Born in Blood (The Sentinels #1)(43)

“You don’t seem particularly scared,” she accused.

He lost a heartbeat as she pressed against the thrust of his erection.

He was so hard the mere brush of her hot skin was nearly enough to send him over the edge.

“I have other things on my mind,” he muttered.

She wiggled against him, a small smile curving her lips. “Not just on your mind.”

His teeth clenched at her teasing. Oh ... hell. When did she become so bold?

“No, it’s kind of an all-over thing,” he managed to rasp, his fingers digging into the softness of her backside as he tried to leash his hunger, which was swiftly spiraling out of control. “So if you want me to stop, tell me now.”

Without warning, she pressed her hands to his chest, exploring his rigid muscles with a light, devastating touch.

“Is that what you want?”

“Hell no,” he groaned, brushing his mouth over her parted lips. “But you’re a temptation I can’t resist, and if you don’t say no then I’m going to take everything you’re willing to give.”

She nipped his bottom lip, her hands skimming downward. Duncan hissed, his stomach muscles clenching in anticipation.

Oh ... hell.

Did she even know her soft touch was setting him on fire?

“You’re many things, Duncan O’Conner, but weak isn’t one of them,” she murmured.

He squeezed his eyes shut, desperately wanting to roll her onto her back and unleash his most primal desires.

“I am when it comes to you, Callie Brown,” he admitted in thick tones.

He felt her lips plant butterfly kisses along the rough edge of his jaw before following the line of his throat.

“I’m glad.”

“That I find you irresistible?”

She licked the pulse that pounded at the base of his neck. “Yep.”

“You like me in your power?”

“Oh yeah. I want you begging for me.”

His c**k jerked, as if trying to prove to the tormenting female just how much he wanted her.

His hands slid up her back with an impatient caress. “Shit, Callie, you shouldn’t say that when we’re in bed.”

She chuckled, nibbling along the prominent line of his collarbone.

“Where would you prefer I say it?”

He buried his nose in her apple-scented hair, struggling to suck air into his lungs, which felt oddly tight.

“I’m hanging on by a thread here, sweetheart.”

“Let go, cop,” she whispered, wriggling downward to lick one flat nipple before softly blowing on it until it pebbled in arousal.

“Callie?” he gasped, his eyes wrenched open in shocked pleasure.

“Hmm?” She found his other nipple, giving soft licks as he shuddered in helpless response.

“What are you doing?” he croaked.

She tilted back her head to regard him with eyes that were far more rare and beautiful than any sapphires.

“I promised revenge, didn’t I?” she said, smiling with wicked intent as she returned to her slow, intimate exploration.

He nearly leapt off the mattress as she kissed a path down his stomach, at last taking the tender tip of his c**k into the silken heat of her mouth.

Oh ... hell yeah.

She could have all the revenge she wanted.

Chapter Thirteen

Morning had fully arrived by the time they at last crawled out of bed, and then spent another half hour in the shower.

Callie felt deliciously sated as she pulled on the terry cloth robe and dried her hair with a towel.

And something else.

Something thrilling and dangerous and completely unfamiliar.

Something she wasn’t ready to examine.

Sensing Duncan pull on his jeans and tee behind her, Callie wandered into the living room, not sure what etiquette covered the “morning after wild monkey sex” procedure.

Did she suggest they go to breakfast? They’d used a lot of energy—a massive amount of energy—and Duncan had to be starving. But what if he didn’t want to spend more time with her? Would he feel obligated?

Maybe she should just go back to her apartment and—

The abrupt knock on the door interrupted her idiotic musings, making her stiffen in surprise.

“Can I hope that’s room service with our breakfast?” Duncan drawled, moving to stand beside her.

She snuck a peek to the side, admiring the way the tee clung with loving perfection to the hard muscles of his chest, before lifting her head to meet his amused gaze. She wrinkled her nose at him. So smug.

“You can always hope.”

“That doesn’t sound promising.”

There was another pounding on the door. “Neither does that.” Accepting her time with Duncan was at an end regardless of what she wanted, she moved forward to pull open the door. She blinked in confusion at the sight of her guardian. Sentinels were never used as messengers. Which meant his arrival couldn’t be good. “Fane. Is something wrong?”

His tattooed face remained stoic, although the heat from his body warned he wasn’t pleased by her presence in Duncan’s rooms.

“The Mave wants you in her office.” His dark gaze never strayed from her flushed face. “Bring the cop.”

With his message delivered, Fane turned on his heel and swiftly disappeared.