Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 79438 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 397(@200wpm)___ 318(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79438 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 397(@200wpm)___ 318(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)
Tilting his head, the corner of his mouth lifts slightly. “Would you prefer I take the lead?”
“Please.” A relieved smile spreads over my face. “That would be great.”
Callan lifts his hands and settles them on my shoulders. He takes a step closer, and with his attention solely on me, he says, “I have one request.”
It feels like I’m being swallowed by the intensity coming from him, and I barely manage to whisper, “What?”
“You have to be honest with me at all times. If I do something you’re uncomfortable with, tell me.”
“Okay.”
Instead of stepping away from me, he moves his hands to the sides of my neck. My heart goes from calm to beating a mile a minute, and I can’t tear my eyes away from his.
With a serious expression on his handsome face, he says, “You’re incredible, Lillian.”
I feel the words in my soul. Once again, this man makes me feel special.
With his eyes locked on mine, he slowly lowers his head. My lips part as my breaths rush over them, anticipation tightening every nerve in my body.
Callan completely mesmerizes me, and as his mouth brushes against mine, it feels as if my world explodes with color.
He pulls back an inch, and his eyes stare deep into mine. The tension between us builds until it becomes unbearable.
God, what is this man doing to me?
My chest rises and falls with every breath, which explodes from me in a whimper when Callan’s body slams into mine. With his hands still on either side of my neck, he keeps me in place as he claims my mouth in a toe-curling kiss that makes me forget where we are.
My hands fly to his sides, and I grab hold of his waistcoat.
I smell the spice of his aftershave and feel the power in his body. Consumed by Callan, there’s not a thought in my mind.
There’s only him.
Tilting his head, his tongue brushes over my bottom lip, making tingles zap through me like bolts of lightning.
Oh, God.
One of his hands moves to the back of my head, and as his tongue enters my mouth, a groan rumbles from him.
I’m utterly overwhelmed as he continues kissing me as if he can’t get enough of the taste of me. His lips knead mine, his teeth tug at my bottom lip, and his tongue explores my mouth with a sense of urgency.
This is incredible.
Chapter 18
Callan
I didn’t plan on kissing Lillian so soon, but the moment I taste her, my control slips.
With every brush of my tongue against hers, the need for more grows.
I have no idea how long the kiss lasts, and by the time I lift my head, we’re both breathless.
I watch as Lillian opens her eyes, and seeing the desire in them has my cock growing harder.
Her lips are swollen, her cheeks flushed, and I almost kiss her again. Not wanting to push her too much tonight, I move my hand to her cheek and brush my thumb over her bottom lip.
The corner of my mouth lifts in a satisfied smile as I admit, “You’re testing my self-control.”
Giving me a playful look, she asks, “How am I doing that?”
I pull her into a tight hug as I groan, “By tasting so fucking good. You’re my new favorite flavor.”
She pulls back so her eyes can meet mine. “As long as I’m not just the flavor of the month.”
I shake my head. “I didn’t mean it that way.” Wanting to make sure she hears every word I’m about to say, I frame her face with my palms, forcing her to keep looking at me. “When I say I’m serious about dating you, I mean it. And I sure as fuck don’t play with people’s emotions.”
A beautiful smile spreads over her face, and her eyes sparkle in the moonlight. I feel her fingers grip my waistcoat tighter as she lifts herself on her tiptoes. She presses a tender kiss to my mouth before whispering, “In that case, you’re my new favorite flavor, too.”
My chest fills with warmth and possessiveness.
In my past relationships, my jealous and possessive nature always got in the way, but I get the feeling it won’t be the case this time.
At least, I hope it won’t.
“What are you thinking about?” Lillian asks.
Deciding to be honest, I admit, “I tend to get jealous easily, and I’m possessive. Is that something that will bother you?”
“You need to explain it a little more before I can give you an answer.”
Glancing around us, I see an empty bench nearby. I take hold of her hand, and pull her toward it, where we take a seat.
I rest my arm on the back of the bench before I say, “I’ll get upset if I find out you’ve been alone with another man.”
It doesn’t look like she’s bothered by what I just said. Instead, she asks, “Does family count?”