Easy Melody(6)

She’s not pushing me away, so I take that as a good sign.

“You’re a beautiful woman, Calliope.”

“How did you know my name?” she whispers, those ice blue eyes pinned to my mouth.

“Adam,” I reply.

“He’ll pay for that. I hate that name.”

“I like it.” I lean in closer and drag my nose down her cheek, breathing her in. God, she’s more potent than the tequila. “It’s pretty and unusual, just like you.”

“Is that a compliment?”

I grin. “Yes, ma’am.”

Her hands travel up my sides, over my shirt, and fist over my ribs, gathering the cotton tightly as my left hand glides down her side to her ass.

“I like your height too, you know,” I murmur. “When you’re in heels like this, I don’t have to practically bend in half to reach you.”

“Happy to oblige,” she whispers. She’s still gripping onto me, but she’s not leaning in to me, as if she’s waiting to see where I take this.

And if we weren’t in the middle of the street, I’d f*ck her brainless. Right here.

But instead, I let my lips drag up her neck and then hover over mouth, barely touching her. “If you’re going to push me away, do it now.”

She doesn’t push me away. Instead, she pulls me in, and our mouths take over, nibbling, exploring, enjoying.

I could kiss her all damn night.

And I will.

But not tonight.

Before I boost her up and bury myself inside her for all of God and the whole French Quarter to see, I pull back just a bit and turn the kiss from hot to sweet. She purrs.

She mother-f*cking purrs.

And then, she lets go of my shirt, drags her hands down my sides, and with a cocky smile on those full red lips, she grabs my ass, her nails digging in just enough to bite, and tugs on my lower lip with her teeth.

Without moving away, I leave my lips on hers and say, “Monday.”

Then I pull back and stand on the sidewalk as I watch her lower herself into her car, cool as a damn cucumber, and drive away.

Jesus, she’s going to be fun in bed.





Chapter Two



Callie

“Up or down?” I ask Adam as I rush out of my bedroom to where he’s cooking something that smells just nasty in the kitchen.

Adam never could cook worth a damn.

“What you do with your pants is none of my business,” he replies, not looking at me at all.

“You’re a riot. My hair, Adam. Up or down?”

“I don’t care.”

“Look at me!” I’m still in my cami and yoga shorts and Declan is going to be here in fifteen minutes. Adam turns from the stove, his eyebrows raised. His light brown hair is a mess, he’s shirtless and barefoot, wearing only old ripped jeans. I tug my hair up into a messy knot, then let it fall around my shoulders. “Up or down?”

“Umm, down?”

“Okay, good. I don’t have time to pin it anyway.” I turn and run back to my bedroom and stare at the six outfits I have spread over my bed. “Do you think it’s gonna be a casual dinner?” I yell out at Adam.

“How in the hell should I know? I’m not dating Declan.”

“But he’s your friend,” I yell back. I suppose I could go middle of the road with a pair of black capris and a blue peasant blouse. I pull them on, then walk out to the kitchen. “Does this shirt show too much cleavage?”

“Cal, we really need to find you some girlfriends. I’m not qualified to answer these questions.”

I spin and head back for the bedroom after throwing Adam the bird and quickly change out of the blouse and into a red, sleeveless button down, then return to the kitchen.

“Better?”

“Callie, they’re both fine.”

“I don’t want fine,” I reply with a scowl. “I want sexy.”

“I’m really the wrong person to ask. You’re practically my sister. I don’t want to have sex with you.”

“I’m relieved to hear it,” I quip and turn a circle, showing off the open back. “I can’t wear a bra with this one.”

“Jesus, Callie,” he says, a pained look on his face. “It’s the first date. At least start it out with most of your clothes on.”

I cock a brow. “Are you preaching to me about keeping my clothes on, Mr. I Walk Around The Apartment Mostly Naked?”

“I’m not on a date.”

“You don’t date.”

“Exactly.”

“I don’t even know what we’re talking about anymore!” I groan and stomp back to my bedroom, changing into a baby blue cami with a pretty chiffon see-through blouse over the top and return to the kitchen. “This is pretty and not slutty.”

“I didn’t say you were slutty before,” he replies, but stops chopping and looks me up and down. “That works.”

“Okay.” I smile, dance a little jig, and run back to my room for my black heels and handbag, then return to the kitchen to put on my jewelry.

“You’re excited about tonight,” Adam says casually while completely destroying an innocent stalk of celery. “What changed your mind about Declan?”