and looked into his eyes. “And what is it that you want?”
“You, all night long.” He kissed her then, a warm brushing of his mouth, less hurried, less frenzied than before. Callie returned the kiss, agreeing to his plan.
Tagg woke up before dawn, with Callie sprawled halfway over him. Her long dark hair rested in waves on his chest, her head tucked into his shoulder. The unique erotic mix of musk and flowers that he couldn’t name drove him slightly insane as he breathed in. His hand lay atop the curve of her bare bottom, his palm filled with soft smooth skin. He’d convinced Callie not to put on her nightie last night. He’d wanted her naked next to him through the night and now he thought about the wisdom in that. He would have gotten a better night’s sleep if he hadn’t insisted. He’d woken up hard and ready twenty minutes ago. He wasn’t going to wait much longer.
His erection pulsed and ached like a sex-starved teenager.
She moved on him, stirring a bit, her breasts crushing into his side.
He swore under his breath, wincing at the pain and wondering if he’d made a colossal mistake taking her to bed.
Sure as hell didn’t feel like a mistake. It felt pretty damn amazing.
But he couldn’t forget who Callie was. He couldn’t forget that she wasn’t a woman he could turn away after a night of wild sex. He’d done that to her once and had regretted it.
Callie stirred again and Tagg held his breath, waiting for her to awaken.
He wanted her. She was an indulgence he couldn’t afford, yet one he couldn’t seem to resist.
Her eyelids lifted and she looked at him with a sleep-hazy gaze, her hair in a tumble around her face, her lips parted.
Tagg claimed her mouth in a slow easy kiss. “Morning.” It wasn’t quite. The early light of dawn hadn’t stolen into the room yet.
“Morning.” Her soft breath blew over his chest. She stroked her fingers into the scattered hairs there. “Did you sleep well?”
He ran his hand up and down the smooth sleek skin of her thigh. She cooed from his touch and his erection stiffened. “I’ve been awake for a while. Waiting for you.”
Callie lifted her head to look at him. Her gaze drifted down past his waist. Her smile was sweet, her words a little sassy. “Not my fault. You asked me not to leave. Or put on my nightgown.”
Stay naked. Sleep with me, had been his exact words. “Wouldn’t have mattered.” He told her the truth. “Just having you under the same roof is enough.”
Callie nibbled on her lower lip and a mischievous gleam brightened her eyes. “What are we going to do about that?”
Tagg rolled her over and set her shoulders against the mattress. He rose above her, his erection pressing into her flat belly. “I have a plan.”
Hours later, sated and holding Callie close, Tagg woke to dim sunlight pouring through the curtains. It was nearing time to get up and go about the business of the day.
Tagg could stay in this bed with Callie all week and that realization nagged at him. She was a fantastic lover, the best sex he’d had in a long time, if not ever. That worried him. He didn’t have a plan for this. The truth was, he didn’t have anything to offer her. Not a relationship. Not a courtship. He was done with those things.
So done.
And she was Hawkins Sullivan’s daughter.
He wouldn’t forget that.
When Callie stirred, Tagg draped his hand over her shoulder and rubbed her arms up and down. He felt her fatigue as her body went limp. “That feels … good. I’m … so tired.”
He brushed a kiss to the top of her head. “Go back to sleep. We have a little time.”
“I’m not going to wake up to a note, am I?” She spoke quietly, holding on for his answer before she drifted off.
“I’m here, Callie. I’m not going anywhere.”
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