went to the connecting door and held it open. His pupils snapped from wide to pinpoints, but he got up, smoothed his jeans and headed into his room. Eva shut the door and leaned against it.
It had cost her everything to make him leave—but she wanted him begging for her. No…she wanted him crawling to her. Yes, that would do nicely. She wasn’t done making Callum Woods suffer. Meantime, she was wet and aching. She unzipped her jeans and put a hand down into her underwear. Thinking about Callum’s kiss—about his mouth on hers, about his hand on her breast—she started to rub the hard nub between her legs. That was one thing about going to an all girl’s school—you learned how to pleasure yourself, you learned what every girl and woman wanted from a hand between the legs or a mouth on your clit.
Closing her eyes, Eva thought of Callum kneeling before her, begging, crawling to her. She rubbed harder, pushed two fingers in and smiled as the warmth spread through her. And she hoped Callum would be dreaming of her tonight.
***
Callum stripped, took a cold shower, and fell into bed. But he was still hard and he had Eva’s perfume in his nose. She kissed like a siren—and that’s what she was, one of those temptresses from Greek legend. She could lure a man to his doom. He kept telling himself that. She’s Antonio’s kid sister. She’s a woman who can kill you with a kiss. She’s a kid—but that idea was dead and would not come back to keep him comfort. He could still taste her on his lips. He’d wanted to unzip her jeans and pulled them from her long legs. He’d wanted to see her naked—without even one of those skimpy bikinis she liked.
He palmed a hand over himself and pulled hard. He needed something to get his mind off Eva, but he kept going back to how soft her skin was, how her nipples had hardened from just a graze of his thumb. He jerked off thinking about her, wanting it to be her he was plunging into and not his fist. It helped, but not much. He drifted off thinking about Eva—about how he shouldn’t kiss her again like that, and wondering if she’d go for a fantasy of naughty schoolgirl and stern teacher.
The phone rang way too early with a wake-up call. He listened to the voice inviting him to have a wonderful day and groaned. He had breakfast. And Eva was going to go with him—she’d been the one to agree with his mom about that very bad idea.
He grabbed the robe the hotel had provided, and knocked on the connecting door. She opened the door. She had on a robe that matched his. And it wasn’t belted that tight. His fingers itched with the urge to open it—to put his hands on her.
She smiled at him, leaned against the doorjamb and pushed a hand into her sleep-rumpled hair. “Morning.” His throat dried. Her voice sounded sexy and sleepy. He wondered what she’d look like after sex, with her skin warm and roughened from his beard. She smiled. “Aren’t you going to kiss me?”
Leaning down, he kissed the corner of her mouth. A nice, safe kiss. “Get dressed. We’ve got breakfast with my mom. Remember.”
Her eyes widened. “I’d forgotten.”
“Yeah, well she won’t have.” Turning, he headed for the bathroom. He showered, shaved and dressed in ten minutes. It took another fifteen for Eva to show up back in his room, dressed in a long-sleeved sweater, leggings and leather boots. She’d packed for the weather. He wished he had.
“Ready to go?”
“Yeah.” Callum swallowed as his body reacted to the scratchy huskiness in her voice. “My mother and the captain will be here soon. We should meet them in the lobby.”
Eva smiled. She chatted on the elevator ride down like nothing had happened between them last night. But she was the only thing that got him through breakfast.
They met in the lobby,
And then he took hold of her arms and pushed her back. “Time for bed.”
She smiled and nodded. “Yes, it is.” Getting up, she went to the connecting door and held it open. His pupils snapped from wide to pinpoints, but he got up, smoothed his jeans and headed into his room. Eva shut the door and leaned against it.
It had cost her everything to make him leave—but she wanted him begging for her. No…she wanted him crawling to her. Yes, that would do nicely. She wasn’t done making Callum Woods suffer. Meantime, she was wet and aching. She unzipped her jeans and put a hand down into her underwear. Thinking about Callum’s kiss—about his mouth on hers, about his hand on her breast—she started to rub the hard nub between her legs. That was one thing about going to an all girl’s school—you learned how to pleasure yourself, you learned what every girl and woman wanted from a hand between the legs or a mouth on your clit.
Closing her eyes, Eva thought of Callum kneeling before her, begging, crawling to her. She rubbed harder, pushed two fingers in and smiled as the warmth spread through her. And she hoped Callum would be dreaming of her tonight.
***
Callum stripped, took a cold shower, and fell into bed. But he was still hard and he had Eva’s perfume in his nose. She kissed like a siren—and that’s what she was, one of those temptresses from Greek legend. She could lure a man to his doom. He kept telling himself that. She’s Antonio’s kid sister. She’s a woman who can kill you with a kiss. She’s a kid—but that idea was dead and would not come back to keep him comfort. He could still taste her on his lips. He’d wanted to unzip her jeans and pulled them from her long legs. He’d wanted to see her naked—without even one of those skimpy bikinis she liked.
He palmed a hand over himself and pulled hard. He needed something to get his mind off Eva, but he kept going back to how soft her skin was, how her nipples had hardened from just a graze of his thumb. He jerked off thinking about her, wanting it to be her he was plunging into and not his fist. It helped, but not much. He drifted off thinking about Eva—about how he shouldn’t kiss her again like that, and wondering if she’d go for a fantasy of naughty schoolgirl and stern teacher.
The phone rang way too early with a wake-up call. He listened to the voice inviting him to have a wonderful day and groaned. He had breakfast. And Eva was going to go with him—she’d been the one to agree with his mom about that very bad idea.
He grabbed the robe the hotel had provided, and knocked on the connecting door. She opened the door. She had on a robe that matched his. And it wasn’t belted that tight. His fingers itched with the urge to open it—to put his hands on her.
She smiled at him, leaned against the doorjamb and pushed a hand into her sleep-rumpled hair. “Morning.” His throat dried. Her voice sounded sexy and sleepy. He wondered what she’d look like after sex, with her skin warm and roughened from his beard. She smiled. “Aren’t you going to kiss me?”
Leaning down, he kissed the corner of her mouth. A nice, safe kiss. “Get dressed. We’ve got breakfast with my mom. Remember.”
Her eyes widened. “I’d forgotten.”
“Yeah, well she won’t have.” Turning, he headed for the bathroom. He showered, shaved and dressed in ten minutes. It took another fifteen for Eva to show up back in his room, dressed in a long-sleeved sweater, leggings and leather boots. She’d packed for the weather. He wished he had.
“Ready to go?”
“Yeah.” Callum swallowed as his body reacted to the scratchy huskiness in her voice. “My mother and the captain will be here soon. We should meet them in the lobby.”
Eva smiled. She chatted on the elevator ride down like nothing had happened between them last night. But she was the only thing that got him through breakfast.
They met in the lobby,
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