Page 91 of Stolen Voices

A pink blush spreads across Callie’s cheeks as her eyes dip to my chest like they did when she was in the shower. I fight the urge to flex as I slip off my jeans and kick them aside.

The gulp of air she swallows down is loud in the quiet room as she looks up at me with wide eyes. “You’re going to sleep like that?” She points at my nearly naked body, eyes on my lowers abs.

Go on. Get your fill, baby.

I’ve always known Callie finds me attractive. It used to turn me into a raging asshole because it was a reminder of all the ways I couldn’t have her.

Now?

I fucking love the way she’s looking at me. Wanton. Aroused. Compliant. I want to pound on my chest like the king of the jungle.

“You’re wearing my pajamas, Callie. What else am I supposed to wear?” The lie slips easily off my tongue as I smirk down at her.

She glances at the shirt and pants I gave her. The pink tint in her cheeks deepens as her tongue swipes across her bottom lip, making it glisten. My cock thickens as I fend off the desire to kiss her luscious mouth and taste her.

Since we met, all of our interactions have been professional. I know my less-than-professional behavior these last few hours is confusing the hell out of her, butshe needs to get used to it. Everything is about change and get a lot more unprofessional between us. And soon.

“Scooch over.” Not wanting her to see the growing erection in my boxer briefs, I click off the light and quickly slide under the covers beside her.

Our arms brush as I lie beside her rigid body. I can practically hear her thoughts as she freaks out beside me in the pitch-black room.

“Stop thinking so hard.” The less she thinks about this new situation, the better.

“Sorry,” she whispers into the dark.

“Why are you whispering?” I murmur back.Okay, why the fuck am I whispering now?

Her shoulder shrugs, brushing mine in the process. as she whispers again, “I don’t know.”

With a chuckle, I roll to my side and face her. My eyes adjust to the dark, allowing me to make out her blonde hair on the pillow. “Can you roll onto your side and face the wall?”

“I think so.” She rolls and brings us chest to back.

Callie’s body is stiff at first and I worry I moved her too soon. “Does it hurt, or do you feel comfortable?”

She relaxes and wiggles, testing the position. “I’m okay.”

“Good.” Throwing my arm over her waist, I inch forward, snake my body around her curves, and spoon her.

Callie’s body locks up again, but she settles after a few breaths and melts into my arms.

Her body fits perfectly against mine. I breathe her in and pull her a fraction closer as I move my hips back, doing my damnedest to keep my dick away from her perfect peach-shaped ass.

Callie’s breathing evens out, but just when I think she’s asleep, she breaks the silence. “Eli?”

“Callie?”

“You checked out my ass.”

I sure as fuck did. Ass, tits, pussy… I saw it all.

A grin splits my face as I bury my nose in her hair, breathing her in deep. I was wondering if she noticed the slip when I showed her the bruising on her back.

“I did,” I concede. There’s no point in denying it. As soon as she’s healed, I plan on getting really acquainted with that delicious ass of hers.

“That’s not very gentlemanly.”

“It was not.”