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Callum’s hands closed convulsively on her hips, subconsciously drawing her into hi down at her

‘Callum we can’t—’

He didn’t give her a chance to finish, both his hands skih her hair as he cut off her protest with the urgent covering of his mouth

Hailey follohere he led There was no thought of protest now he had ht His ent, desperate, al deep in her throat as the kiss dripped molten desire into her bloodstream

She felt hiher until their heads were level and she felt as if she was kissing hi She bracketed his face in her hands, raking her fingers up into his hair, revelling in the eroticisrazed the sensitive flesh of her fingertips

She ran her palm backwards and forwards over his scalp, her hands already addicted to the sensation He groaned and it eue into his mouth, desperate to taste him, to explore him

Callu his knee on the edge and easing her gently backwards She clung to hilued to his

‘Hailey,’ he gasped, pulling away, a vague sense of propriety giving hied as her ht his eye, his cheek, his neck ‘This is totally out of control If you want it to stop, it had better be now’

She shook her head It was like a line had been crossed and there was no going back Hailey sought his ainst his lips

It was all the encourageainst the soft leather as hisher neck, her ears, the straight, hard ridge of her collarbone

His hand skimmed her side, slid under her shirt, felt the heat of her skin, ran over the contours of her stomach, her ribs and the rise of her breasts He felt her push urgently against his hand as he cupped a lacy asp she let out as he pushed her bra aside

It was happening fast His pulse ha in short, sharp pants But it didn’t feel wrong or rushed or aard He felt like this hat they’d been destined to do froht of the ball It was almost as if he’d been born to touch her

And it felt good Good to feel again To have lust bubbling in his gut and desire heating his blood Talking about the tragedies of his life had given hi every day, every breath count

For once he wasn’t poor Callule dad Or poor Callue Just another guy No—not just another guy He was a hot and virile guy And Hailey was one hundred per cent into hiiven him any

So what if she had a truckload of baggage? That they could never be together? Her hands were on hi hi an erotic tango Nothing ence It was about hi to a rhythm as old as time

Hailey felt Calluh where it met the curve of her bottom, but still she wanted more She’d never felt such an intense attraction to a man—ever—and she wanted it all At once She wanted to be part of him

She grabbed the back of his shirt and pulled it over his head He ducked out of it and she tossed it away In seconds his smooth skin was laid bare to her touch She wasted no time He arernails and she grabbed his buttocks, kneading theainst him

After a year of struggling through the darkness, of grieving and holding it all in and doubting herself professionally and as a woman most of all, Callum’s passion was a revelation It onderful to just feel for once Not to have to think Or be sad Or have herher from life

His lips on hers, his hand ski aside her other bra cup, exposing her breasts—it all felt so right Suddenly she wasn’t being tiptoed around, being given knowing, sy treated like a desirable woent hands that wanted reat