Page 55 of Poison and Wine
“I’m sorry. It’s not like I’m used to men taking my clothes off.”
At the illicit picture her words formed in my mind, I groaned. I wanted to do more than just take her clothes off. After ripping the dress from her body, I wanted to press her down onto the bed. I wanted to bury my face in her pussy until her need dripped down my chin. Then I wanted to bury myself inside her slick walls, driving into her over and over until she cried out my name.
“Callum?”
“Huh?”
“Why did you stop?” she questioned softly.
“Sorry. I have a lot on my mind,” I muttered as I continued working my way down the row of intricate buttons. “Christ, if I’d known about all these buttons, I would’ve picked a different dress.”
Caterina’s soft laughter rippled through me. “I’m glad you didn’t know because this one was perfect.”
“I’m glad you liked it.” Gazing down at the dirt and stains, I said, “I’ll make sure our housekeeper sends it to be cleaned.”
“Thank you. I appreciate that.”
When the last button was undone, the sides of the dress opened up, revealing a sexy white bustier and a lot of Caterina’s skin. I flattened my palm at the base of her neck. Although I should’ve resisted, I couldn’t. She was a beautiful temptation standing before me in the warm flesh. Slowly, I ran my hand down her skin. When she shivered beneath my touch, I swallowed down my groan.
Caterina twisted her neck to stare at me. “A-Are you finished?”
I fought the urge to lie, so I could stay close to her longer. There was nothing more in the world I wanted than to continue standing there with my hand on her delicate flesh. To feel the rise and fall of her breath beneath my fingertips. What the hell was happening to me?
Snatching my hand away from her, I took a step back. “Finished. Go ahead and get dressed,” I replied gruffly before starting for the bedroom door.
“Thank you, Callum,” she called.
“You’re welcome,” I replied before I ducked out of the door and made my way to get a drink.
Or two.
Chapter Sixteen: Caterina
Once I’d slipped into one of the dresses Nera had packed, I folded up my wedding dress as best I could before I left the bedroom and went back to the main cabin. Callum and Quinn were deep in conversation with Seamus, so I took a seat away from them. After the insanity of the afternoon my energy depleted rapidly and I dozed off. I don’t know how long I’d been sleeping when I was gently shaken awake.
When I opened my eyes, I stared into Callum’s. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing. You were snoring.”
My eyes popped wide at his accusation. “I do not snore.”
His lips quirked. “Yes, Kitten, you do.”
When I stared past him to Quinn for confirmation, he merely shrugged. “It’s a wee snore compared to ours.”
As embarrassment warmed my cheeks, Callum chuckled. “Don’t worry, Kitten. That’s not the reason why I woke you up.”
“Then what?”
“It’s time for you to check-in with your brother.”
I tore my gaze from the phone to Callum. “Are you sure?”
He nodded. “We’re almost an ocean away from him and back in our territory.”
“After what happened with my father today, I’m not sure if that matters.”
“I have a feeling your father’s attack was without Raphael’s knowledge. I might not know your brother well, but somehow I don’t think he’ll appreciate that.”