Page 13 of Claiming Lily (Claiming 2)

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 that 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 come to an end because I’ve waited long enough to claim the fresh-faced beauty sleeping mere inches from me.

She’s it for me. I just need to convince her that I’m it for her, too. And if that kiss earlier is any indication, she’s close to giving in to the feelings between us. I just need to tip her over the edge.

“What’s up, Brian?” I call softly to the driver, noticing that 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 just 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 that’s causing it. The wind has picked up, and the rain is slamming against the windows, but I’m relieved to see that we’ve cleared the congestion, and the Mercedes is now smoothly eating up the 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!

Instinctively, my hand moves to her hair, stroking through it and teasing the strands with my fingers. I can’t stop touching her. It's addictive. Resting my head against the window, I close my eyes, and a sense of peace and contentment washes over me, the likes of which I've never felt before.

I’m attracted to Lily on so many levels. Physically, of course, but it’s so much more than that. I like sex as much as the next guy, but I want it to mean something more than just satisfying a physical need. I want a woman I can make love and memories with.

Which is where the woman nestled against me so trustingly comes in. Once again, I wonder at the spell she seems to have cast over me. One thing I know beyond a shadow of a doubt—Lily is my match in this life and the next.

Two hours later, we arrive at The Royal Oak Hotel in uptown Houston. My muscles are stiff and cramped from sitting in one position but fucked if I was going to disturb Lily curled up against me.

“Lily.”

I shake her shoulder gently, not wanting to startle her.

“Go away,” she mumbles, pressing her face further into my chest while her hand tightens on my thigh.

“Lily, we’re here,” I say gruffly.

Her eyes snap open, focusing on my chest. “This isn’t my pillow.” She frowns, then her eyes widen in realization. “Oh, shit! Sorry!” she squeaks, jerking into a sitting position so quickly she almost gives herself whiplash. She looks around, slightly bewildered, seeing that we’ve reached the hotel. “We’re here? How long was I asleep?”

“Couple of hours,” I reply.

“I’m so sorry,” she apologizes again. “I haven’t slept well the last few nights. I guess the motion of the car lulled me off to sleep.”

“It’s fine,” I wave it off. “Although, you do snore.”

Her mouth drops open, and she shoots me an indignant look. “Do not!”

I give a careless shrug. “Guess we’ll know for sure after we’ve spent the night together.”

Her cheeks bloom with color. Her mouth drops open and then snaps closed, but she doesn’t say anything.

“Come on. Let’s get you inside,” I chuckle, tipping my head towards the hotel.

She reaches for the door handle, almost falling over herself as she stumbles out into the blustery November afternoon.

“There’s a storm coming,” I say, steering her inside with a hand on her elbow while Brian follows behind with our cases.

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