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“Shall I take you home?” Cal asked quietly.

I nodded, groaning as I realized the decisions I had to make.

It isn’t going be easy.

“Is anyone in?” I asked Cal in a small voice.

“No, you are my dirty little secret,” he grinned, biting his lip again.

I dragged him towards me, kissing him again. This time he pushed me against the wall, lifting my legs around his waist which was no easy feat.

“God, Ineedyou. You’re driving me crazy,” he groaned, burying his face in my neck.

“Cal,” I moaned into his neck, “I have to go...”

He stepped away from me, dropping me to my feet gently.

“Tell me, Gretchen,” he asked, “How badly do you want this?”

I drank him in and kissed his chest, then his neck, before our mouths smashed against each other again. We broke apart, his fingers tracing my jaw as his eyes searched mine.

“So much,” I whispered.

“You’remine,” he muttered suddenly, as my heart rate sped up. His hand ran through my hair, tugging it slightly as he nibbled on my lip softly.

I arched myself against him, feeling his hardness against me. Instead of feeling anxious like I did with Luke, I realized something else.

I wanted him.

My hand trailed down, but before I could reach for him, his hand clamped on mine, forcing it against the door.

“You’re stopping me?” I panted as he stared at me, as though he was wrestling with his emotions.

His jaw clenched as he closed his eyes. “Not like this,” he whispered.

I wanted him so much, and he was saying no? What was his deal?

I stood, smoothing my clothes down.

“Shall we go then?” I said coolly, as he raised his eyebrows. I moved to open the door when he pushed his hand on it, stopping me from leaving. My heart pounded in my chest as he brought his face close to mine.

“What’s wrong?” He said softly, searching my eyes with his own green wonders. “Are you angry that I won’t fuck you now, up against this door?” he trailed his fingers down my arm. “You have enough to think about without me adding even more.”

Wow.

He was doing this forme.

He was right; I did have enough to think about, but then all I could imagine was him fucking me against the door. My insides were like jelly as he reached behind me and pulled the door open.

We made our way downstairs, my legs still shaking from our intimate doorway encounter.

A sharp knock on the door made me jump, my eyes widening in fear.

Cal frowned and looked at me. “Who thefuck...” He opened the door and in walked Drake, his brother.

“Morning. I forgot my keys. Been a heavy night,” he explained, as he looked at me in surprise. “Hey, aren’t you Luke’s girlfriend?” He sat on the kitchen worktop, drinking orange juice from the bottle.

What was it with the men in this family?