Page 29 of The Claiming Series: Collection 1
“Yes,” I choke, caught up in the hot images his words have evoked.
“Fuck.” He closes his eyes briefly. “You have no fucking idea how much I’ve wanted to hear you say that.”
I jump as Callum’s phone sings to life on his desk. He growls with impatience as he moves away to answer it, and I take a moment to smooth down my rumpled clothing and regain some composure.
“Thanks, Brian, we’ll be right down,” he says, quickly ending the call. He turns to face me, his hair ruffled, his mouth swollen from our kisses. He’s absolutely gorgeous. “Our ride awaits, ma’am,” hesays with a flourish, scooping my small case from the floor.
I follow Callum from the office, smiling at a few work colleagues as we pass and hoping I don’t look like my boss has ravished me. Most of them give us curious looks, no doubt wondering where we're going. There’s nothing like a business trip with the boss to get office tongues wagging—only this time, those wagging tongues might be right.
We take the elevator down to the parking lot, and Brian, the smartly dressed driver, greets us at the bottom with a charming smile. He places my suitcase alongside Callum's, already in the trunk.
“Thanks, Brian,” I say with a smile as he opens the door for me.
Callum slides into the backseat beside me, his thigh brushing mine as he settles himself in his seat. A quiver works through my body at the contact, and I take a shaky breath, ignoring his knowing smile. I’m so hyper-aware of him that the most innocent touch sets my body on fire.
“Did you have to rearrange any plans this weekend?” I ask conversationally, trying to ease the tension between us as Brian steers the car into the busy morningtraffic.
Callum chuckles. “No. My weekends are pretty boring and usually involve research or going over business specs.”
I frown. “Don’t you ever take time off to relax?”
“Not if I can help it,” he says wryly.
“Well, you should. You need to look after yourself,” I say worriedly.
“I’m hoping you might consider doing that, Angel,” he says softly, his mouth pulling up in a sexy smile.
His mercury gaze holds me captive, sending a jolt of awareness from the top of my head to the tips of my toes. It’s so powerful that I almost lift my hand to my hair to see if it’s standing on end. My lips part involuntarily on a rush of air, and I briefly consider crawling into his lap again so I can rub myself against his hard...
The bleep of Callum’s cell phone interrupts us again, and he tears his eyes away to pull it from his pocket. Hitting the answer button, he snaps it to his ear. “Rogen.”
I listen to his deep voice, letting it wash over me as he talks business to the person on the other end of the line. Some people might take offense at the interruption, but it’s par for the course with Callum.
I turn my head to look out the window, watching the scenery fly past as we travel down the highway. The smooth motion of the car lulls me, and I lean my head back against the seat. My lack of sleep catches up with me, and I allow my eyes to drift closed for a few minutes…
Chapter Seven
Callum
I switch my phone off, my eyes drawn to Lily as she sleeps peacefully. Her mouth is tipped up in a small smile, and I wonder what she's dreaming about.
My cock swells, straining against the seam of my pants, reminding me he's had no action from anyone other than Mrs. Hand and her five lovely daughters for longer than I care to remember. But my self-inflicted celibacy is about to end because I’ve waited long enough to claim the fresh-faced beauty sleeping inches from me.
She’s it for me. I just need to convince her that I’m it for her, too. If our kiss earlier is any indication, she’s close to giving in to the feelings between us, but I need to tip her over the edge.
“What’s up, Brian?” I call softly to the driver, noticing we’ve slowed to a crawl.
Brian grimaces in the rear-view mirror. “The weather’s taking a turn for the worse, and there’s been an accident up ahead, so we've hit some unexpected traffic."
I nod, running a hand over my face. This is torture. My eyes are drawn to Lily repeatedly, like a moth to a flame. I should've driven us myself—at least then, I would've had something to keep my hands busy. As it is, they're itching to pull her into my arms again and wrap her up against me while she sleeps.
Instead, I content myself with gazing at her, watching her long eyelashes flutter against her flushed cheeks as she dreams. Her complexion is flawless, her plump, pink lips slightly open. Images of them stretched around my cock, her hair feathered across my thighs, slam into me, and I almost groan aloud.
I slump back in my seat, gazing out the window as the scenery rolls past, trying to distract myself from my throbbing cock and the curvy creature causing it. The wind has picked up, and the rain slams against the windows, but I’m relieved to see we’ve cleared the congestion and the Mercedes is now smoothly eating upthe miles.
Lily moans softly in her sleep and turns to snuggle into my shoulder. Her womanly scent teases my nostrils, and I grit my teeth as her hand comes to rest on my thigh, inches from my lengthening cock.
Holy shit.
