“I’m watching the candlelight’s reflection as it dances on your face,” Callum finally found his tongue.
Great. Was he making fun of me? “Lovely,” I muttered as dryly as possible.
“It is. It highlights your face superbly…” Our gazes locked and I felt the air leave my body when he finished his sentence. “I’m mesmerized by its beauty.”
Gah… how the heck was I supposed to swallow this lamb chop in my mouth without choking? He was making me beyond aware.
I was so aware that I could feel the heat of his gaze stroking my face. It was diffusing my brain. It was uncontrollably liquefying my vagina. I was thrilled and petrified when he looked at me with that predatory gleam in his eyes.
“More champagne?” he broke my running thoughts.
I could only nod.
Callum’s eyes danced as he took note of my reaction to him. The smug bastard even smirked when he refilled my flute.
Damn him. He knew the effect he had on me and he was using that to drive me insane. Couldn’t he have waited until after the meal? It was hard enough to concentrate on anything, let alone focus on getting through course after course with a sex-god of a man across the table, undressing you before his very eyes.
“Hungry for some more… or dessert, darling?” Callum went on, hidden meaning and all.
He sure was having a ball. Well, I suppose I could enjoy this meal the way he did as well.
“I’m always hungry for anything sweet and creamy, Callum,” I responded provocatively.
His eyes darkened as they dropped towards my br**sts, probably noticing the outline of my constrained peaks. I was a jittery mess while Callum looked completely menacing.
When servers came to gather our dishes, not once did he lift his eyes off me.
When one of the waiters came back to ask what we wanted for dessert, Callum interrupted him mid-sentence.
“Anything sweet and creamy should do. Right, darling?” Callum’s gaze was unwavering.
The waiter opened his mouth then closed it again while I blushed from the root of my hair to my toes. “Right away, sir.” Thank goodness the waiter was able to compose himself.
I was beyond mortified.
Those formidable darkened orbs didn’t leave me when he decided to stand up and circled the table to stand before me, offering his hand. “I believe you still owe me a dance.”
That made me grin. Rejecting him for Hugh was still unforgotten. “Lead me away,” I said as I accepted his hand.
He led us close to the fish tank, holding me in a tight embrace. My body swayed with his, but I couldn’t hear the music because my heartbeat was becoming so erratic, it reverberated loudly in my ears.
“Do you know how you affect me with your teasing?” He placed his leg in between mine, pressing it against my heat so I could feel his erection. “I can’t get enough of you, Stella,” Callum declared before capturing my lips, kissing me senseless.
Mother hell, he was becoming too much. Small doses were good. Large doses were somewhat manageable, but this, this was frightening. I loved the man but if he kept going like this, I might end up thinking that he was reciprocating my feelings. I couldn’t have that. Caring for me was what I wanted and aimed for, but his heart belonged to Zara, simple as that.
~S~
“Where are you going?” Callum tugged me back against his chest when I tried to break out of his embrace. It was barely seven in the morning and I needed to get ready for work.
“Work.” I yawned, melting against his body. He was so warm and I felt so little when he wrapped his large frame around my body.
“But it’s Sunday.” He kissed the back of my neck, one hand cupping my breast, the other making slow circles around my stomach. “Take the day off and spend it with me.”
It was tempting, but… but what? My mind countered. Let go and enjoy this time with Callum. You might never have the chance again. The damning thoughts continued to flow out of nowhere.
“Um, let me think about it.” I contemplated some more.
Callum was making out with my ears and it was distracting, not to mention that he lazily kept poking about, seeking for entrance—with one or the other—wasn’t helping me at all.
“Come on… besides, we have to meet friends for lunch.”
I shifted my position so I could face him. “I didn’t know we had a lunch date.”
“I forgot to mention it, but we are. We’re meeting Dimitris and his Lindsey for lunch.” He caressed the bottom of my lip as he said these words. “I’m still waiting on my good morning kiss, Stella.”
“So is Dimitris Kosta really that good looking in real life?” I wondered out loud. I’d read stories about him. I’m not going to lie, but I’m a tad more excited about meeting him in person than going to eat lunch.
“You’re a fan of his?” He studied me intently.
“I saw his last movie with Luciana.”
“And? You got hot and bothered?”
Shit. “Maybe, yeah.” I licked my lips. “Okay, I was turned on. The man signifies the word sex. Pair that with a man like Bass Cole and it was a feast for us women. It’s like Magic Mike without all the dancing.”
“You watch films like Magic Mike?” Callum’s reaction was laughable. “Goodness, woman, what have I gotten myself into?”
I snorted as I tried to get away from him, but he was too fast and captured me again, rolling me onto my back as he hovered above me. “I don’t think I like you fantasizing about other men. I want to be the only man to dominate your mind.” His face never left mine as he entered me with one rough thrust, making me gasp loudly at his harsh invasion. “Your body.”
A pleasured cry came from my lips as he crucially plowed me senseless. “Do you like it when I f**k you like this, my love?” He was intense. Too intense as he questioned me without giving me any room nor air to reply to him. He was so massive that each stroke made me come and convulse. He knew how to stroke my body well, owning my body as he’d promised.
“Look at me, Stella.” His voice was gentle, a total contrast to the way he was handling my body.
One thing I had learned about him, when he was serious, he’d never leave your face. He’d memorize each movement the person took so he could analyze it, break it down as he intimidated the person, slowly cutting down their barriers without the effort of speech.
“Callum.” I leveled with his gaze.
“Who are you thinking about now?” he pestered on, watching me moan and gasp from his thrusting.