Page 25 of Until I Found You
I grin, knowing exactly the reaction I’m getting from him.
Callum growls, shooting a look over at Kinsley before looking back at me. He’s trying to tell if I’m joking or serious.
“C’mon, Callum, let her live a little.” I giggle, winking at him.
Glancing over at Graham, I bite my lip when I see the grin on his face. He shakes his head when his eyes connect with mine, seeing through me, knowing I’m pushing his buttons.
“I don’t think so,” Callum says, serious. His words are firm, unwavering. “I won’t share her. Not with anyone.”
His eyes look to Ellie. “Ever,” he says, punctuating the end.
Ellie slides out from where she’s seated in the booth to where Callum sits on the other side of the walkway, sitting on his lap. His arms are around her waist, holding her to him in a move that’s both possessive and protective.
Callum’s feathers can be easily ruffled, especially where Ellie is concerned. He knows damn good and well not only would we never disrespect him, but she’d never agree to it anyway.
It’s still fun to see how uptight he can be when we talk about it.
I find myself staring at the way he runs his hands up and down her leg as the other is wrapped in her hair. He takes her in a deep kiss, and I immediately look away, feeling like I’m eavesdropping on their private moment.
I’m surprised when I see Graham’s eyes looking back at me. He glances over at Callum and Ellie, before looking back to me again.
I’m jealous of Callum and Ellie’s love. They’ve been through a lot, but he would do anything for her. He’d take on the world to protect her. She’s his world.
I wonder if Graham is thinking about the same things I am. How seeing them together reminds me so much of us and the way things used to be when we were together.
The possessive nature in which Callum wraps his fingers in Ellie’s hair, kissing her with so much passion, you feel like if you stand too close, you’ll sense the light flicks of the fire snapping from them and soon you’ll be engulfed in the same flames.
For a moment, I picture myself sitting in Graham’s lap, his arms banded around me, holding me against him as I wrap my arms around his neck. We hold each other with so much force, we leave little room between us.
I can almost feel his breath feather over my skin, as our bodies rock against one another. My eyes flutter closed as I imagine his lips on mine and his tongue seeking entrance into my mouth. His moan hitting my ears the moment our tongues connect.
“Halle,” Kinsley cuts through my thoughts.
Her eyes are wide and for a moment I start to wonder if the moan I heard was in my thoughts and didn’t come from me.
My eyes fall on Kinsley’s as heat spreads over my face, as the wetness floods in me. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah, I’m fine,” I say, sliding out of the seat. My legs feel like jelly, as I test my balance. “I just need to use the restroom.” Looking down the hall, I look back to her and force a smile.
Racing down the hallway, I slip into the bathroom. Slamming the door shut behind me, I hit the lock before I collapse onto the closed lid.
“What the fuck?” I groan into my hands, feeling mortified. “What the hell is wrong with me?”
I seriously about orgasmed at a table in front of all my friends, just thinking about my ex-boyfriend putting his hands on me again. My ex who is sitting two feet away from me, much less.
I need to get my shit together and quick if I’m sticking to the plan.
I actually consider unbuttoning my pants and taking care of business myself, when there’s a light knock on the door, causing me to freeze.
“You alright in there?” Graham’s deep voice rumbles through the door. Each word vibrates through my body, as I squeeze my thighs together needing some friction between my legs.
Forcing out a deep breath, I stand and take in my appearance in the mirror. Am I alright? Holy shit, I don’t look alright. I look like a cat about to pounce.
“Yeah,” I say. Running my fingers through my hair, I pull on the front of my T-shirt to get a little air flow moving. I am so turned on, I feel like my body is overheating. “Just give me a sec.”
Turning on the water in the sink, I run the cool water over my hands before patting my cheeks trying to cool down my skin. I force myself to think of things, like the taste of black licorice and the smell of microwaved cauliflower, and just like that all the thoughts I had earlier evaporate from my mind.
Well, that is until I slide the bathroom door open and come face to face with the man who makes me think so many dirty thoughts, it should be considered illegal.
